root-book

I''''m Dead. Around me were countless specks of Light floting around Some are faster, some slower, some are as bright as a distant Star, while others are like dim reflections. I don''''t know how and when I died. I only remember my Name and that I have roughly 37 years'''' worth of memories. So, if I can''''t remember how or when I died, how do I know that I''''m dead? Simple, God told me. From one Moment to the next, I just knew that I was dead and that God had told me. But who or what is God? The first Soul did not know where it came from, nor did it care. It only cared about one thing: not to be alone anymore. Why did the first Soul feel lonely even though it has never seen or met anyone or anything? It did not know the answer to all those questions. They just desired to have someone to share their thoughts and their loneliness. They wished to be... Together. And then, one day, another Soul was born through this Desire. Finally, it was not alone anymore. This is how God was created. That puts things into perspective. How can all the Lonely Souls even believe they could do it? It is beyond me. But perhaps they are just as crazy and stubborn as I am. I waited, and I desired more and more. The Light of my Soul was almost all gone. I was about to fade away as if I never existed. And then, finally, right before it was too late against all Odds, I had a Breakthrough. A Massive Wave of Incandescent Light flooded the Realm of God and enveloped everything in it. For a Second, God''''s entire Realm was filled with blinding white Light, and after it faded away, I was gone. Ehm... where am I? I''''m standing Completely Naked on a small grassy Hill. The Grass almost goes up to my Hips, and all around the Hill is just a Sea of Fog. The more I look around and concentrate, the more I can see. Beyond the mist in the Distant are two large Fortresses, each about 6 Km away, a plain foggy Grass field between them. I shiver. There is almost no noise, just the wind that plays with my Hair. I get Goosebumps. my White Hair flutters in my Face. Before I can decide where to go, the Fog slowly begins to clear as the Sun rises. Hidden beneath the Fog is a trampled Battlefield and bloody remains. Here and there are Bones, broken Armor, weapons and broken shields half sunken in the Mud. Some are new, and some have long begun to rust. I gasp, take a step back and fall on my butt. I look in Horror at the Carnage in Front of me. I have never witnessed such a sight. Disturbed by my gasp and sudden Movement, a flock of crows rises and obscures my Vision. Under the Crows was the fresh Corpse of a Man. The crows have already taken his eyes, but his Face remains frozen in fear. I scream.