Transcendence: Black Horizons Book II

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So yeah, apparently, this video is blocked in my country, so I can't see it. What's it supposed to be about?

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A sneak peek into Transcendence Book III ETIO FALL

Enjoy.

 

 

 

Phase 0;  Idea

 

Do you ever think about death? I can only imagine and wonder. As a fragment, as a constant, no as a part of the cycle death is never known. For us in all of these moments I wonder if what truly lies at the end of this boundless tale of flawed nonsense is the finality of death.

 

Depression is something akin to insanity. It can hurt you, tear you apart and rip you asunder. My name has always been Gilgamesh Thanatos, in truth I have lived lifetimes, I've almost lost track of how many times I have died and left a piece of myself behind doing something stupid or reckless.

 

What do I want? I am Gilgamesh Thanatos and I have been cursed to live through the horrors of a word unseen by mankind along with theirs as well, but is it possible that I am not the young boy I remember being? How much have I lost of myself and how much is there even really left to me? What could I want, a wish?

 

If I were given one wish it would be simple; I want to know what Gilgamesh Thanatos is meant to do and stand for. Where his story was destined to go.

 

That is all I need. With just that information I could start wiping every trace of it from existence.

 

I am Gilgamesh Thanatos and this is my claim. Deep down, long ago in a place gone from this world I decided.

 

This world, I am its king, it belongs to me and no one else. On that same day I murdered my father and destroyed his entire legacy.

 

Babylon fell the day I learned what it was to kill gods.

 

If I was Gilgamesh Thanatos, I'd call myself a husk of once was after traversing the fragmentary passage that was my life. And so I knew, I was my greatest enemy of all, only I would treat my own soul, my mere existence, as disposable garbage.

 

 

Twilight shown into a dim and unlit room through a large window lined with stuffed animals. In the rooms center a young child sat on the wood floor opposite to a small desk chair. “Tell me a story.” The boy asked a stuffed bear sitting in the chair.

 

His blue eyes stared widely with a smile as if waiting for a response. “Just one story, please?” The bear continued to be silent, staring back at the child.

 

“What kind of story would you like to hear?” It hadn't moved in even the slightest of ways but unmistakably a voice came from the toy to answer the boy.

 

His grin grew wider. “Let's see. How about a story I've never heard of?”

 

The stuffed bear stared back blankly and lifelessly with it's fake eyes made of plastic. “There is nothing in this world that you do not already know, and I can not tell you a story that does not even exist.” Never breaking eye contact with one another. “You understand don't you? Well how about this then; For every event there is first a choice foreshadowing the event, an event first comes into existence when there is a choice.”

 

“By whom?” Caleb leaned forward placing a small hand on the floor to steady himself. “Who chooses?”

 

The stuffed bear stared back blankly, never responding to the boys question.

 

Caleb sat quietly in the rooms center shown only by the twilight leaking in through the window, seeming to be asleep while sitting up until his eyes opened. In the chair across from the child sat a mask with no features aside for a single slot carved for the left eye.

 

Seeming to be staring back at one another Caleb waited patiently for what was to come.

 

“The choice will be made Caleb.” A voice came from the featureless mask.

 

“But then it's no longer a choice.” Caleb replied

 

“Everything is a choice, history is not a random collection of points scattered along the perception of a timeline. The individual points are all connected in a continuum, they are all connected by a common line, no it is more accurate to say that they are all made to connect to the line.”

 

“By whom?” Caleb asked. “Whose the one who connects all of these points?”

 

The mask and Caleb stared back at one another blankly, the mask never answering the child's question.

 

Like the kind of static you'd see on a screen, the walls, ceiling, floors, every inch of everything in the room became static until it all faded to black.

 

Twilight shown through a window just barely lit the room, Caleb opened his eyes once more seeing a woman now standing in place of the chair. He gave a slight gasp with his pupils dilating ever so slightly, having recognized her as the mother of his siblings, the act however did not compromise his expression or rather lack there of. Again he waited patiently, blue eyes wide.

 

“Consciousness can actually be thought of as a highly advanced functioning upper layer to what we perceive as the real world. In other words physical reality is nothing more than an illusion. A hologram of information that flows to us through consciousness.”

 

“But Mom.”

 

“This is because of the body, physical motion, the activity of the sentient mind is merely a physical phenomenon simply caused by the synapses and the delivering of electric impulses

 

“But Mom, I.” Caleb looked at his own hands.

 

“The physical body exists on a less evolved plain only to verify ones existence in the universe.”

 

The boy looked up to her. “Are you really my mother?”

 

She was silent as her image faded from his site until he was alone in the room.

 

Behind him a door opened and another young boy poked his head in. “Caleb are you OK in here? I thought I head you talking to someone? Do you want to go mess with Steph?”

 

Caleb turned only his head to face the boy. “I'm fine Tyler.”

 

“Oh OK, Mom and Dad should be home soon if you're hungry.” Tyler closed the door leaving the boy to himself.

 

Caleb closed his eyes and opened them once more, the person who appeared before him now had shared the same likeness of his older brother. His posture had been just as strange as that of his supposed mothers but only now had the child noticed that the visitors feet hadn't even been touching the floor, only hovering above it.

 

“Tell me, are you real? Are you really my brother?”

 

“Have you ever considered another possibility?” The boy spoke. “That what flows through the perception of consciousness isn't merely electrical information?”

 

“Huh?”

 

“If we assume that it was the development of a collection of thoughts, experiences and knowledge accumulating to such a degree that caused the eventual formation of consciousness, then I have to wonder if another world was created.”

 

Caleb's head tilted to the side trying to piece together the information. “Another world?”

 

“Here in the real world God exists only as an imaginative concept, those that claim to dawn such a title typically cannot live up to its standards. Having only the limited experience of existing as physical states of matter one is not capable of discarding the body without losing oneself. But in a world of unending consciousness there might actually exist a presence, a deus ex like embodiment of an omnipresent being.”

 

“Is it really God?”

 

“I really don;t know if it should actually be called a God, but at the least I can say that I believe it could posses the kind of omnipotent power on the same level of such a being.”

 

“So then what is a God?”

 

“If you were to perceive yourself as an all knowing observer having experience the collection of the common line, having both witnessed and participated in it in both the same and different moment, could you not say that you are God Caleb?”

 

“But what is a God?”

 

“A God of such a level may have already crossed over into our perception of the real world in many instances.”

 

“Crossed over.” Caleb thought on this as words he didn't fully understand came to him. “All, Asix, Sarrin, and then there was.” A sharp tone rang through his mind obstructing the thoughts progression.

 

“It's true, all in the form of a choice.” Tyler smiled both widely and unaturally, his image fading almost immediately after.

 

Caleb continued to stare at the wall. “A choice.”

 

Edited August 24, 2017 by Sarrin

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Oooh, what a thrilling sneak peek! It looks like Etio Fall will be delving a bit more into Gil's complicated past, and it looks like Caleb will be getting some more screentime! This was an awesome preview, I can't wait to see what comes next! Book III is gonna be amazing! X_X

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*Clears throat* so what if I kept this feature going with the next book and gave you guys the darkest timeline books as well?

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8 hours ago, Sarrin said:

*Clears throat* so what if I kept this feature going with the next book and gave you guys the darkest timeline books as well?

I'd be down for reading 'em, for sure! I mean sure, I don't have as much time as I used to for logging in, but I'd still like to read!

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I will be posting the final chapter of Black Horizons -All Animato

i will also be starting a new thread where I will post the first three chapters of Etio Fall

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On 1/4/2019 at 9:52 PM, Sarrin said:

I will be posting the final chapter of Black Horizons -All Animato

i will also be starting a new thread where I will post the first three chapters of Etio Fall

Sweet, glad to hear it, man!

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Chapter Thirty Three: All Animato

 

“I have returned Ludi.” Sarrin's body formed just inches above the ground of the floating plateau.

A man dressed in white robes greeted him with a bow. “I have asked many times that you not call me that, I have a perfectly respectable name.”

He ran his hand through his white hair out of the ways of his red eyes. “That you do, Ludious Alcross.” Sarrin resumed his position on the ledge, staring deep into the swirling vortex of Ragnarok once more. “It's time you went.” His hand waved him off. “Take the Skuld of Due's head.”

Ludious accepted this order wholeheartedly. “As you command, Aeolus Pride.” Turning to take his leave, Ludious found it odd that the portal had not come. Instead the sensation of something akin to pain emitting from his torso.

Without looking back to see for himself, Sarrin knew and a grin formed in the corner of his mouth.

His head shook as Ludious looked down at the blood soaked arm going through him, it was attached to a child staring up at him with blazing purple eyes. “Don't be so cocky.”

Ludious's face cringed. “No, how did you?”

“It's odd to see you still drawing breath Ludious.” Skuld cut him off. “I could have sworn one of my incarnations watched Caleb Harris kill you months ago.”

“How can you be here, wait you saw the boy that day? Then you know where he-” He grunted as Skuld's arm pushed further.

Skuld used his power, setting the man he impaled ablaze. “That's enough from you, I have a notion that killing you myself may not do the trick but as Skuld of Due it's typically part of my job to make sure the dead stay dead.”

“You bastard.” The voice in the inferno chocked.

“Begone Ludious Alcross, I'm almost certain we'll meet again.” His body crumbled to ash around the arm. “But I have no time to deal with you presently.” Skuld wiped the dust from his sleeve knowing it would leave a stain along with the red. “Now tell me Pride, before I rip your mind apart, you really aren't Sarrin are you.”

 

 

There are things in this world the beings we consider gods could never do, what would you do if you met someone who could do even more?

 

Black sand and a still shore of glowing teal water, a red sky with dark circling clouds, in some places you could see past the sky and out to the dark void of stars.

 

My words, linger here and there, through worlds and others. In this place time has never left it behind, in a way you could watch every last insignificant piece of dust from this shore. Life flourishing, times unyielding march, growth of reality, existence and the eternal grip of death. All can be seen from here, but never could it be touched. You see this place is an end, one long forgotten by all things. It once held a name, life of its own and once upon a time this place also told also told my story.

My hope's, My dreams, my despair. Tell me, can you see it to? Do you feel what I feel?

I like to think those people, Asix, Sarrin, Scarlet, Seagul, Atlas, Alastair, Caleb, Isaac, Sophira, Gilgamesh, Malchior, all of them and so many others are just a small part of something much greater. That's what I'd like to believe, it's my hope, my deepest wish.

They will gorw strong and mighty as they always have and always will. Only that unchecked power, those indomitable wills that have persisted through the countless ages, through the birth of worlds and ends, these beings, these hopes.

These tiny fragile lights going out one by one.

Another always takes its place, always brighter, always ephemeral.

Here in the ether where all is not and I am thus, life and light cannot be here. This was an end, one that was meant for one to see.

For them, for you, and for me.

Even if it all stopped now and all that remained was saved from the continuations of the cycle, would that really be worthy of you, of them? No, you look for the ending and that one just will not do, it's not befitting of their suffering, their glory, their will.

So many thing, so many questions. Will the answers satisfy them, will this specific instance in their times finality be worth their strife and efforts? What if it wasn't? What if everyone, everything, no.

I can't believe it was for nothing, I just couldn't and even if it was I know, some part of me would still believe it served some greater purpose.

Because it was them, all of them, those lives touched by the endless cycle.

Only they deserve that much.

 

Nothing lasts forever, even me and not, with light, shadow, them, and now.

From this moment onward what we do, we do without regrets.

Hope does not guide us, nor does fate, destiny or an almighty guiding hand. It's the act of moving forward with your own two legs, reaching out with your own two hands and taking what you want.

It's this simple act of taking, of rejecting reality and replacing it with your own.

It's these actions that make existing what it is. Wouldn't you want the same? Wouldn't you fight for what you want and believe in? Don't you believe that you also deserve that right?

Then stand up.

Reach out.

Take my hand and follow me.

But remember that when we walk this path together, I will not protect you. That is up to you.

This is their fight and yours.

“I never wanted to fight. It's not that I won't or that I wouldn't, but I, I just want to make sure everyone can still be happy, you know?”

I don't, but maybe that is why.

Why it had to be you.

 

there you have it the promised final chapter of Black Horizons, thank you for reading

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Oh snap, what an amazing chapter! I especially liked the end segment, about destiny and fate not being the ones responsible for one's actions, but oneself taking the steps to defy said fate! Excellently written!