This is just a weird story formed by my crazy brain.
I've been thinking about how a story would evolve with the main character having absolute power, and without the cliches of other people suddenly becoming strong to, just to make competition for the main character. How would such a person use his power? Like he's a God, a dictator, ruling everything? Or maybe more like a saint, helping everyone?
I don't know which direction this fanfiction will take eventually. I just thought I'd put the beginning here already, and see what happens when I continue it.
Well, I'll just throw it out there then.
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Prologue: Dreaming of Power.
I walked just around the corner, when the brawl of thunder struck my ears. Light flashed through the lashes of my eyes. Cold that I was, a shiver rolled over my spine. The remnants of clothes covering my body were drenched due the rain that accompanied that terrifying thunder. And as I tried to walk my way straight, I couldn't help but wonder...what am I doing here? For the paintings on the wall couldn't arise any memory or recognition. Wait, how did I get inside? Wasn't I standing in the rain? Wasn't the thunder shivering my skin just now? What is this room? A painting?
Stop. What was that? Did the man move? The man on the painting. Yes. He did, didn't he? What is it for painting anyway? Just a man? No, there is a woman with him...was she on it before? 'Well, I'll just keep watching while I try drying my clothes.'
I saw it as I looked down: my clothes were gone. Why were my clothes gone? Where did they go? 'And why am I thinking about my stupid clothes, what about the painting I was just watching..?'
Grmbl.
Grmbl?
The amazing cold of a naked night outside entangled me as raindrops touched my skin once again. The room had vanished, and the sound of thunder returned to strike my ears. I sat down on the ground of solid rock and put my arms around my legs, but it couldn't help... The cold got a grip of me... The sound had deafend me... The rain had drowned me...
...
I can feel it.
I can feel it.
I can feel it.
This thrill, this sensation. Oh my, this feels good... I can feel it coming on to me, taking a hold of what I felt up till now. The cold is drained, the sound deafened, the rain taken, for I have power.
Power? What Power? What am I thinking? When did I get it? What is this feeling?
Hahaha!
Why am I laughing?
Why do I care? I have power.
Yes, I have power.
I can feel it.
...who was the man?
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Enjoy.
I've been thinking about how a story would evolve with the main character having absolute power, and without the cliches of other people suddenly becoming strong to, just to make competition for the main character. How would such a person use his power? Like he's a God, a dictator, ruling everything? Or maybe more like a saint, helping everyone?
I don't know which direction this fanfiction will take eventually. I just thought I'd put the beginning here already, and see what happens when I continue it.
Well, I'll just throw it out there then.
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For I have power.
These winds will blow,
in any direction but mine.
For you have no power,
and I will be fine.
These weapons shall run,
through flesh, but not mine.
For they have no power,
thus I will be fine.
These waters will flow,
and all will be mine.
For it has no power,
even comparing to mine.
You people will kneel,
before these feet of mine.
FOR I HAVE POWER,
and you...will be mine.
These winds will blow,
in any direction but mine.
For you have no power,
and I will be fine.
These weapons shall run,
through flesh, but not mine.
For they have no power,
thus I will be fine.
These waters will flow,
and all will be mine.
For it has no power,
even comparing to mine.
You people will kneel,
before these feet of mine.
FOR I HAVE POWER,
and you...will be mine.
Prologue: Dreaming of Power.
I walked just around the corner, when the brawl of thunder struck my ears. Light flashed through the lashes of my eyes. Cold that I was, a shiver rolled over my spine. The remnants of clothes covering my body were drenched due the rain that accompanied that terrifying thunder. And as I tried to walk my way straight, I couldn't help but wonder...what am I doing here? For the paintings on the wall couldn't arise any memory or recognition. Wait, how did I get inside? Wasn't I standing in the rain? Wasn't the thunder shivering my skin just now? What is this room? A painting?
Stop. What was that? Did the man move? The man on the painting. Yes. He did, didn't he? What is it for painting anyway? Just a man? No, there is a woman with him...was she on it before? 'Well, I'll just keep watching while I try drying my clothes.'
I saw it as I looked down: my clothes were gone. Why were my clothes gone? Where did they go? 'And why am I thinking about my stupid clothes, what about the painting I was just watching..?'
Grmbl.
Grmbl?
The amazing cold of a naked night outside entangled me as raindrops touched my skin once again. The room had vanished, and the sound of thunder returned to strike my ears. I sat down on the ground of solid rock and put my arms around my legs, but it couldn't help... The cold got a grip of me... The sound had deafend me... The rain had drowned me...
...
I can feel it.
I can feel it.
I can feel it.
This thrill, this sensation. Oh my, this feels good... I can feel it coming on to me, taking a hold of what I felt up till now. The cold is drained, the sound deafened, the rain taken, for I have power.
Power? What Power? What am I thinking? When did I get it? What is this feeling?
Hahaha!
Why am I laughing?
Why do I care? I have power.
Yes, I have power.
I can feel it.
...who was the man?
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Enjoy.
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