Spiritual regrets

I woke up in a void of nothing, except for a bright golden light in front of me slowly dimming. Turning from a flame into a mear spark as I see its dimming light I force myself to move towards it trying to keep it lit. To keep my life alive, as my futile attempts fail I think of only one way.

( I must turn myself into a conduit for all the mana outside to feed the flame.)

But to do that is to shred my soul into pieces. To keep a shred of myself I take the spark of consciousness, the core of every soul, and give it a few memories. The ones that are too important to forget.

As I give it the last of the memories I wish to save, I place it in the center of the flame to keep it protected. Then I pull mana from outside allowing it to flow through my back going into my stomach to fuel the flame. As the most intense pain hits my mind, I think of nothing drifting in and out of consciousness for who knows how long. Until I see another spark, a beautiful spark that makes me think of curiosity.

Something new has come to be besides this golden spark, I now see a purple spark. Wishing to keep it alive as well I evert some mana from inside me flowing it through my left hand into the purple one. I had to pull more mana from outside slowly shredding my soul even more. Besides my stomach and arm. My legs have already disappeared, not knowing if my face is even here anymore.

(Who knows how much longer this will go on. I don't even know why I am doing this, I just know I have to keep going.)

Drifting in and out of consciousness again. A third being comes into existence, this one reminds me of a deep abyss The black spark, the more I look at it the more I think about the stronger I feel I can become. But like the others, it's just a spark. I reach out my right hand drawing even more mana through me to fuel that spark. Then one day I felt empty with nothing left.

(I've always had something in me but now it's gone, I don't even know where it came from, to begin with, but now it's gone.)

Then something changed and the three flames rushed in word to fill me once again. I feel the power to exist once more, as I wake up knowing so little but knowing I must rebuild my body. Crawling on the body with one arm, I find a corpse... Bones… and with the bones, I rebuild myself to make myself whole. As I place a bone a golden light shines, it reconstructs the bone to the size I need. As I stand up for the first time as a whole being, the land of nothingness with no one else here. Knowing only that I must become stronger.

I start to roam the land to find something to make me stronger, finding wolves monsters anything. But nothing insight I did walk across human lands, civilians ran away from me and adventures came after me. I had to run away because I'm not strong enuff. I did find some monsters that I could take down, making their fangs into weapons and hide into leather armor. But even with all this, it's useless to fight against an adventure

The skeleton sits there against a tree thinking to itself (I know I have to become stronger but… how, is there a way?) It looks down at its boned body (At least I don't need to eat anything, because I haven't seen that lake in forever)

The sound of metal clashing is heard, a slight sound of screaming is also heard. It gets up grabbing its fanged weapon and runs towards the sound. As it gets closer to a town set in a blaze smoke rising from the top. It notices at the entrance there is a fallen guard with a full set of armor and an iron short sword on the side. It thinks to itself (Perfect!) as it strips him of its armor and puts it on, then enters the town.

The sound of clashing metal can no longer be heard, as it walks through the town. He constantly goes through everybody taking anything that looks like money or could be useful. As he eventually finds himself in the square where a large mass of undead is roaming.

As it spots the first skeleton it thinks to itself ( I can get stronger fighting these things right? ) Rushing to it slashing in a downward motion smashing the skull into pieces. Looking around expecting other skeletons to attack it, noticing nothing has changed. Without hesitation running to the next closest skeleton, striking the head smashing it into pieces. One by one, surrounded by only the body parts of 5 skeletons. It hears a strange chanting in the background.

(chanting, chanting) as the bodies begin to rise around it, it notices something similar to a net going to capture it along with everything else. It begins to try and run, but as it tries it is too late. The sounds of hundreds of thousands of damned souls screaming in its head. But a single voice overpowering them all. As it commands them all to march forward, its own body moving on it obeys the command of the higher-ups' voice.

The figure in black armor with glowing red eyes, revealing the fangs in its mouth slowly laughing to itself. "What a beautiful sight, my army grows bigger and thralls keep coming!" He turns around and walks with the army towards the mountain where a path is revealed, showing a large path with signs of many usages.

In the hive mind, the overpowering voice can be heard again "Quickly to my lair! And take the meat sacks to the pens!"

As it hears the voice unable to resist, it grabs the neck of a child to look at the age of 7 repeatedly thinking to itself (Stop STop STOp! STOP!!) The young boy whimpers in pain swinging his fist around hurting himself hitting the skeleton Carrying him.

After about 45 minutes of marching, a manor comes into sight, a pit that racks of death. And an uncountable amount of undead roaming. A door opens revealing a long line of cages with many humanoid races locked inside. Such as Lizard-men, Wolf-Men, Elves, Humans, and a random assortment of monsters.

In the hive mind the powerful voice is echoed again (Take all the younger meat bags and grind them into portions for the rest.)

As you start to walk away from the rest of the group walking to a building by itself, trying to force itself to stop moving. Halting its steps for only a few seconds before its body itself starts to drag its foot forward moving closer to the shack. (When I get out of this I AM GOING TO RIP HIM TO SHREDS!) The door opens a line of 14 children already lined up. And you lock up the child on the last set of shackles. The room is dim with no light coming inside, the food wet but not with water.

A monstrous creature lumbers in, its body seemed to be stitched from a multitude of races. A butcher's knife stuck in its left arm, it pulls it out staring at the children. Beginning to laugh, you turn to the door as you walk away you hear the screams and cries begging for help slowly go silent.

Seeing all these atrocities, he refuses to accept any form of vampire. (I vow to kill anyone who dares to do anything like this again. Especially if it involves a child!) it doesn't know why but seeing the children like that and hearing their screams breaks their heart that is no longer there.