The Drifting Sands Lost in Time...
A god molded me from a pulsating, living sands that seemed to exist outside of time itself.
I was raised like a son of that God, for in a sense I was.
I was trained to be his Messenger and Liaison to the various of streams of time he governed.
And then he sent me on a mission to help a being to stop a being.
I was told if I didn’t the very fabric of time, for which I hold sacred above all else, would unravel.
I was lead to believe it was a noble mission to help stop an ennoble act.
With my aid he stopped the being that would destroy time, and in response it destroyed an entire plane, leaving only the three of us adrift in a fracture in time.
Our mission done, and the one responsible captured, I returned to the dealings of Time.
But during the time between I learned the truth.
And I aided the one I once helped to capture escape.
For I had learned he did not will the unraveling of time.
It was his fate that he despised.
He did not decimate a plane to spite of us, but because of our existence made him unstable.
And I watched as he attempted to prevent the destruction of his friends as the one I once aided, again, sot to imprison him and set into motion the events that would wipe yet another plane from time.
He nearly killed himself to save them, and it was then I aided him as I had added the other. By distorting time.
For I am one of his brothers.
I am him and not him.
I am his twin from another world,
I am him forged by another god.
I am Sandz.
I am The Eleventh Soul of Ferreter.
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