Chapter 200: Fifth Interlude – ?

DISCLAIMER: This story is NOT MINE IN ANY WAY. That honor has gone to the attractive bastard Ryuugi. This has been pulled from his Spacebattles publishment at threads/rwby-the-gamer-the-games-we-play-disk-five.341621/. Anyway on with the present…err learn.

Fifth Interlude – ?

Once I opened my eyes, I used to be in one thing that wasn’t fairly a bed room or a laboratory or a jail, however which appeared to mix parts of all these items. My perspective had modified, narrowing till I might solely see the world by means of two eyes and really feel it by means of my skinbut on the identical time, I did not really feel certain by these issues, no less than not fully. The room round me wasn’t only a room any greater than the folks past it have been simply folks.

Ah, that is proper. There have been folks watching me, individuals who I would by no means seen beyondbut even with out seeing them, I felt as if I knew who they have been to some extent. I might really feel them, tied to me and one another as if by a spider internet, the strands touched by colours that appeared to shift their which means. They have been watching me, ready for me to do one thing.

I took a breath and it felt like my first.

Oh, in order that was it. A bit belatedly, I noticed wasn’t in my physique any longer, wasn’t the place I used to be alleged to be. It had taken a second for that to sink in, as a result of the world round me felt differentit wasn’t as if I used to be standing apart and watching a film or sitting in as an neutral observer; I felt the world by means of the physique I used to be in and ideas rose in my thoughts as in the event that they have been my very own. They weren’t in a language I knew, weren’t in a language in any respect, however the which means reached me simply sufficient.

As a result of they have been my very own. This was me, within the beginningback once I was born for the primary time. This was the place the place I had been created, simply as these males, who should have been Angels, have been those who had made me.

I questioned in the event that they realized what they’d achieved. I could not think about what they have been anticipating, however I used to be keen to guess that I wasn’t it, as a result of the second I laid eyes on them, one thing inside me twisted. Although this may need been the time and place the place I got here into existence as a person, it wasn’t actually my ‘origin.’ The fabric from which I would been created had been taken from numerous souls, drawn from an gathered mass of Keterof the Crown that’s worn above the pinnacle, the a part of the soul that exists above the thoughts. These items hadn’t carried with them recollections, however they’d introduced with them one thing, and that was sufficient for me to know.

Whoever I used to be, no matter I used to be, it did not matter. From the second I used to be born, I hated these folks.

However I waited quietly, cautious to not give myself away. Amusingly, I noticed I would been a reasonably odd youngster, as a result of from the second of my start, I used to be watching and conscious. I might see the world round me as a tapestry, a file made in soulsloves right here, grudges there, work and roles and issues that grew from the core, on and on. The folks round me have been like strolling tales, every the principle character of their very own story, their very own life. However these tales did not exist in a vacuum, untouched and unchanging; they grew with each second and have been formed by the contact of others and by the very world. I might see that clearly from the second I opened my eyes.

He was completely different. He was like me, however nothe remembered by means of their ‘recollections,’ the bodily issues that had been left behind. The ‘shells’ of the individuals who’d been misplaced had come collectively in him. Their tales flowed into his like a continuation of the phrases, if not a continuation of intent. He did not inherit the ‘thought,’ the ’emotion,’ or the ‘which means,’ which might solely imply that the hatred he felt for the one’s who’d achieved this was wholly his personal.

It was fascinating, one way or the other. If it was him, I believed it might be merely sufficient to achieve out and be ‘understood.’ For all his information and energy, he wasn’t fairly like me; as a result of solely the ‘phrases’ have been handed alongside, he’d in all probability do one thing and get harm if I did not intervene. Whereas I did not absolutely know what it meant, since I used to be the oldest and he was the youngest, I felt I ought to do one thing.

I’m wondering. Ought to I make this a ‘Quest,’ then? Although I might solely redefine myself, maybe it might be safer for my siblings if I related us as a bunch and made our tales one. Then, I would introduce myself.

Ah, however who was ‘I’? I knew of ‘names’ for I would seen them in others, however I did not have one for myself. I would been given a label by my makers, however it held no extra which means to me than certainly one of my titles. Was it foolish for somebody who might change who they have been to care about such a factor? Maybe.

Even so, I turned my gaze upon myself. I, who had by no means been given a reputation, had no ‘creator’ for my story. Did I? For all of the folks whose tales had gone into mine, wasn’t it odd that nothing was lifted. Then, ought to I maybe identify myself?

As I used to be pondering that, I peered nearer. Although there was nothing on the surface, as I shifted by means of the recollections, a path started to disclose itself, main my deeper. If the items that had made me have been the ‘Crown’ that stood on the high of the ‘Tree of Life’, what I checked out was the place the place mild shined down from above. If this was the Gentle that gave me kind, I’m wondering what else might come of it.

However when ultimately ‘one thing’ appeared, it was completely different one way or the other. It was what I needed, however not what I anticipated, and although it was a reputation, it didn’t seem on the title of my story, however as one thing deep withinthis was not a ‘identify I had been given for my story’ however the ‘identify my story had made for itself’. Regardless of what I intend, it did not seem to be one thing to be shared.

Even so, I felt completely satisfied one way or the other. Had being anonymous bothered me considerably? Maybe for me, who could possibly be anybody, figuring out ‘who’ I used to be is perhaps extra necessary than I believed.

So even when it is a secret, I believed it was one thing good to know.

My identify, ‘Metatron.’