Plane 7/History

Beginnings
My name is Zoneya Rá'Hule, I was the successor for the crown of Tsunada, but as the gods have willed it, I have suddenly been transported to this void. I am yet to know what I can do, but I know I need not to eat, nor sleep. I just know I still exist. As time passes, I begin to miss my family and friends more, what do I do in this merciless void. Is this the forsaken lands my mom used to tell me stories about? Am I merely sleeping and this is but a nightmare? I don't know, but I just wish to wake up. This is a nightmare, I want to wake up. Why can't I wake up, why do my words not voice themselves. Why am I voiceless?

There is nothing but me, I cannot utter my words, I cannot breathe, I cannot see anything, is there any point to a life without anything. I feel a constant boiling of my blood and body, I don't know how I am still alive, and as to how this pain has been yet to impact me. Is this really a nightmare? Or is this just my new state of being, I am drowning in this void yet I still live. I miss living. I'm alone, and do you really exist if there is no one to perceive you. What am I in this void, but a disturbance in the nothingness. To think that I'll never be able to meet my friends again if I remain in here. I am here but if no one can hear my why should I think. Is the nothingness more unbearable than the constant suffering I have to perceive and think? I'm unsure, but I do not want to try it. At one point, one begins to wish they could breathe again, as living with yourself in your own thoughts is enough to drive anyone mad. Time continues to pass, and my mind deteriorates. How am I still here unchanged, in every single way that doesn't matter, yet my mind is deteriorating. If there is any superior being, he is but merciful, he is ruthless and for putting me in this situation he deserves nothing but pain to be imposed on his person.

I am beginning to forget the words that were gifted onto me, as my parents once taught me the beautiful language I think about every day, I see myself further in pain, as I now forget about words like the one that described the feeling of missing someone, or the one that described how the northern foods tasted. I am in sorrow as time passes, I have lost track, If I begin to count, I begin to forget, If I stay in silence, I lose my sense of existence, If I speak, I continue to suffer more.

My life may have not been perfect, but I was certainly happier there than I was now, as I now see myself in a pain that cannot be measured. Loneliness is the worst ill I can wish upon anyone, it is driving me mad, I am going mad if I am not already mad. Why was I chosen to stay in this sick experiment. Why have the gods put me here, in a state of suffocation, I have always been kind to my peers, I have always prayed to the deities and participated in the festivals, why must you be merciless upon me. Please I just want you to put me back home. Why can't I be given back my family...

I am alone.

Power
I wish to breathe.

Those were the words that I just thought, and with that, I was able to breathe. Not exactly sure what I am breathing, but I know I am. I suddenly have become able to breathe, and the physical suffocation just faded. Why was this suddenly put on me, if such a thing was able to be given to me, why now? I could've not suffocated, yet I did, it was a needless torture upon my person.

I wish to speak.

With that I suddenly became able to talk in the dark void. I could finally scream and cry about my sorrows, as the only being in this forsaken void.

I wish to move.

With that I had the ability to traverse the nothingness, much like a bird would fly in the sky and a fish would swim in the ocean, I had gotten the ability to traverse the void. Could the ability to create and impose be given to me as I had traversed into this plane? Could I have become one of the gods of the tales my mother used to tell me? I do not know, but I know that I have all the time I may need to figure such a problem out. I miss my old life, but as time passes I cannot transform into a hollow body in this pool of nothing.

I wish to exist.

Such a request had done nothing, I suppose a vague wish like it, couldn't put something in action. It didn't mean anything to exist, so I suppose such a power interpreted such a thing like that. How can you exist? I have yet to know, I have yet to confirm, but if I can think I must exist, that must be an absolute truth. So can such a power not put something in action that already is? I am confused, but truth is, I do not seem to lack the time to research such a thing.

I wish to see my family again.

A bright light had suddenly appeared, as an image of my family in the dining hall, talking, and there I noticed something weird, I could see myself, eating, talking, socializing, but I wasn't there. The decorations were those of a festivity I had never experienced, this was me, but I wasn't there. Had I been replaced? Had they forgotten about me? How could they not notice the differences between their real family and an impostor, I had thought to myself. I've come to the realization that perhaps, he is real, and I am real, and we are but the same person in different planes of existance, as I am the spiritual part of my own self, banished to this void. Or at least that is what I think.

I wish to go back to where I was before coming here.

As I said that, nothing happened. I waited, and I repeated it again.

I wish to go back to where I was before coming here.

Nothing.

This was the hell that was created for me, and the limitations of my power have shown itself. I may be able to change and show, but I cannot leave this darkness. I can't sleep, yet I'm not tired either, I can't wake up from this nightmare, yet I'm living it every day. This purgatory is my new existance, and as the spiritual half of my true self, I have no power to do anything except to live with my circumstances in this void. The power I have may aid me in making my days less gruesome, but they're still days I live without my friends and family, they're still days without sun and moon.

Creation
I wish for the Sun to exist.

As I had wished for that, a giant ball of fire appeared in front of me, unlike our son, it was blue, such a majestic object. Magnificent as it was I had never felt such a burning sensation in my body, despite it not damaging it, it continued to hurt. But as any pain I've had in this void, I will eventually get used to such, the beauty was too much to even care about the pain. As the magnificent blue sun was shining, and I just marveled at the beauty of it. Despite having a sun, the void had not turned blue, in fact it didn't change. The sky had not appeared, and the sun while magnificent had not looked the same as ours.

I wish for a disc of land and water to exist

I had wished for land to appear, so I could finally rest, and even if for a moment rest my eyes on the illusion of a sun while laying down in the illusion of land. This void while looking very real, doesn't pass for anything but a spiritual dimension for my punishment and torture, but to fight against it, I need to use my power. The disc seems fine, but sadly the sun isn't spinning around it, as both are just static in place. To not have perpetual day, such a thing will need to be rearranged.

I wish for the moon, day and night to exist

As such, the skies had suddenly flourished, although no clouds or the blueness I had always experienced, it was surely day, even if quite greyish in tone. As time passes, I'm eagerly waiting for the sunset. Even if not the same, it'll be nice to reminisce the land I used to experience every day. Funny how such a basic thing can make tear up.

As the sunset finally came, even if not as vibrant as before, it was still nice to see. Maybe soon enough a glimpse of my past life can be experienced. The moon, while not the same, shined beautifully, it was marvelous to see. I had taken my past life for granted, such small things are amazing in comparison to the gruesome void.

I wish for clouds

Such a wish, was simple in my mind, yet as the clouds had appeared, they had suddenly brought rain and thunder with them. In a matter of seconds the earth I was standing on, became mud, and with my feet, I could feel its dirtiness. Until now I've been crying about the fact that I could experience such a basic thing as mud. The sky had also shifted from it's saddening grey, into the blue I used to wake up to. Why had the gods put me in this void, and given me their power. I don't know, but what I know is that this seems to be my new life. As we near what it seems to be a month that just begins to be confirmed further and further, I know not what to do, but as my family used to say, you shall make a sweet drink out of the oranges of life. This power while not enough to replace those that I have abandoned, will have to entertain me for now.

To not mess with the creations of the gods is what many used to tell me. Yet I don't see a reason why not to replicate them, and bring the life of my world, into this. Is there really any god in a such a merciless place like this? That we don't know, but what I know, is that I'm here and I have the power to act as one.I wish for the soil to be populated with plants, and for the animals of my world to roam in the land, water and air.

The land suddenly saw itself sprouting with trees, flowers and even grass, and as I saw birds appear out of nothing, it truly had become a magnificent spectacle. I had created life again, with a wish of my mind. Such a thing could've only be dreamt before in my own world, but now it was my reality. Feeling the grass in my feet was refreshing, almost like I had been reborn once again, and this was certainly refreshing. As I walked further in this plane of existing, I felt more relaxed, as I could hear the birds, the springs, and the relaxation that nature had provided. This could certainly cure my boredom for a while, even with my constant grief of living without my family.