I have decided to post another short story of mine... enjoy i guess
The decision to change came too fast… the choice was made for me, how could I go against the plan for my life?
I had been told, some nights ago that I was to become something more than human, at the time I didn’t understand what they meant.
I awoke I am small dark room, the room I had lived in my whole life, only seeing the dark outlines of the people that entered the cage I was told to call home.
I used to be scared, but why be scared of something you can’t change; of something you endure because it is a part of you. I was told I was born for a reason, to become a part of the All-Father. A person I did not know.
It is too late now, for me to disagree. I can’t change my destiny now that my life has passed. If only I knew of what the people had wanted maybe, I wouldn’t regret it all now.
I remember the night they came, for it was the first and last night I would exit my room and see the world, which I was apparently a part of. They took me by the arms and slowly lifted me from my cot. And they lead me outside.
The fire burnt so bright, it caused pain to my eyes and all I could see was colour in the form of swirls and circles. Slowly I could see the people that had held me captive to my fate. They were nothing but men, ordinary people, but devote believers.
That night I learned of my future, too young and too late to stop it. I was to be made new as a sacrifice for the all father.
The ritual began; a change in the mood made the air slow and cold. One man tied a noose whilst another sharpened his knife.
I was strung from the largest Oak, strung from the neck as my slides were split open and my person fell back to the ground, as my life flowed into the dirt and became a part of the all father. I became creation itself, or this is at least what I was told would happen.
The death was quick and painless, as my life flowed through my veins to the ground below. I offered myself up the God that watched over my people… as I was told I was meant to do.
I was accepted as my life fled. I died on that tree, as was my only purpose.
But I got more than death I got life inside the earth; as a part of the earth.
What if, mirrors aren't just our reflections, but actually ourselves, but living a different life. What if it only stops & looks the same when you look at it, but as soon as you look away, your own different lives continue?