How long has it been?
The Serpentwitch was floating around endlessly in nothingness. Everything around him is swirling. Dizzy yet soothing, a similar sensation akin to being drunk... or perhaps drugged?
It felt like my body has no weight...
Ahh... It feels so good to keep going on like this
I don't have to think about tommorow
And time won't chase me here
His eyes felt so heavy. It's so easy to just let it all go and forget everything. Looking back, in all his life he had always struggled. Nothing was ever handed to him on a silver plate, ready for the taking. He always lived in rush, in fear, to the single most powerful entity in the world.
Mother time never waits for you, she leaves everything behind in dust and regrets.
No matter how much you beg, she will never stop. Prepared or not you are forced to keep going, no matter how tired you are. She won't even look back to see how you're doing.
"Are you done with your rants?"
The voice jolted him back to open his eyes, but he still can't see anything but endless colors stretching beyond horizon. "Who is it?" the Serpentwitch asked, though almost no sound managed to comes out from his mouth.
"Are you done with your life?"
The voice only returns with another question, and the Serpentwitch struggled with no answer. He can't say for sure.
"Are you fine with ending it all here?"
"I think I've done enough..." he answered weakly.
"Then are you ready to leave all your families and friends behind?"
The serpentwitch's eyes reflected some light for the first time.
"Are you ready to be the cause of griefs to your loved ones?"
"That, I don't." he said with certain this time. "I don't give a fuck about my own life, but I sure don't want to see them cry." The Serpentwitch tried to get up.
"Then hurry up before that thing catches you"
He looked behind and soon understand what the voice meant. "Mother lizard cursed me! What in the world is that?!" His voice finally echoed clearly - with a pitch quite too high.
From beyond nothingness, a giant hand with nails that certainly needs to be clipped broke out. The Serpentwitch didn't bother to see what that was before rushing to move the hell out of there. He swam, crawled, and ran with whatever wacky style he could though he's not even sure he really moved an inch in this endless space.
Numerous fabric clothes sprang out chasing him. One of them grabbed his leg and the Serpentwitch quickly burned it with some fire magic - lucky it still worked in here. But it's impossible to burn it all away, it's just far too many to handle.
"Hurry"
The voice called him, and soon he realized there was a small light in a distance beyond him. The Serpentwitch casted some wind magic in the opposite direction, blowing the fabrics away and propelled himself towards the light.
Just a bit more...
It's really just a few centimeters away, but the giant hand catched up first.
"If only I can leave my tail for him like a gecko..." The Serpentwitch could only stare in despair as the giant hand clawed to him.
Everything faded to light.
