The Eon Prophecy

A Story by BTHiggins

Just the first few pages of chapter one. I kind of want to know what you think before i submit the rest.

Chapter 1

It’s a bright, beautiful autumn day outside and here I am sitting inside my small room with one small window, surfing the internet but really just wading in my little current of digital information. Hoping to catch a glimpse of something slightly interesting, anything to take my mind off of what I am currently thinking about which happens to be nothing. I feel the weight of last nights choice of whiskey bearing down on my skull as I take another sip of water to choke down the three or four aspirin I had left. Feeling a bit tired, I close my eyes, and I drift off into the oblivion, the black vastness of nothing. Totally calm but slightly annoyed by my plight of extreme boredom, I reach out into that onyx ocean, not with my hands but with my imagination. But something is there off in the immeasurable distance of the darkness. Something that feels like it has been there this whole time, but never made its presence known to me before. It resembled a star, no bigger than a marble but shining brightly and giving no indication that it will ever dim or flicker I’ve done this modest meditation what seems like a million times before and never been able to get this close to it. Intrigued and most excited I step forward with imagined feet wearing imagined black leather lace up boots. The type of boots that old school military types would wear. In fact, and totally unknown to me as why, I am in a full Marine Corps military uniform, fit and ready for service. As I reach out my hand to touch this anomaly I find it to be pulsing outward with a numbing cold. I retract my hand surprised to feel goose bumps prickling up my arm. I am no longer annoyed but fascinated that I can feel something this deep inside the black hole of my mind. And then suddenly a voice begins to speak and says almost in a whisper, “Please don’t try to run?” she said with a voice that was wildly feminine, and as she spoke the light shining off her surface grew brighter with every syllable but dimmed when she went quiet. Stunned and almost on the verge of breaking into a frenzied run I hear the voice again, “Why would you run from something you cannot escape? If I am here, then I am surely where you mean to flee.” Realizing how stupid it is to try to physically run inside your own subconscious I try to open my eyes and leave this place, but I can’t. I can’t move, and my desperate attempts to try and wake up only seem to amuse the star as I hear her let out the cutest of girly, childlike giggles. I say in what sounds like a horrified scream, “How is this possible? Why can’t I leave? How are you doing this?! Oh God, I took too much aspirin! How are you speaking when I haven’t thought of the words myself?” She replies, “Because I am not a product of your mind, but of my own. I also don’t want to let you go because you are too frightened and honestly I believe you might do something stupid.” I contemplate what that means and what to say as the silence envelopes me once again, hoping that I finally haven’t lost my mind I open my imaginary mouth only to be cut off by that beautiful whisper, “Don’t worry. You’re quite sane, and it is obvious for you to worry about such things given the fact that there is a voice inside your temple.” Now, I am annoyed again, “Stop that, stop reading my mind, and stop whispering.” She replies, “Very well, no need to be rude” she said in a much clearer, but taken aback tone. “But I am wondering how exactly you want me to stop reading your mind when we do happen to be currently residing in it.” Now, I just want answers, “Tell me how you came to be inside my mind.” There is a pause and for just briefly, a moment of silence, but then she says, “I’ll tell you, but on one condition.” What could she possibly want from me, “Ok fine, name your condition.” She says,” I’ll tell you….but only if you allow me to stay.”

My eyes slowly start to open as if I had been in the deepest coma for several years. I look around my room to see if anything has changed but find nothing out of the ordinary. I slowly begin to stand up but quickly realize the chore that it is becoming and finally decide to sit back down in my trusty recliner. As I begin to rub the temples of my still aching head I start to feel the all too familiar sensation of goose bumps spreading from the back of my neck down the length of my arms as a cold wind quickly fills the room. I can see my own puffs of breath leaving my nose and mouth and finally see that same marble sized star floating in the corner. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Everything that I was taught about science, religion and philosophy all started to swirl with-in my mind like a vast and terrible storm threatening to rip my head right off my shoulders. And there she was just floating six feet in the air laughing, and giggling like a small child who has played to most marvelous of pranks on her friend. All I could think, all I could do is sit in my trusty recliner and think about how crazy I had become. Although, crazy would be a wonderful excuse for all of what I’m seeing but that doesn’t explain why just the bloody hell its so goddamn cold in here all of a sudden. The giggling suddenly stops as her voice fills my ears, ”Watch your language!”