Time is different when you're dead
fiction·@labrujaj24·
0.000 HBDTime is different when you're dead
 "How are you? you ask, meeting them outside their door. "Fine, they answer. "I'm fine Mom, I'm fine too, Peter answers. "Doug, isn't it? he asks. "It is, he replies. Behind him is a silhouette of what you can assume is his room. You can look at it and see down a perfectly clean hallway, perfectly furnish, and perfectly white. You can see the same from the front hallway of their house, except the front hallway is slightly darker. It gives the feeling of a tree house from Fantasy. You can see little peeps of light from their windows, bathing each corner in color. The house is beautiful. "Is that a dragon? you ask. "It is Doug, he answers. "What? you ask. He turns to the side and whispers, Look at his feet. You switch your sight to line of sight dragon sight and find nothing but a perfectly normal shirt and shoes. "What am I supposed to be- "There, do you see it?" he interrupts. Behind his legs you spot the outline of a dragon. It begins to realizes you are there and stands as tall as it can. It is probably two and a half times taller than you. "That's Blodger. He's been here ever since I can remember. Before you can react, a bed begins to fly through the hallway. It knocks into Peter and knocks him onto the ground. It quickly lands in the hallway, just under the 'windows'. It quickly shifts form, breaking apart, and forming a pile of clothes. Small bits of fabric begin to lift in the air, connecting to each other, forming into clothes, growing bit by bit. The final form is medium height, slender, and very feminine. The girl looks at you and smiles. "Sorry I'm late Doug! "It's fine, you respond. Do you always call your dragon Blodger? "Honestly, no. But it's more fun to do that than give her an actual name. She does seem to like it though. Repetition causes magical spirits to disappear. This causes the loss of any spirit abilities. This occurs because of magical time, the rate at which magical energy is generated. So you're a witch? "I'm a wizard, actually. You can tell he is talking about something from the past. Did you say all this before? "No, no, no my entire world has been brand new to you, he says with a grin. I get to tell you a story. Time is magical, it has no true 'same' like the so-called 'souls.' Each moment must be new to you, like a new day in the world. But, there are certain moments that are ever near to you. "Long before there were dragons and Death Stars, there was a wizard, an elemental mage from a far away valley. He lived life like most wizards did, he or she lived out their life, living like a normal person, job, studies, and married, or not. But one evil day, an evil day, he was laying in his bed as his wife walked to their bathroom. As he lay on the bed, he spotted a strange light come from the bathroom. It was something the wizard had never seen before. He managed to make it to the bathroom, and managed to walk in. His wife was constantly shifting between two forms. Her body wavered between two semi-transparent forms. It was not an illusion. He was sure of it. . "Okay, so you told me the story already. He snaps his finger. No, I told you that day was a special day. I never told you the full story. Time is different when you are dead. While dead, every moment is new and alive. "The man was unsure how long he had been floating in the air, but he knew he was dead. He was dead. Even from your vantage point, the man was at least four times the size you are. His massive brow raised and lowered, causing his eyebrows to form the shape of a dragon. He had six and a half eyes, most of them with the appearances of a beetle. His eyes move, with the motion of his head, and he had a long, narrow torso. His head, without the dragon ears, looked more like a human head. The eyes held a reddish, rippled glow that pinpoints him from afar. "He looked around and saw neither sky nor sea. He could not tell if he was going up or down; he just saw the ground coming towards him at seemingly random positions each time his head was at its lowest. He counted each time he came close to it; 900 of such instances later, he realized he was closer to the ground than the sky. "Take a deep breathe, he answered. The wind blew, causing the grass and leaves to wave in the air, the clouds to shift around the sun. The air was warm and smelled of water and grass. "You can track the entire history of a magical being if you know the true name of their spirit, he said. "If you know a spirit's true name, you can use that to track their history and how they were created. "I don't think I understood what you just said. He let out a laugh. "You should be able to find the name of any person or creature, as long as it isn't artificial. The breeze grew in strength and blew harder, the grass and leaves flattened against the ground, and the clouds began to shift more. "This is the Forgotten Mysteries, of the first wizard. " Why are you telling me this? "I'm not sure. I just feel like telling you. You can feel your head and stomach begin to spin. He may have lied once, but time doesn't lie. You are drowning in your own curiosity, drowning in your curiosity. I don't feel like telling you this. He smiled. It's not about the story. It's about the truth. Before humans could travel through time, it was very rare for the time of a visit to remain the same. Time is random, meaning time is eternal. Time is the same for all, with the same rules. But one day, a different day, this man returned to his home. He returned to his home, but suddenly had his life changed forever. 