The Void

The void was a formless, timeless experience. In that void, known to most as the abyss, wandered many souls, one of which was particularly dark.That soul wandered aimlessly, it’s past a vague dream. The abyss was not a place of fire nor a wasteland of ice. It was simply darkness. Darkness occasionally lit up by memories that come in flashes. For this particular spirit, pools of fire and howling demons would have been more welcome than this. This hell here was eternal. An eternity of jealousy and rage, for here he completely lacked the one thing which mattered at all to him. Power. And so he wandered and his jealousy of the living grew and grew. Powerless,the dark spirit raged for untold yeas. Memories of life occasionally lit up the black void, but vanished just as quickly as they came. Memories of faces, lands and battles. But most often memories of a single object. A crown. Sometimes the dark spirit felt another entity nearby in the void. Close by, but never in contact. The spirit knew that this entity was related to the visions of the crown, somehow.

“Patience…”, the entity would communicate. This was the only communication that the spirit ever had with another consciousness in the void. It was this shred of hope that the spirit clung too for a seemingly endless amount of time…