//------------------------------// // Chapter 1 : Destiny in The Making // Story: Transferred as a Limited God to a World full with Colorful ponies // by WinterStormed //------------------------------// Destiny...What a lovely way to say you have no control whatsoever in whatever you do. No offence to anyone but it is a word that I despise in the highest degree. I mean my whole life was a mess. Destined to be that ugly loner, hated by his parents for all his shortcomings and, not forgetting his failing grades. If children were packages then I was a super deluxe package of all the wrong things. Sadness included. Destiny sucks. I mean there was one aspect of my life that I could express gratitude. Life itself. Yep, that's how bad it was, to a point I could only be grateful for life itself. Now do not misunderstand what I'm trying to say here. I never complained about my plight, to anyone....until now that is. Self-pity was never my thing and It should never be your's either. What I am trying to say is that despite all my problems in terms of looks, happiness, friends, health, intellect, love, family, the list goes on, I was grateful. Sort of. Like grateful that I was alive for the day and the day after that kinda way. I would do things like saying stuff to myself before I went to bed that there were others around the world who had it worse. It kept me going. But it seemed destiny had other plans for me. It all started on a very rainy night when my matric results were sent. I honestly could not take it. The tears that I withheld after seeing my results, gushed forth unto my pillow. Grade 12. I failed. All the effort I put was for nothing. Why ? Why am I so dumb ? I hear my parents talking. They furious. My tears increase as I hear them cursing me. The mistake, the black sheep, the curse of the family. Why can't I be like my sister or my younger brother ? I mean my parents always used to talk like this and I got numb to it but why is it paining more than usual, like they really sharpen the knife this time, taking turns stabbing my heart ? Sighing I wiped my tears, maybe because I finally accepted that my parents hate me ? I mean not once did I saw a smile etched on their faces when it involved me or a compliment or a tap on the back ? I flinched as their voices became louder at each other until Shouting ensues. I pushed my face against my pillow, no doubt they were blaming each other for my existence. I gave out a dry chuckle. If only the girls in high school could fight over me like that. Oh well, Jokes are just jokes, but it's nice. It keeps me sane, my only sliver of another emotion besides sadness. You could also say it prevented me from going near the rope. Despite my position I would never resort to suicide but...I'm teetering on the edge right now. The jokes aren't coming as quick as there were before. *SLAM !* My door is flung open revealing a angry figure, trembling with rage. I wake up in a jolt, wide-eyed as I see my fath- *Smack !* The force of his hand was immediate and immense. "Why !" He raged, spittle flying everywhere as he hits me again, this time with a belt. "WHY WHERE YOU BORN ! THIS FAMILY IS CRUMBLING BECAUSE OF YOU ! DO YOU WANT US TO DIVORCE !?!? IS THAT IT !?? HOW CAN YOU BE SO FUCKING DUMB !?!?!?" I cry out in pain as he punches me aand whips continously across my whole body. Never did I experience such a heavy beating like this before. His breath smelt of alcohol. His spit flying everywhere "Fathe-" I vomit as he punched me again in the stomach. "STOP CALLING ME THAT YOU PIECE OF SHIT ! I NEVER WAS YOUR FATHER TO BEGIN WITH ! I KNEW WE SHOULD'VE HAD THAT ABORTION !" He has never beaten me like this before, I thought, as his fingers wrapped around my neck. He always did this. Choked me until I began to scream. But this time was different. This time he did not let go. I screamed as the pain intensified. Unable to breath as my lungs cried for oxygen. I struggled until all I saw was an inky void of darkness. I , Thomas Alesia, died by the hands that belonged to a man I called Father. How does one know they have died ? Simple, you are told that you kicked the bucket. I mean I was informed by Death himself. Nice chap. It was surreal and blunt. I mean when he appeared in front of me, literally, he stuck out his hand and said : "You dead dude. Oh and I'm Death by the way." We always had a bad perception of the grim reaper or sometimes known as the angel of death. You would expect him wearing black robes with that cliche scary looking scythe and being an extra on the Conjuring movie set in his spare time. Obviously I cannot tell you how he looks or any description of any kind. Something to do with some identity regulations. Anyway I had a nice long chat with him. It was nice. I never actually use to converse with others so I was soaking every second of the conversation we were having but I knew why he was really striking a conversation with me. "How did I die ?" I had to hear from another person. Death sighed as he gave a small smile, knowing I caught on. "You are a smart one Thomas." I wanted to belive that there was no way I died by my- him choking me to death. I wanted to belive that I most likely fell unconscious and died from something else. But I knew that was not the truth. I had to hear it to believe...to believe he did not love me. Death looked a me, dead serious. "Do you really want to know ?" I did not want to know. " I think it's best if you don't Thomas but that's just my opinion. You kinda in shock right now. If you want to know though, it is within your right." "Okay."I took a deep breath. I'll take his advice. If Death does not want to talk about Death then it's advice I'll gladly take. "So." I said, rubbing my hands. "Where's heaven ?" I was pretty sure I was going to heaven. With all the suffering and unfairness I experienced in the world, confidence of paradise was running through me. Is that arrogant of me to say that ? Death laughed at my outburst. "You not going to heaven." My heart nearly burst. Why am I suprised ? My luck was always rotten. "Or hell." He added quickly. I held my chest as I steadied my breath. I was going to be the first person to die a second time. "Do not ever do that. Ever. You gave me a heart attack !" Death gave a sheepish smile as he rubbed his head. " Sorry about that. It was originally planned to put you in heaven but before that could be finalized someone intervened. They wanted an audience with you." I looked at him thoughtfully. "Is it God ?" Death tilted his head, his finger tapping his chin. "Well, there's many gods and many beings equivalent to gods but yeah, kinda. He has a deal for you or an offer of some kind if I remebered correctly. Remember though, if you accept this you cannot go to heaven. Our Heaven that is ." I felt my head buzz. Too much of information to process, so I said the smartest thing I could muster. "Wut ?" "See, think of it as applying to all the university's available to you. The university's being religions. You apply to one of them and follow their rules and regulations. It is all up to you to pass or fail i.e Heaven and hell. By you accepting this beings offer it's like you switching university's. Actually it is even bigger because this being is from another universe altogether. It's a crude example but I hope it clears the confusion a bit." Another Universe !? Death snorted as he looked at my dumbstruck face as he grabbed my hand. " Nevermind. Come, let me take you to him. He might explain it better." "W-W-Wait ! Let me process all of this !" I said as I was dragged. Oh well, let's see what this being wants with me.