The gravity of the situation hit him like a dashing arrow grazing a unprotected blistered wound.
the situation he was in was all because of racism never in a million year's did nilum ever think he was ever going to be put or per-say forced into this type of situation. in a way it's humiliating but at-last the small burst of comedy that nilum or kliet edgar would ever feel
in this life time and the next. well hopefully the next. because even in the dark room kliet has been left for kliet a while his eyes adjusting to the undisclosed location of the cellar he i kept captive in. The cold tattered room dark and ashy made kliet realise if this world is kind of the same as his old world with a source of energy he can use the krested blessing may be able to guide him to freedom with this situation. the most beautiful part about the situation is that his body is human a body that is of no illness. the greatest part about having a human body is always that if you live long enough you know how to learn and control every part of the body
and another beautiful thing is the fact that in kliet's old life he was a two million year old half breed with all the knowledge and mastery of the human body and anatomy . At-last
with one breath kliet concentrate's on his body noticing that he can harness a small amount of energy from all the insects in the room not enough to do any harm but just enough to notice.
It even surprised kliet notice's the fact that his body is kind of weak but the fact that he is taking energy from other life form's is nearly impossible with ought dying. At this point kliet had forgotten his main objective if this body is like the other human body's from his home world he could possibly put his physical and mental body's at rest but hopefully it work's. with one gulp of oxygen kliet breath's in and out clearing his mind to the point it starts to hurt. it hurts to much closing his eyes from the pain he starts to loose all feeling within his body his mind. Suddenly a b burst of warm tangent air with smell of fruit and a sweet attracting aroma sun light shines upon his eyes unconsciously opening his eyes to an amazing sight.
A happy kliet stares around the area it's as if he is standing on a hill but it's like there is nothing binding him to the hill beside the fact that kliet is new to the krested lands .
The horizon stretched endlessly in every direction, a sea of golden grass swaying under a sky so vast and blue it seemed to swallow the earth itself. Kliet took a shaky step forward, feeling the warmth of the sun soaking into his skin, the hum of life vibrating beneath his feet.
He squinted, scanning the landscape. No structures, no trees, no rivers—just a whispering wind carrying the scent of ripe fruit and earth. It was peaceful, unnaturally so, and that made every instinct in Kliet's ancient mind buzz with caution.
Where am I? he thought. This... isn't the cellar.
A sudden flicker of movement caught his eye. Far ahead, near the edge of the hill, a shadow twisted into existence — tall, thin, and cloaked in what looked like flowing mist. It didn't move like a person; it drifted, almost as if carried by the breeze itself.
Without hesitation, Kliet gathered the minuscule energy reserves he had stolen earlier from the insects. It wasn't much, but it was enough to steady his body and sharpen his mind. His first rule, learned through countless millennia: always be ready.
The shadow spoke — but not with a voice. It spoke directly into his mind, ancient and booming:
Kliet narrowed his eyes, muscles coiling. "Threshold of what?" he demanded, though his voice came out hoarse from disuse.
The shadow's form rippled, growing larger, and then — all at once — shrank down into the shape of a person, cloaked entirely in silver threads. Only a single hand emerged from the cloak, pointing at Kliet's chest.
do you want freedom from this place.
kliet, what
yes or no
yes
were am i ?
you wanted to come here so i brought you.
others will come you should prepare this place is extremely different to you'r original world you whould take this in great regard every thing her is a suggestion beside the death and the core's. they will come in a mean while.
who will come?
The figure disappears back into the shadow's or where or when ever it came from kliet left with more questions the answers he stares off to the distance. Out of nowhere an all consuming darkness takes over everything in sight kliet so tired dosn't even pay attention to this then a jungle appears a dark green jungle with wild-life every-where. with a sigh kliet feel's as if he would rather be dead then be given no answer's to what is happening to him.