Fiction:Story of Destiny

Story of Destiny is a work in progress, which I daydreamed up last night when listening to music and starting to get tired. I wrote down what my brain came up with, and now I type it here for use either now or later. I hope for this to be an interesting collab fiction. There will be a number of characters in this fiction that are from the Fiction Universe, each participaiting member can have 1 of their characters join in this fiction. The character must already exist to be used in the fiction.

Character and User

 * Hinata - MasterMachine

Pre-story
Walking in a strange forest, a group of people sudenly realized they were together. Maybe this had always been so, maybe it had just happened, they didn't know. They only knew they were friends and that they needed to keep going. They could sense that they would meet Destiny soon. The friends walked on, though the strange forest. As they walked, they could sense that something was wrong, but none of them could realize what. Sudenly, one of them figured it out. "There are no birds, no sounds!" As soon as it was said, the forest burst into sound, bird calls and smaller sounds, like animals moving and leaves blowing in the breeze. The friends found they couldn't remember if the forest had ever been silent. Maybe the noise had been there and they just didn't realize it?

They continued, puzzling over the strangness of this forest and world. They came upon another individual, one whos form looked to each as another of their species. "Hello there." "Who are you?" "Nobody important. Just the Keeper, nothing more. I am not that which you seek." "Can you lead us to it?" "Yes. Follow me, I can help." The friends followed him in silence. They came on to a pair of trees that formed a perfect arch with each other, the only flaw being an akward branch set halfway up the left tree. The stranger passed through it without care, and the friends followed silently. As they passed though the trees they were startled to see a grand structure, infinitly vast in both directions, a hall of enless porportions. The mighty roof was held up by pillars every hundred feet or so. The stranger looked back, and they saw he now looked old and weary. "I never meant to hurt anyone."

The stranger walked up to a wall. The friends looked at it, and there they saw an image. Maybe it had always been there, maybe the act of looking had summoned it, they didn't know. The immage was strange, each one of them got something different out of it. It was at once horrific, and beautiful, terrfying and pleasent, sad and joyful. The friends stared at it in awe, and the stranger broke them from their dazed amazment. "This image, it is an image you all feel familiar with for a reason. You know this image, it is a part of you. Time is a illusion. The past, the present, the future, all these are one, tied together by the flows of time. This image is an image of time. It could be your past, present, or future. Now tell me the story of how you got here."

The Friends Stories
Each character will get their own intro story here. Then, when we have each finished our intro story, the story of the friends as they go from a group of strangers to a group of friends will begin.

Strangers or Friends?
This is where the group of strangers has all been collected, and now continue on to their final destination.

The Hall of Time
This is the end of the story. At least, it's the end I drempt up in my daydream at 1 in the morning :)

"This wall is time, the images on it tell the story of time. Since time is an illusion, and exists from start to finish in a single heartbeat, all the images seem familiar to you. However, time does have different stories, and each pillar divides time into sections. Depending on what happens, the section can be long or short. The pillars are all equadistant from one another, but what they contain is each a different amount of time. They mark the begginning and end of an era in time, and are always accompanied by events that affect all of time itself. Every pillar that way goes into the past countless infinities back. Every pillar that way takes you an era into the future, spanning entire infinities of time." The pillars suddenly start to get closer together, as though the friends are moving away from them. The height and width of the pillars don't seem to be changing at all, and they can still see cleary what's in between the pillars, but it's as though the pillars themselves have become closer together, more navagatable. They suddenly start growing larger again, though larger isn't quite what can be described. More as though there is less being held in the same space. They suddenly find themselves getting exceptionally close to the wall, the two pillars on either side of them are so far they don't think they can see them, but they, perfectly and clearly. The friends look up at the wall in front of them, and see a time that feels very familiar to them.

"This is your time, your tiny little slice of time. All that you know, all that you have ever known, it is but one tiny piece of time." The stranger walks up to the wall, and places a hand on it, pointing at a specific image that is part of the infinitly greater image. "This is the War of Ages." He then moves his hand over about an inch. "And this is the Annihilation." He looks at them. All of time as you have experianced it is but an atom of sand on a galaxy pf beaches, a universe of beaches. But every atom is vital for the continuation of the beach." He turns back to the wall, and sudenly it super-zooms. They see the image where he said the Annihilation took place move off to the size, and grow far larger. "This is time in the scale you know of it. Here is the near future for you, and here is what you must do..."

As they friends leave, they begin to forget, not knowing they are forgetting. Across the universe, they are stirring in the sleep, in their beds and cities and temples and castles. When they awake, they will remember only parts of the story, only slivers. They will know, in their heart of hearts, what they need to do, and that they were friends, but they will not remember why. Some will dismiss the feelings as stupidity or dejavue. Others will hold on to the feeling and live their lives by them. They now hold Destiny in their own hands, for the images always change.