Mwyr//Prologue
Title: Mwyr//Prologue
Other: Ahaha now the prologue is done. I hope you're all asking 'wtf' by the end of it, because that's what I aimed for. I rather like the new prologue. Like the feeeel it gives off lol hope you all do too. Ug it looks so short. It's one page exactly.
Prologue~
I start by prefacing with this simple fact: I now know that what I had done was not create a world. In reality, I had little to do with the world’s creation at all.
What had been started so many years ago by the girl named Mary was taken to be the final result. I don’t know what caused her to halt the completion of her work, nor will I find out how she started this all in the first place. She never did answer all of my questions. But due to some circumstances, she was forced to take a journey onto the (theoretically) incomplete planet she had created.
Either it was due to the passage of time or the fact that the original creator had fallen victim to an untimely death, but my changes and additions to the world had little (if any) noticeable influence on the planet. What had been started during the girl’s life had survived past her death and continued to thrive-working around the imperfections and gaps in its written description.
I was told that there had been several visits. By incarnations, I mean. Well, not incarnations. First, I should explain. When Mary first visited the planet she had created, people immediately recognized her as a goddess. I’m not too sure how: this was something else she had failed to tell me.
Asides from myself, there had been a series of three other girls who stumbled upon this unfinished version. They might have attempted to make their own changes-I did notice discrepancies in the handwriting and language style. Regardless, they all wound up on the planet as well. And as the original mother, Mary, had, they all met their deaths on the soil they had been worshipped on.
I was the fifth. I am the last. I was.
It’s done now.
It has been only mere hours since my return. Everything that I had stated with ambiguity will be cleared in time to come; I only ask for patience both from the reader and from myself.
My hand has finally returned to being steady, making it easier to write this down. I wish to explain-to myself, to whoever cares to read-what I had experienced in order that I may sort out all the errors I have made.
Was destroying the planet really the right thing to do? Can I really be so sure that it is gone? No matter, the original text, as well as my copy, was left behind. I burned them myself. I gave the pendant away to the hands of the one who supported me through my journey.
I was told not to blame myself. I had to stop the chain of ‘incarnations’ and thus ensuring that no more girls would come to find their death on that world. I was told this by two people, both entirely unrelated in circumstances.
Still, I find it unfair.
It’s unfair that Mary had created such a world-only to die when she was attempting to escape from something on Earth. So unfair that besides her, besides myself, three other innocent girls met a similar fate.
I find it mocking now. I find it ironic that what we are told to believe in could cause such grief.
Mary named her creation Mwyr.
A rune meaning ‘hope’.
Other: Ahaha now the prologue is done. I hope you're all asking 'wtf' by the end of it, because that's what I aimed for. I rather like the new prologue. Like the feeeel it gives off lol hope you all do too. Ug it looks so short. It's one page exactly.
Prologue~
I start by prefacing with this simple fact: I now know that what I had done was not create a world. In reality, I had little to do with the world’s creation at all.
What had been started so many years ago by the girl named Mary was taken to be the final result. I don’t know what caused her to halt the completion of her work, nor will I find out how she started this all in the first place. She never did answer all of my questions. But due to some circumstances, she was forced to take a journey onto the (theoretically) incomplete planet she had created.
Either it was due to the passage of time or the fact that the original creator had fallen victim to an untimely death, but my changes and additions to the world had little (if any) noticeable influence on the planet. What had been started during the girl’s life had survived past her death and continued to thrive-working around the imperfections and gaps in its written description.
I was told that there had been several visits. By incarnations, I mean. Well, not incarnations. First, I should explain. When Mary first visited the planet she had created, people immediately recognized her as a goddess. I’m not too sure how: this was something else she had failed to tell me.
Asides from myself, there had been a series of three other girls who stumbled upon this unfinished version. They might have attempted to make their own changes-I did notice discrepancies in the handwriting and language style. Regardless, they all wound up on the planet as well. And as the original mother, Mary, had, they all met their deaths on the soil they had been worshipped on.
I was the fifth. I am the last. I was.
It’s done now.
It has been only mere hours since my return. Everything that I had stated with ambiguity will be cleared in time to come; I only ask for patience both from the reader and from myself.
My hand has finally returned to being steady, making it easier to write this down. I wish to explain-to myself, to whoever cares to read-what I had experienced in order that I may sort out all the errors I have made.
Was destroying the planet really the right thing to do? Can I really be so sure that it is gone? No matter, the original text, as well as my copy, was left behind. I burned them myself. I gave the pendant away to the hands of the one who supported me through my journey.
I was told not to blame myself. I had to stop the chain of ‘incarnations’ and thus ensuring that no more girls would come to find their death on that world. I was told this by two people, both entirely unrelated in circumstances.
Still, I find it unfair.
It’s unfair that Mary had created such a world-only to die when she was attempting to escape from something on Earth. So unfair that besides her, besides myself, three other innocent girls met a similar fate.
I find it mocking now. I find it ironic that what we are told to believe in could cause such grief.
Mary named her creation Mwyr.
A rune meaning ‘hope’.