From Nightmare To New World

For centuries, I’ve drifted. Floating and sinking at the same time. Weightless yet heavy. When my world was destroyed I was thrown through a portal. I was just a youngling then. Maybe 4 or 5. If my count is correct, I’ll be 376 years old in 102 days, which is strange because no one on my world ever lived to be older than 50. When I first passed through my blood instantly began to boil as if something inside had been awakened.

The “energy” there while toxic at first, turned out to be quite beneficial to my health. Granting me extended life as well as many unique gifts. The ones guarding it, however, not so much. They are very protective of their charges. They refer to me as Demoneus.

While “harvesting energy” one of the creatures noticed me and attempted to stop me but I mimiced his actions precisely. Not my brightest moment but what’s done is done. The blast sent me slamming through realities. Shattering some before sliding to a stop on cold wet surface. Seemed to be the inside of a cave.

I realized then what had happened. Some how the blast had unlocked a door that I had no key to. A door to a new realm. The blast left me badly injured. I needed energy. I made my way out of the cave and down from the mountains. After some time wandering I came across a town filled with strange creatures. They seem to gain energy from consuming leaves and flesh. Perfectly peculiar practices. Seems mine might not stick out as much as I once thought.

Odd. This is the word I would use to describe the energy of this realm. Not like the sweet, delectable energy I’ve grown accustomed to. Though I can sense traces of it here, I can not find the source. It’s maddening. To be surrounded by the scent of serenity yet no apparent source. Still I have found that the “food” the creatures here consume hide a hint of it in every bite.

I’ll have to look more into it once I regain some strength. It’s gonna take years to return to my full strength at this pace but such is life. My blood has stopped boiling since I landed which is strange but now the frigid air makes my skin burn. I took some items from a table which apparently is bad. I need to find a place that is accepting and understanding of people such as myself for I do not yet know the customs of this new world.

The town of Alevern failed to meet those minimal requirements and I believe I may be making the creatures here nervous. I have heard whispers of an outpost far to the south where strange portals open frequently and outsiders such as myself are not only welcomed but celebrated. I hear they elected one as mayor. I haven’t the slightest idea of what that is.

I suppose I will have to learn the customs of these lands if I am to find a home for myself here. The portals could also provide a source of concentrated energy for me to feed on. This would hasten the healing process. Either way that Outpost seems like the safest option.

From The Mind Of,
DEMONEUS