Let There Be Light

"It commenced with the peculiar sound of a long blade drawn from a sheath. It was unmistakable, it instilled a great measure of fear, and it's not easy to forget..." Covered in a coldness, he may have voiced it out loud, but in all likelihood he was wrestling with this as a thought - as he fought the haze. The haze had been the veil into life, as much as the haze was the veil, on the way out - back into the abyss of nothingness, where old souls told new souls of life. Encouraging them too, that they line up at the haze, and wait for the pain that is life, and that they would initially not comprehend - but that they would come to love so dearly, that they would do anything not to return through the haze, back to the always waiting and ready; nothingness. Beyond the haze; as the Order had been instructed for aeons, were souls who would be welcomed again, and again, into eternity, to tell of life, and what life was, on earth, in other realities, and beyond distant long dead stars where no one had reported back from, yet.

He entered the haze, looked back, and looked over at his body and dove back into it. He knew it was going to hurt like nothing he'd experienced, but he was never ready to leave. Not like this, not without a fight. Not before greeting his dear ones. Once more. So he tried again.