As Six drifted in the depths of his dreams, he found himself in an unknown white space that expanded infinitely in all directions.
As he is thinking about his situation, the area shatters as if the world is shattering like a mirror, and soon he is in a different space.
On a battlefield where all one could see was destruction, a young man in his twenties stood tall, overlooking the destruction; his face was blank. As if he couldn't feel even a single thing, all the destruction meant nothing to him.
Six was transported here after the cracks appeared in the white world, and he was feeling a sense of familiarity from the young man standing on the battlefield.
'Why is this man so familiar to me, as if I know him?' No, knowing him is not the right word; it's as if I am looking at myself. And where am I? , I went to sleep... 'This – this is my dream.' As Six was processing things in his mind, he came to the conclusion that he was in his dream.
'I might learn something about my past here.' Six concluded
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The figure stood at the battlefield of scorched earth, and then suddenly he looked towards the west direction; the sun was setting. He continued looking in that direction; this looked odd to the observer, as he couldn't understand why he was looking there.
But his doubts were soon cleared, as soon three figures came into view. Three women also in their twenties were heading towards this young man, their eyes locked onto him.
Then Six noticed, the emotionless face of this young man finally broke, an expression that can only be explained as resignation – as defeat, as if conveying, 'I guess I just Have to live with it.'
Though the women clearly did not care about this, all three of them soon reached the young man. When they stopped a few metres apart from this young man, six finally had a proper look at them.
The first woman had flowing crimson hair that faded to black near the tips, a contrast both fierce and elegant. Her golden eyes were cold, devouring like a fire that wanted to consume the world and leave only ash.
The second woman, as if the opposite or counterpart of the second woman, she was no less beautiful. But if the previous one was the hot empress, this one was the queen of winter itself, with white hair with strands of blue in it and with pale silver pupils.
The second woman was her opposite – no less beautiful, but regal and distant. Her white hair shimmered with streaks of icy blue, and her pale silver eyes seemed to contain enough endless winter to plunge the world into an ice age.
The last, but not the least, was also a worldly beauty. The third bore a wild charm. Short violet hair framed her face, and her deep violet pupils glinted with untamed energy. Ready to devour anything in her path.
As six was observing those three individuals, The red-haired one spoke, making six focus on words, then on their identity.
"You Failed us ka@$#% You taught me, but you never told the cost." Six was not able to understand the gibberish she spoke in between, but he instinctively knew that was his... his name.
Six was so lost thinking about the gribbish, trying to maybe find his new body's name, that he didn't notice the change in that red-haired woman.
As soon as she finished speaking, her golden pupils started shining, turning into two miniature suns, and two wings sprouted from her back, one filled with crimson fire and the other with a darker, more sinister black flame.
Only when Six felt the warmness on his skin did he come out of his daze.
'On my days!' He muttered, but as she transformed, the other two followed suit; the white-haired girl transformed as ice gathered around her, shaping into a regal gown on one half of her body. A crown of frozen crystal formed atop her head, radiating chill.
While the third girl's eyes turned blood red, the blood from all around the battlefield started moving towards her, and all the blood combined and formed a great sword that she wielded with such ease.
All this while, the young man stood indifferent to all the things happening; he didn't speak, and he didn't move, as if he just accepted his defeat.
The three girls, understanding his actions, got angrier; the crimson-haired one moved her wings and feathers as sharp as steel, coated with fire – both red and black – and in the blink of an eye, they reached the young man, who took the attack headon.
*drip* *drip*
Blood started to drip from the now injured young man, but he didn't even flinch, nor did his expression crumble.
As if waiting for her turn, the white-haired one moved. And as she teleported, she was on this young one.
"You wanted me to see the truth. I saw it. And now, I see you for what you are." She muttered softly, and she planted a kiss on this young man's forehead. And this time his body reacted a little, as from outside one could notice his veins were turning blue. This kiss had frozen the veins in the young man's body.
The white-haired girl just moved away after planting the kiss; the third girl bent her knees and shot forward toward the young man with the great sword resting on her shoulder.
"I wanted to believe. I wanted to be saved. But all I learnt was how to end things. You taught me that." And she plunged her blade into his chest.
The young man finally fell, lying on his knees, bloodied and bruised. He looked at the three women, then he smiled helplessly and fell face flat on the ground. signalling his death, his end.
The girls just stood there for who knows how long, and then they moved simultaneously, each in a different direction, without looking at each other.
Six just stood there; he watched from the start as the three girls attacked the young man. He felt all those attacks, as if it was not the young man but he who was tanking all those attacks.
And this confirmed at least one thing: that this young man was him, but was this his future version or a prophecy or something? He didn't know.