A/N: Remember this is not cannon... yet. IDK I might make it cannon depending on how people respond and how I feel, so take it as an Interlude at most.
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The sun was shining. The birds were chirping. People went about their day-to-day lives. Some were happy, others simply surviving.
Twenty-year-old Alice, however, was as happy as could be. Her mother was being released today—her cancer had finally been eliminated. Alice was thankful for the recent breakthroughs in cancer research that had made such a miracle possible.
She and her father approached a crosswalk. But Alice, caught up in thoughts about what she would do now that she had her mother back, stepped out into the road without realizing it.
Speeding toward her was a truck, mid-pursuit in a police chase, swerving side to side. The driver, focused on the rear view mirror and not the road ahead, didn't see the lone girl in time.
Her father, realizing what was about to happen, screamed her name. He wanted to run to her, but couldn't—his age and his disabled leg slowed him. Still, he tried.
Everyone else nearby did nothing. Most hadn't even noticed the oncoming tragedy.
As the truck drew closer, Alice finally heard the sound. She turned her head, eyes wide.
"Truck-kun? Wh—"
SPLAT
The truck hit her head-on. Silence followed, broken only by distant sirens and a single scream:
"AAALLIIICCCEE!!"
And that was the end of Alice's 20-year-long life. The life of a weeb—Ended by the one thing so many joked about.
***
The Void
A 'space' without the concept of space. A 'moment' beyond the grasp of time. Chaotic, yet peaceful. 'Home' to abominations beyond mortal—and even divine—comprehension. There are many ways to describe the Void, but only one thing truly matters:
The Void is a place of transition.
It separates the multiverses. But it also connects them.
Threaded between these realms are 'tunnels'—the paths through which souls travel between realities. The only way to access them is through death. Only the soul can move through this place. In doing so, it is reset and cleansed. This is how balance is maintained across the omniverse.
Alice, recently deceased, was going through this very process.
A kaleidoscopic pattern was all she could 'see.' Usually, a soul undergoes full cleansing and reset here—but Alice was unaffected. The reason? Unknown.
All that's known is this:
Her soul, for some reason, retained its blinding blue spark.
That spark—an anomaly—disrupted the tunnel, drawing the attention of entities nearby.
For the first time since the beginning of existence, the blackness of the Void lit up like a beacon.
The light attracted abominations—limb-covered monstrosities from beyond logic. Galaxy-sized grotesque bodies slammed against the tunnel's surface. Tentacle-like limbs wrapped around it. The kaleidoscopic tunnel flickered. Dimmed. The protective light cracked. Chaos leaked through—corrupting nearby souls, erasing the weaker ones.
Alice's soul became the last uncorrupted spark.
No sound could be heard. No sights could be seen. But Alice could feel it. The Chaos. It reached for her. It wanted to drag her down into the abyss.
A fissure opened ahead. A tentacle broke through. Then another. And another.
Her soul—a beacon—became a target. And then... something touched her soul.
Her spark shattered.
Fragments scattered, warping the light.
Before a massive hand could seize her, the atmosphere shifted.
The tunnel's colours changed—light shifted into a radiant rainbow of defence. The intruding limbs were erased, cut from existence, and Alice's soul was yanked forward.
Not to her intended world. To a different path. A different multiverse.
She entered a place she never expected.
***
Hospital Room
"WAAHH... WAAHH…"
A baby's cries echoed through the room.
"Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Carter. She's perfectly healthy," the doctor said, finishing the tests.
"You hear that, dear?" the new mother asked, glancing at her husband, who was still pacing nervously.
"Hahhh…"
She smiled, ignoring his panic, and turned to the baby in her arms. She held her carefully, afraid she might accidentally hurt her.
She paused for a moment, then whispered:
"Aurora. Aurora Emma Carter. That will be your name, my precious."
The baby stopped crying the moment she was named.
***
Cemetery
"M-Mama...? Pa-Papa...?"
Thirteen-year-old Aurora trembled, tears streaming as she watched two coffins lower into the ground.
"Why did you leave me...?"
She drowned herself in guilt.
***
Six Years Later
Aurora had lived relatively well these past years.
She had made friends. She was starting her new job tomorrow. She'd even earned a scholarship to a prestigious university on the Mu continent, starting in September. Just enough time to save up some money—until she could get an income at university.
But lately… Aurora had begun dreaming again.
For the first time in six years. Yet these weren't normal dreams. They were nightmares.
Visions of herself in the future.
Alone. Abandoned. Exploited. Dying on the side of the road while strangers walked past without a glance.
In another, she was stabbed by a panicked thief in an alley—He stammered apologies before fleeing, leaving her to die alone.
Her 'friends'? They ignored her. Pretended she never existed.
They were fakes. All of them!!!
I HATE IT.
BOOM
***
"Looks like I'm going to Shenzhou, eh… Herrscher?"
She flinched.
End
Real title: Aurora, The Spark Of The Void
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A/N: As I mentioned before. This is NOT cannon. If I do decide to make this cannon I'll update these A/Ns accordingly.
Also if I make this Cannon. It will literally change the entire stories power scaling and ending to what I originally wanted to do but had no way of doing. If you get it, you get it. If you don't, you don't.
Ciao