Please read below for a short excerpt from a story I have started writing. It is aimed at teens and young adults who enjoy Science-Fiction. I am a little unsure whether I should continue with this story or whether it's any good. PLEASE give an honest review and consider donating a little bit; every it counts. Thanks:
Aregan closed his eyes and felt his soul wanting to suck through his skin to once again join with what was the very essence of its creation.
A force so immensely powerful, yet dormant and silent, as if it had held its breath forever,waiting to erupt when the time was right, in a cataclysmic explosion the likes of which no living being had ever witnessed.
Aregan began to feel like he Himself was a God and held a grip of total and utter control over the universe, as though it would take no effort at all to simply CRUSH the mere existence from anybody or anything that opposed Him.
Yet at the same time, he felt as though he were the tiniest, most minute speck of undiscovered space dust…some microscopic particle that hovered silently on the absolute verge of the known universe and whatever was on the other side.
He began to understand that he could manipulate this feeling for the better or worse. He could choose to kill, maim and destroy. On the other hand, He could refuse to fight…to stand down in the face of adversity.
'But I am a soldier - I don’t know any other way' He thinks to himself
True to Xaviens word, there they stood at the end of time...
Somewhere in the future, somewhere in time…
Somewhere.
"Behold, Aregan...The end of all known time…"
Aregan stands there staring at all there ever was and all that still has to pass.
His heart is pumping furiously, surging the adrenaline through his taught body. What was this?
Fear?
"Perhaps THIS is what it feels like to be a God?" he silently wonders..
Without another moments hesitation Aregan whirls around not quite certain what to expect to see behind him…
In the far distance where the galaxies transcended, far into the deepest darkest blackness Aregan had ever witnessed, He saw a minuscule pinprick of the faintest light. At first, He wasn't too sure that the point of light was real-as though his eyes were deceiving him, but he managed to actually focus upon it long enough to decide that it was.
It looked like a rich, damp, sticky void that even the most immense black holes couldn't escape, crushed into a single point of infinitesimal white.
"Behind you, Aregan, is the True End of all that ever existed, all the eons and ages , all the memories of countless civilizations.
You are out there right now, you have seen it all -yet at the same time you have seen and experienced less than nothing ….."
Aregan stood and stared, his whole being deceiving him.
He didn't know what to do; what was expected of him.
He felt suddenly nauseous and he felt the acidity of his sickness rising in his throat.
He turned his head back once again to face Xavien and a wave of dizziness swept through his disorientated mind…
Xavien was standing there before him, his hands at his side.
He was looking old and had a slight sheen of sweat on his brow, as though he had expended considerable effort in doing whatever the hell It was that he had just done.
The two of them were alone in Aregan's sleeping quarters and Aregan, still a bit confused, scanned around his familiar surroundings as though to assure himself he had not gone mad.
He wasn't too sure that he hadn't.