Rebirth

                                    

                                          
"YOU CALLED?"
                          
Mind was laying flat on the ground. He looked at the sky. Dark, flawlessly dark. No stars, no moon, only rain. 
                          
"MORTAL. YOU CALLED?"
                          
Mind did not budge. The sky was still flat, raining and undisturbed. 
                          
Suddenly, the sky raged. It started moving. Clouds forming, clouds breaking, clouds disappearing and appearing, raging and calming down. Then came down the thunderous voice of the skies. 
                          
"I CALL UPON YOU MORTAL. STAND UP AND FACE YOUR GOD!"
                          
Mind stood up, but looked straight ahead. The scenery was overwhelming. The lands were on fire, burning, clashing down and dying. Mind closed his eyes and did not look at the talking skies. The rain soothed him in an unsual way, the water droplets felt like a mist that calmed his smoldering nerves.
                          
"The term God is a bit overrated these days don't you think? I don't know who you are. I have no clue what you think I did to you, but you are not my God. I am my own God. I am a God. A Godkiller too."
                          
No one was suddenly speaking. It was utter silence. Neither Mind continued, nor the skies started. Then everything changed. The skies began moving angrily fast, and everything came clashing down. Rain drops started piercing the damp atmosphere, melting the dirt into pools of mud. The rage of the skies manifested and then Mind realized one thing. There was someone far more important than over glorified gods of sin or deities, and Mind seemed to have messed with the wrong person...
                          
"Look, I didn't call upon you. I was just very angr-"

                          
A thunder came crashing down on the horizon and interrupted Mind mid sentence.
                          
"LISTEN TO ME FOR A SECOND. I TOLD YOU, I DIDN'T MEAN TO TELL YOU ANYTHING. Now if you really want to get rid of me, I won't stand in your way." Mind was now open-arms, waiting for his doom. "I HAVE NOTHING TO LOSE. I HAVE LITERALLY NOTHING. EVERYONE IN MY LIFE HAS DISAPPEARED. And I am now alone... So here I am, take my life away, oh so god."
                          
Mind waited. He waited for the clash, the lighting, the thunder and the death. He waited for his rebirth, but nothing happened. Rain stopped, skies cleared and the stars reappeared. Nature was starting to heal, fires were out, smoke was slowly fading away. Chaos left, and Order came.
                          
Wind shifted, leaves were now dancing flawlessly in circles, owls started hooting, and the Map that laid on the ground flew with the movement of the winds. It caught Mind's chest, who got a grip on it.
                          
"The Map..." Mind wondered as he took his eyes off this piece of paper. "The Arthrax..," continued Mind. "I am not alone, I don't need Gods to fulfill my wishes. I have god between my hands!"
                          
Mind walked to his weapon. The weapon that dealt so much damage, the weapon that killed so many lives, and yet, a weapon that he received from the divines. A true gift from the skies. Maybe they weren't so bad as he thought.
                          
Mind recollected his two possessions, and was now on his way. He made it down the shaft and out of the Mountain. He regained control of his surroundings, as the morning sky was slowly waking up in the background. He didn't know where to go, how to go or what to do, but he knew one thing: He was in an Uncharted Territory.