Emsky Chronicles

Accordingly, countless stories fill the ages, as most reveal the same tales. Each and everyone around me knew me as Sénye throughout the days of my existence on a planet called Emsky of the Chuprin Galaxy. Our galaxy was one of many, which had no deity. Therefore, when we died, the righteous spent their eternity running from the evil spirits. These changed thousands of years later when the Empire of the Good and the holders of the Sword of Justice and Freedom (EGaSOJAF) accepted annexation. When the EGaSOJAF accepted Chuprin's bid for annexation, a process that took two millennia to complete, as they have so many galaxies begging for appendage to their two and half-million galaxies. Once they accept the request for annexation, the Empire begins collecting the virtuous spirits and capturing the wicked spirits. This event happened for Chuprin far pass this story. My story recounts the chronicles of Emsky. A world filled with hardships, loves, wars, death, plagues, and life, all which changed when the Empire annexed Chuprin. Our world had its range of strange mythologies and religions, as they tried to explain the mysterious. The unknown is the creator of realms that a rational person would believe insane. This unfamiliar ruled those who roamed Emsky, nonetheless; the anonymous has ruled many worlds, taking away any unique trait for Emsky. Special or not, the original Emsky was my world and my honor to tell her story. After my death, I roamed through the other worlds in Chuprin. I actually roamed with extreme caution, eluding the wicked spirits, which I quickly discovered ruled the lofty obscure empty space. I saw the other worlds had people with different color skin. Emsky had totally pale orange people, throughout all its history. Even without the color of their skin to discover ways to hate and kill, Emsky still found other reasons. On drifting through Emsky, I discovered the wicked spirits caused most of this aggression. There were many who were in the middle, and they were our safeguards. Initially, I was tremendously terrified believing my eternity filling itself solely with torture and misery. An eternity existing entirely while chased with no sanctuary in existence offered no hope. When the middle spirits captured me, I believed my eternity would end soon. A few spirits told me that many virtuous spirits were missing. I believed my captor had put me on my final road. So quickly my end came. However, my predictions were wrong. They convinced me that I was protected, teaching me that a few borderline wicked acts would make sure me a secure future. I wondered what these works would entail. They would include mustering up a few storms, droughts, starting fights, and fires, essentially actions the people had an avenue for escape. My first, middle spiritual companion was a spirit of the far part of our universe. She did not appear as we did. She revealed her name to me as Orosházi. She was my indoctrinator, teaching me most things I needed to understand. The middle spirits told me the worthy souls simply escaped to a galaxy, which had a deity to request admission into their heavens. Few deities rejected their appeal. I wanted nothing to do with these requests. I belonged around Emsky and Orosházi was going to show me how to do this. She was fashioned as a dark-brown woman, with bright pink and white spotted wings. She had a crown of colorful flowers supplemented with long green leaves. Her eyes are large and powerful, as I almost expect lasers to shoot all, she sees. She kept the form of her species, as this is before the Empire, which converts all to one species. She has a pink strap wrapped around her breasts and another around her pelvic area that droops in the back so when she stands forms a skirt covering her legs to the knees. When she sits, the long, slender legs support her spiritual body unexposed. Green birds fly around the orange, blue, and purple, white spotted butterflies swarm around her whenever she stops. My many attempts to discover how they attach themselves to her while in flight were always fruitless. Her hair was a black wool perfectly styled and held in place by her flower crown. Her flawlessly shaped, pink lips had a magic to them that would pull her comrades under her spell. I had to understand how she devised an image of the body she once lived. I was barely a white smoke. I had been fortunate during my life to have a wife and children, misfortune to lose them to raiders, who took my family life with it. My eyes could not believe how gorgeous Orosházi was, nevertheless I needed her to exist, therefore I could absolutely admire. She had the food for my soul, which had nowhere to hide and no chance of survival. Once Orosházi claimed me, all others ignored me. I asked her how she could appear as she did, considering I was still a puff of smoke. To my great delight, she promised to take me to the Jarunka, the guardian of the red door. This door was not like the ones I always knew. This door had a five-inch brick frame while arched at the top. The door had three thick stone steps in its front. The oddity was the absence of a building to surround the door. I saw winter trees with a sky plastered with dark black clouds. Before the door stood a woman wearing a fluffy milky bottomed gown, which exposed her shoulders and appeared to be low enough not to reach her breasts, which I would not recognize her as she kept her back to us and front to the red door. Her long white hair reached down to the center of her back.