The colors were all wrong, he thought as he stood on the edge of a cliff looking out at a crimson storm-raged ocean. He looked around him and found that the grass and trees were a gaudy blue instead of the green that he would normally expect. Everything felt wrong—artificial.
The wrongness around him made his skin crawl. It was as if someone had taken a magnet to the old color TV that was the world, bending and changing the picture of what should be into a broken neon mistake.
"Maybe this has something to do with what happened to me," he said out loud.
"Everything is because of you," a voice said from behind him. Whirling around, he found an elderly woman standing behind him.
"I didn't do anything."
"Lost one, this is your moment. Listen and understand that in time you will come to see things more… fluid then they are now," she said staring at him with cold gray eyes.
"Can't you just tell me?" he said.
"Open your eyes and see, Marcus. Many things are coming to pass that will shape how the world will continue to progress towards its end. Events are moving very quickly and the days are shorter with each new choice."
"What does that even mean? How can I even –" he said but she cut him off.
"Entropy must be halted," she screamed at him. "Now when everything will hang in the balance. Yes the time has come. Our task is a head of us. You must not fail."
"What do you want me to do," he said. Indigo clouds overhead crackled with the sound of thunder as the old woman moved toward him. Lightening struck the ground only dozen feet away from where he stood.
"Let faith guide you, Marcus. Have faith that those who know better have a purpose for you," she said as the wind whipped her thin gray hair. "A storm has gathered around you and it will take a great amount of resolve to survive."
Viscous rain fell from the indigo clouds as he stood there watching the woman as she feel to her knees and looked up at him. Energy seemed to crackle through the air and he could feel the hair on his skin stand on end. The light and color from the world around him seemed to flash brighter.
"Overcome your doubts," the old woman said. "Cherish everything you hold dear and guard them with every action you take. Help those in need, for they are helpless. Order is crumbling before the chaos of the world and you are one of the few who stands on the front line of the coming battle. Our choice has been made, Marcus."
Silence fell over him and the whole scene faded from color to shades of gray. Emptiness overtook him.
I woke up to the darkness of my bedroom and rushed to the toilet, barely making it there before I puked my guts out.
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