I am...

[I.Am.HAM]

I am...

   

A crackling sound made inside a dark, confined space. Red light seeps through to strike a newborn's face. A reaction then comes as the foreign light pierces and shines on a small ebony figure, more crackles as the space shakes and shivers. A drop, a thud, and suddenly more space is given. A small appendage is stretched, another crackle and thud then more follow suit as the space is soon ridden. From there a creature doth stand, small, weak, frail...with a blackened body, stubby limbs, two sinister horns, and an abnormally long tail.

It yowls, it mewls, it cries as it should, demanding attention from it's progenitor for before them she stood. The creator, mother, the one that will guide or...should, does not provide. She simply...watches. Judges. An expectant reaction, wanting to see...something. An action. Though when she sees nothing special, the small one is nudged towards the rest of their kin, where their big alabaster eyes now gauge the situation they are truly in. Massive would the siblings be, upon emerging their forms expand, growing far larger than the small one's eyes could see. They were lessers and yet greater, stronger than average and would no doubt grow even more later. But not the small, they were this stature for some odd reason, they were weaker than normal as well, a painful hell for one that was only 2 feet and 4 inches tall. And it would not be long before the siblings would notice, it would not be long before the pecking order was established and then the runt of the litter was placed at the lowest rung of the proverbial ladder. And why not? They were weak. Their magics less than potent.

      

Garbage. Trash. Useless. Fodder. Bad.

   

What made this situation more odd was the sudden disappearance of the progenitor. The mother. The provider in some cultures. Gone without a trace, leaving the littlest one to their blood related vultures.

   

Tragic, or maybe there was a broader reason.

With the order established, soon came task. All of them assigned by the strongest of the cast. The massive, the unyielding, so big one could mentally hear their score. Her name was Mettura, The Prodigy, for when she was born she quickly ascended to Kaor. She was an anomaly, an unheard of creation yet she was seen as a dark blessing. A vision. The future destroyer of worlds. Of course there were others like her, but with her power the children of man surely would find her...vexing. Regardless...to those weaker than her, they were tasked to become stronger. They were said to become the future generals of her armada. Ambitious is the sister, having plans upon plans, all of them equally if not more sinister. She wanted ascension, no mistakes, and to prove it the lowest of the low had to be set straight. The small, the weakest, the one that lacked a name would given the task to scout a section of hel that was unclaimed.

   

And thusly they were off. Away. Away. Far, far away. They wandered and wandered. Through pits of fire, brimstone, then sand. Then ice. Then darkness. And then...light. Light? Much like the start, there was a foreign light piercing through a crack. So familiar and yet so unknown, it made the small question if this was an odd way back. They skittered, scattered, and tore right through. And then the light grew brighter...until it didn't, and what was seen after was blue. Tinges of white, like smoke. The air was odd, it was thinner and did not burn their throat. Foreign land, never before seen by these eyes. They did it, they happily jumped as they looked to the sky. Excitement, an emotion. New to them it was, but an emotion like this was something they'd trust. Now...it was back to reporting, they needed to know but...a realization came.

"Where do I...go?"

. . .

   

"I am...lost..."