Cold. The first thing Kemo thought when he woke up. He found himself in a dark cell with a door in the back of the room. In the middle of the room there was a pond, small but deep. The lights turned on.
-Oh you are awake! Good!
-Wha…
-No need to panic, it’s just regular procedure
The voice was deep and comforting, it made him feel at ease.
-How are you feeling?
-My head hurts…Wait! How did I get here?
He moves closer to the door and grabs onto the door handle. He pushes it down and the handle breaks of. He looks at the broken handle, he notices a black substance on the edge of it. He jumped at the sight of it. What is this? -He thought to himself.
-You were transported to one of our special contamination rooms. Here you will go through the regular procedure. Now please move over to our contamination tub.
-I don’t trust this.
-No need to worry it’s the regular procedure. All the folk go through it.
He slowly moves towards the tub and stops before the edge of it. He examines it a bit further. He looks confused for a second and takes a steps back out of fear.
The voice distorts.
-Now-now no need to be scared.
-How is it a contamination if there is no way to empty the tub?
-Khi khi khi… You figured it out! Congratulations!
-Tell me… Who are you?
The rooms turns dark, black goo coming out of the spaces in between the tiles. The water in the tub turns black and the voice changes.
-The name’s Erebor…
He sounded like Kemo, but it was deeper. A shadowy figure emerged from the tub. It looked like him, except his fur was black instead of white and his blue accents was multiple shades of purple.
-And I am you silly. Don’t be afraid.
He grinned and the room started to flood. Kemo was beyond scared at this point, he didn’t know what to do.
-You and I are really similar you know?
-W…Why is t…that?
Erebor moved slowly towards Kemo. He tried to take a step back, eventually Erebor reached him.
-Does the name Carl Jungle ring a bell?
-N…no it doesn’t. I am really scared of you right now.
Erebor gently caressed his cheeks, comforting him.
-I won’t hurt you dear. Or at least it’s not my intention.
He leaned closer to Kemo’s ear and whispered: You should do some research on this. With that a huge wave of black liquid crashed down on both of them. Kemo woke up at the entrance of the hospital, the waterlily before him. His vison is blurry and only can see two pairs of paws before him. He reaches out for the moonstone desperately.
-I need to know
The swirls on his paw started to glow and a portal appeared beneath him. He fell into it without the stone. He fell into a bed of petals, it was soft and comforting to the touch, yet it lacked any smell. There was a tree above him which had a faint blue glow. The bedframe itself was the tree in fact. At the foot of the bed there was a set of clothes. A spotted shirt, a blue and black plaid jacket, some jeans and a pair of old comfortable shoes.
What? How? Whose? Why? Explain!? -He though to himself and sighed.
Now what am I gonna do? Asked loudly and looked up at the celling. He noticed that it was made of rocks. He looked around a bit more and he noticed that the whole room was more like a cavern or a basin. There was a pond full of water, but it had a faint blue glow, which lit the whole place. He got up and took a look. The pond was surrounding the bed, the room had a round shape. There was only one platform to the wall. There were ancient writings surrounding a spiral.
Kemo slowly walked toward the edge of the water, holding himself. He kneeled down to it. He could clearly see his reflection. The water was calm, he wanted to touch it. When he touched the water the accents on his body started to glow and the swirl on his hand reappeared on his palms. Suddenly Erebor appeared behind him.
-Oh look what we have here. The poow bawby taking his first steps?
Kemo got scared and flung his hand at him, only it didn’t hit him.
He was not there physically, he was more ethereal this time.
-What do you want from me?
Kemo asked.
-Oh my! So aggressive all of a sudden! Why I don’t want anything from you.
He walked towards the bed and set on it.
-Isn’t this nice?
-That’s not answering my question!
-Calm down drama queen. Like I said, I am not here to hurt you. I am you remember?
-You are such a jerk.
-Ouch! That hit me right in the heart.
He flung himself onto the bed landing in a dramatic pose.
-So you gonna get out or what?
-Excuse me?!
-Ah geez you really don’t know shit do you?
-Well I still don’t know what I am.
-That much huh? Alright I am gonna help you out, like the mother Theresia I am.
-I would appreciate that.
Kemo quietly mumbled.
-Softy like always.
-Wha…
-Anyways you are special. You are the perfect creation of the ancients. An axolotter in short term. Basically you are suppose to be the end of our world. And your “responsibility” is to push the world into the depts.
-That’s a lot to take in.
He holds his head, slowly walking toward the bed.
-And that’s not all sis. You see…
Kemo crashes into bed and falling into sleep.
-You need a lot of training if you are gonna do this boy.
Erebor sighed and disappeared.