The cynical optimist

A few days ago I started posting a new semi experimental series of fictional posts on my newly restarted Tumblr page, but due to it being a new place I have almost zero reach, so I’ve been thinking of posting it here as well. What follows are the first two posts… Let me know what you think and if you want to read more of what is to come?

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August 17th, 2023

Today the door opened for the first time. Just barely, just for a moment. The normal dark markings that adorned the door glowed with a brilliant white light. Words echoed out from the doorway but they were being spoken in an ancient dead language and as quickly as it all began it was over. The light, the words, the opening. Gone. Replaced once again by silence and darkness. The door had remained dormant for 100 years…but whatever it is that lay beyond it is waking up. The magic protecting us is fading and we should all pray to our gods to save us because in the end they may be all we have left.

August 18th, 2023

I wasn’t going to write today, there’s nothing really to update, the door has remained quiet all day. No new events, no strange lights or eerie whispered words in the silence, but…

…there is something coming, I can feel it in my heart. That once that door opens, it’ll be over for us all. I pray to whatever gods that may be listening. Grant me insight, Grant me protection, Grant me anything that may give me a fighting chance.

These people out there in the world, they don’t deserve what’s coming. They don’t deserve to have their lives turned entirely upside down, cut short because I was unprepared. The last of the Guardians died years ago before he could pass on his knowledge, before he could pass on his training. I’m writing all of this down now so the next one, if there is a next one at least has a manual, a step by step guide so that they may protect humanity. Many people including themselves have given up, many are run down by the world they live in, their stress, their anxieties but I can see their world in a way they cannot and I see the beauty in it, the kindness hidden in it and I ultimately do not want to fail. These people deserve to live. They deserve to be happy. They deserve to persevere.

I fear for what is to come, I worry I will not be enough, but I have no choice. I have to be. For them, for the world. I’ll stand guard, I’ll prepare, I’ll pray.. and when the time comes. I will win. There is no other way.