In a small dark cold room, clothed with the air of chilly zephyrs was a young boy.
Under the subtle white but cold rays of the haughty full moon, within an inconspicuous town, so insignificant, a dot is all a map accounts for its existence, he laboured diligently, solely piecing together what he was soon to call his greatest invention ever.
Being an ingenuitive teen that he is, sourcing the schematics for such cutting edge tech was what many would rank envious over impossible, let alone coming this close to actual success.
His IQ ran through multiple digits, trampling over what the globe perceived as outstanding, excelling immaculately in every single thing he does.
And of course this remarkable characteristics shone expressly into his manner of life.
He was the quintessence of sheer genius with a beauty that could stop a rocket.
He was loved by all and his life was perfect until the day he pinnacled unto his greatest achievement.
"Final screw and done," he avidly concluded as he bolted on the last piece of metal onto his eerie looking device.
"It's finally done," he sighed letting loose the barrage of stress piling behind his exhausted frame.
"Didn't even feel like two months," he said while sipping off a cup of coffee on his working table.
After the drink he rubbed his palms together excited to turn the machine on.
"Time to shine baby," he quipped, weirdly referring to his device.
The lights in the small shed flashed frantically, blaring dim and bright light all over and between the cracked surfaces in the walls and floors, threatening a sudden burst at any further protraction.
'Pls don't blow up. Pls work,' he pleaded within himself.
The machine chimed. And the erratic counter shines ceased.
'It's working,' he awed.
Slowly but definitely.
"It's working," he outwardly repeated, this time laced with greater stun and ecstasy.
He paused to observe it and what it was doing.
It was conjuring up something and quickly picking pace as well.
Something bizarre and other worldly was sparking up.
Something he had hoped he never made.
Slowly the enigmatic entity bulged with increased volume slowly building fear and equivalently, stun within him.
'What's th..,' he questioned, but before he had the chance to react it was too late.
BOOM!!!
He couldn't make it.
He intended to prottype his greatest invention ever and most likely in human kind but unfortunately ended up constructing his forlorn demise.
Right from the explosion, he felt his body being pushed into some kind of spiral wavy tunnel.
An endless one where it felt like he was immersed in extremely freezing water and could steer his way between the flow.
A deluge of information flooded his head. Memories, facts, emotions all rushing in like a forceful stream, burrowing down every bar of constraints against its entry.
The opposite direction, presumably an exit, was precious info being stolen from him or more accurately discretely locked from his access.
His mind swirled and swooshed in a million ways in the flood of darkness, lost and confused when a voice echoed.
OH NO!
In the haze of his confusion, flashes of images were playing before him.
His Memories? Or were they visions?
His coordination felt sapped, his energy benaeth rock bottom and his consciousness transitioning, like it hadn't fully arrived at its intended destination.
ARE YOU OKAY MY LORD?
The feminine voice sounded again. Sweet and caring. Her face dripping with worry and concern.
'Lord? Who's that? Hope he's alright.'
Everything was one big hotch-potch of unrelated everything.
An indescribable blur.
SOMEONE HELP HIM.
'Help who? Me?'
"I'm alright. What is that smell? Is that smoke I smell?"
Those were his final thoughts before a hard thud to the ground, the curtains fell and everything went dark.
***
Zayn after hours of unintended napping finally aroused, sharply stung with a mild charge in his breath.
He jerked up, almost as if he had been having a terrible nightmare and steadily his palpitating pants slowly died down to a gentle sigh of relief.
Where was he?
His eyes roved around the area, searching through the room in an attempt to determine where he might be.
Amid trying, he roaming around he noted something. Everything he was surrounded by bore a touch of archaism and obsoleteness but surprisingly fancy and well organized for something so last y….
The craftsmanship wasn't bad either.
A gentle touch of old-fashioned transformed into an praise-worthy idol of remark.
"So it worked," he assumed, thinking for a second, that his machine had actually worked, simply putting two and two together.
But then a migraine struck, then intensified, pulsating through every nerve in his body.
The more he resisted the flow, the worse the pain pierced. Pain-driven, he loosened the bars and allowed a free flow.
Instantly, he had it. The answer to his perturbing question had been provided.
"Well it may not have been as impressive as time travel but being reincarnated is kinda awesome too," he abated his disappointment.
Trying to wrap his head around the whole ordeal, taking in the entire development, he scratched around the back of his head.
In a flash, a pain lanced electrically through his entire body taking its eruption from that point.
Bandages!
He had bandages strapped all over his frame.
They elicited so much pain. How could he not have felt this before?
Beneath the bandages were bruises and burns, dominating nearly ninety percent of his entire body.
He couldn't move. Not one inch. A breath felt equal to a punch.
As he contented with the pain, the door to the room he was in swung open and a girl walked in.
She looked like a goddess. Her eyes shimmered a crystal glist of frozen ice and sparkling in sync with hair akin to the sun, cascading beautifully below her back.
Her dress was a flawless design of the well known white and black maid outfit but somehow she made it look even more mesmerizing.
"I see you are awake, my lord," she greeted.
Vigorously ripped by pain he couldn't put words together for a response.
"Let me help you with that," she smiled, noticing his struggle.
"Hold still," she instructed, stretching both her arms towards him.
A brilliant shimmer of dotted yellow light engulfed Zayn, almost immediately assuaging the pain.
"There. Is that better?" She asked with even more warmth in her smile.
"Ya, that's better. Thanks," he responded.
"Glad I could help," she bowed before taking her humble leave but was unexpectedly stopped by Zayn, holding her by the hand behind.