Tick,
This repetitive noise replayed over and over again, the sound of the grandfather clock situated in the corner of a dimly lit bedroom repeated over and over again.
And then, it stopped?
Confused a young man sat up from his led down position within his bed, looking around confused he focused upon the grandfather clock of which had been bestowed to him as a gift after his father had returned from his usual 'business trips' at best it was worn, old, ancient and possibly a relic from a time long forgotten to the boy, guaranteed he was only 17 himself so he wasnt the fully bloomed flower he believed himself to be but that didnt stop the ego within him festering, and like most teenagers he thought he was on top of the world. Well he did until his girlfriend of the time dumped him. I know what a bummer.
Confused by the lack of ticking the boy dragged himself from his bed and stepped over the left overs and takeaway bags scattered around his room and made his way to the corner, once he had arrived he naturally couldn't help but touch the clock to no help but his own curiosity when he did instead of receiving a dusty fingertip like he had expected a faint golden glow emanated from the clock instead before flowing into the boy like a torrent.
Surprisingly, to the boy who had no clue what was happening a whirlwind of pain began to assault his body as he felt it begin to change, in ways that he couldn't fathom. First it was his eyes the once deep ocean blue they once were hadn't changed but the iris, changed from the deep black it had been to a faint greenish colour. Nothing thay could be noticed unless someone was really close to the boy, not like that would happen though, he wasnt the greatest looker he had medium length curtain styled hair, and despite standing at a whopping 6ft never had the greatest luck with women. Then again he wasnt the prettiest pencil, disregarding his looks more began to change about him stuff he couldn't imagine, he could feel the change but couldn't see it. As if his sould itself was being remade into something anew.
Wouldn't it be like stupid as fuck if I became an awakened
Well maybe he should've been a bit more careful what he had asked for,
After enduring the endless torrent of pain which had assaulted his body and soul rebuilding him, he had passed out and such a lot of time passed well to him atleast he couldn't tell how much time had passed all he knew was that he was no longer on the surface of the world but rather he could feel the cold soil wrap tightly around him and then it all began, feeling his conscious be sapped away from him he heard the voice for the first time
[Welcome Aspira.....]
The voice had been cut off and replaced with a much louder more authorities voice instead.
[Timestretch authority granted, Welcome to your first trial]
And just like that he had gained consciousness.