BROKEN BRIDGES

1.1 Prologue

No one understands the world, though many try. So many different theories about how things work and why… but what is true and what is fiction?

And this is my opinion.

My name is Aerlaia Rue, and supposedly I have a destiny, even though I don’t believe it, personally. You see, this world, the one you and I live in, Earth, overlaps. How could there be an entire universe and no other life in any dimension? It’s improbable, and most people don’t know what to think. But I have had first hand experience with this idea.

Our universe is just a fractor, a reflection of another world. There are myriads of them, all Earth. But they all are slightly different in a lot of ways.

The only 2nd dimension I have ever heard of is Isaiah, the Second Earth. To some, it is the Demon World. But that’s only because they’re different. And people don’t accept that. Different is bad in our world, and in almost any other world, though with a few exceptions.

The Demon World isn’t full of demons, in my mind. It is full of people, but they are slightly different. In their world, far beyond our comprehension, they are more aware of other worlds connecting with theirs. I don’t know why, I don’t know how. But all I know is that it’s true. And there is another difference.

No demon is alike, as it is in our world. They all are different and special, they all have social problems, as do humans. Somehow I am the only one that sees this.

My parents broke the rules.

Of the few who were aware of the window between worlds, my father was one. And those few swore to keep the demons out of our world, but demons are curious. They wanted to know, they wanted to observe. When we fought back with violence, they did not take it lightly. They fought back, they sought revenge. Though some more than others.

My father was the only one to bridge the gap between worlds.

While the rest of our world dwelled on car safety and environmental hazards, a connection was being forged with a world not unlike our own. Yet nobody knew. They wouldn’t have wanted to.

My father’s spirit forged with one of the demon people. I was born of them, I was born in their world. But I belonged on the First Earth, and they wouldn’t understand. My father awoke from his deepening love and for some reason felt he was in danger. He ripped us from that world, he broke the bridges he himself had built. He thought he was risking too much. And so I was born. And so the prophesy began.

It has been foretold that I, the connection to the demon world, will sever that connection. That I will destroy all remnants of those bridges and wreck havoc on their world to avenge my father’s forthcomings. But something’s wrong. I don’t feel that way.

My father is gone, my mother I don’t know of. But I believe her to be dead. Not many people survive the journey between worlds, it is a heart wrenching thing. But somehow I was created.

Not many people in the First Earth know about the Demon World, as I said. And those who know of it consider demons altogether to be horrendous. They found me through the prophesy. They think that I will ‘finish them demons off, and make things right again!’. But I won’t. I can’t.

I am the embodiment of good, I am supposed to fight evil to the death, a martyr for my cause. But what is my cause? Am I the wrong one?

Demons leak into our world by the minute. We, the Rebels, keep them at bay and away from th rest of the world. Only once a demon defeats us can they intrude upon the rest of the world, and that’s why we can never lose.

I keep telling myself that this is right, that I am defending the First earth from these hostile invaders, these Demons. But I know that it is not right. My mother’s spirit is in me, I feel it. I don’t look like a demon, truly, I am human in every way, as my father wished, but my spirit belongs to the demon world, and I cannot help it. Why is the prophesy so far from the truth?

But I am the embodiment of good. Someday I will save the world. But I don’t know how, nor why.