Katalri_105

Granted. But no human or entity believes you and they all don’t use the publication. I wish when I want to read a book, the book I want to read to appear in front of me for me to read in a language I can understand.

“Nah your execution only comes if you drop science” - @KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren

“I don't actually stalk people... I only joke abt it - or do I?” - @Spahc11 2026

Granted! But now no one, including computers will play any sort of game with you. I wish for 1kg of ripe mandarins.

Granted. It hates you and keeps pecking at your eyes, and nothing you do makes it stop. I wish to be able to speak every language (including programming languages) on earth perfectly fluently and know how to read and write them as well.

Granted. She moves to a different country on the other side of the world and long distance doesn’t work out. I wish to be able to control the weather.

You get bored of staying at home.

While you all are exchanging Easter eggs, I take the sandwich and run away.

Extravagance

Granted! It rains. Forever. I wish to be productive and finish all of my stories.

Chapter 3 This is fine. Bass thought, as he paced around his room. This has happened before, nothing to worry about. I’ll just go and work for another day then the next morning I’ll be back, and it’ll all be fine. I’ll be back to my life... My ordinary life... Bass sighed, sitting back down on his bed. Well, I can at least make the best of the situation. Another day with Rafiel and the crew doesn’t sound that bad...With a renewed attitude, Bass changed into his uniform and headed to the dining carriages. He passed tables of serene passengers eating breakfast and opened the door to the kitchens. He was greeted with Esper yelling at him. “WHERE WERE YOU?” Esper yelled, scrambling eggs and chopping fruit at the same time. They didn’t seem phased that Bass was still here. “YOU HAD BREAKFAST DUTY. AND WE’RE ALREADY SHORT STAFFED AS IS.” Bass sighed, picked up an apron, and started cutting an apple. “And a good morning to you too.” he said sarcastically. Esper made an annoyed face and handed him a tray with a few bowls on it. “Take this to table 3F, and DON’T snack on it like last time.” “No promises!” Bass said, and dipped out of the kitchen. Wow. He thought as he passed into another carriage. I’ve been here for a day but it feels so natural, like I’ve been here my entire life. I’ve slipped back into a life that I wasn’t meant to live... I know, logically, that every time I come here, it becomes harder to leave, and that’s bad for when I do leave. But it always feels so... right. Like I was meant to be here. Is that so wrong? He arrived at table 3F, and saw a group of old passengers sitting there and idly chatting. People’s appearance on the Altera Vita expresses, better know a just ‘the train’ were the same as theirs's at their time of death, or transfer. So there were many old people, but a concerning rise of younger people lately as well. “Your breakfast!” Bass said in a cheery voice, setting the tray down. The passengers thanked him and started distributing the bowls around them. As they ate, one of them looked up at Bass. “Which stop is the express stopping at today?” she asked, in a croaky voice. Bass didn’t remember. He should have checked; it was expected for crew members. A stop on the express meant a stop in a location of a possible next life for the people on board. Once the train stopped, the passengers would look around, and see if this life was what they wanted for the future. The ones who wanted the life would stay, and the rest of the people would depart. The people who stayed would then be re-incarnated into the life. Of course, better, more happy lives were more sought after, so the Legion sorted people into different expresses depending on their morality. People with better morals got the possibility of better lives, and the immoral people got worse ones. A simple system in practice, but so many people lived and died, that they needed to turn to their enemies under the Arrangement for help. “Well, what is it?” the woman asked, not unkindly, but with some hints of impatience. “A nice calm life as a cattle farmer in the countryside.” a smooth voice said from behind Bass. “With enough money to retire and live nicely until death. Overall a 7.5/10 life by Legion standards.” Rafiel stepped out in front from behind Bass, tray in hand. “Ah.” the woman said, and went back to eating. Rafiel turned around from the table, and sighed at Bass. “Forgetting procedure again, are we?” “Hey,” Bass protested, walking away, back to the kitchens. “I’ve been here for a day; cut me some slack.” “Tell that to Aster.” Rafiel retorted, following him. “Don’t you have an order to deliver?” Bass asked. “Oh yes, I suppose I do...” Rafiel said absent mindedly. He started wandering out of the carriage. How hasn’t he gotten demoted yet, I don’t know. Bass thought, as the continued back to the kitchens. But he did know; Rafiel had been here longer than he had, and much more consistently. It would feel wrong to move him to another express, no matter how much some wanted to. Well, I’m glad he’s on this one. What were the chances that I found someone who also happened to be the same age as me. We haven’t met in real life; he ‘lives’ far away in a distant place, and even if I went there, I don’t think talking to an unconscious person would be that nice. But maybe one day... Bass made it back to the kitchen, and took a few more orders to their respective tables. I’m already falling into the lull of mundanity... When it breaks... Then... Bass sighed. This wasn’t the time for this.

Chapter 2 After an interesting conversation with Rafiel, Bass wandered back into the main part of the train. Dark wooden walls paired with a dark green carpet and gold accents gave a sense of nature and peace, with subtle signs of luxury. Of course. This train is for the above average people on the standardised morality scale, so of course they won’t get a run of the mill boring normal train. They did just enough in life to be considered ‘good’, but not much more or less. A good balance. As Bass wandered around, he bumped into Vesper, the assistant conductor, and Esper’s twin brother. “Oh. You again.” Vesper said, uninterested. He was always like this after his long time partner had left the train due to medical reasons. According to Rafiel, he had been getting better recently, but he sometimes still felt distant. “You’re not wearing your uniform.” Bass looked down. He was, in fact, not wearing his uniform. “You know what to do.” Vesper started to walk away. “Hey!” Bass protested. “Not even a hello?” Vesper kept walking. Bass sighed, knowing Vesper was right. It’s good that he reminded me, otherwise Oren will never let me live this down... Bass quickly ran back to his room and changed, then headed to the crew room. He was supposed to report there whenever he arrived, but a few hours couldn’t make a difference, right? As he pushed open the transparent door, he saw around a quarter of the crew standing around one of the chairs. In said chair, sat Anikri, proudly displaying some sort of TV looking contraption. “...AND, it even can access channels from OTHER COUNTRIES. Isn’t that amazing?” Anikri said proudly. “Just hurry up and turn it on!” a voice, probably Raine, complained. She was Esper’s best friend, and they were both equally infuriating. Anikri sighed. “Well, I was GOING TO anyways, so here. WATCH my GENIUS in action!” She flipped some sort of switch, and the entire room waited with bated breath as the screen flickered... then died. The room erupted with sounds of complaints and disappointment as Anikri hurriedly shoved the contraption into a bag, her face red. “It worked... in my room...” she muttered, then she ran out of the room. “Anikri, wait!” Aster, the other assistant conductor, called out as they followed her out of the room. Aster, always the caring one. The warm to balance out Vesper’s cold. Always cleaning up after other’s messes. Bass felt sorry for them. It must be hard to be nice all the time... As the commotion cleared, people started to notice Bass. The first one to see him happened to be Beckett, the conductor. He was a kind-hearted man, easily being the oldest and most experienced of all of the crew. “Bass! Good to see you again!” Beckett slapped Bass over the shoulder, as always, and as always, Bass fell forwards onto the floor. He wasn’t exactly the most fit one on the crew. “How’s it going?” Beckett asked, as he helped Bass up. “Alright. I got into a selective high school I wanted. I’ll be attending next year.” “That’s amazing! I wish I had that many opportunities when I was your age. Probably wouldn’t have ended up here then.” He laughed, then turned away. “Sorry for leaving so suddenly; one of the engines is acting up. Remember our agreement! See ya!” “See you...” Bass said, Beckett already walking away. Already, people were surrounding him, taking his place. Many he knew from previous visits, but a few new ones who looked confused. Many asked questions about the real world, about the state of it, about politics, about what TV shows were on. After he answered all of them, Aster came back and sent him on his shift. Talking and attending to the dead for four hours was more exhausting than he remembered, so he went to bed early. Such as shame... I’m given the opportunity to live like this, but only for a flash. The sound of wheels on rails created a rhythmic beat that matched the feeling of the streaky sunset behind a snowcapped mountain out the window. Is it just me, or does the landscape look better here than in real life? Hah, who am I kidding, of course it does. Everything is better here. Does 106 not care about the mental difficulty of living in perfection one moment, then living in reality in another? He claims to be a messenger for pure goodness, yet he makes so many endure this fate. Anyways, why does this even matter? When I wake up, I will be back to living my ordinary life, my terrible, ordinary life. Why. Why. Why. . . . Light, then sound. Bass slowly opened his eyes, expecting a small messy bedroom. The sight of a dark wooden desk with a large window, this time displaying tranquil country grasslands, greeted him, accompanied by the steady clickety-clack of a train.

Yes, this thread must not die…

Chapter 4 The blurry outline of the ceiling of a room, shrouded in shadows. The sound of a light air instrument playing serenely. The feeling of a coarse blanket and new, tight bandages. The taste of dried blood. The smell of forgetting. ‘S’ turned to the side. On the other side of the semitransparent divider, lit by the moonlight on some sort of ledge, a person danced while playing the instrument. Around and around for as long as ‘S’ looked at them. Balls of light were appearing around the person. Too bright... ‘S’ though, burying their head under the blanket. A new sound, footsteps. Approaching. A shadow. Looming. A hand. Touching. Darkness. Nothing. _+_ 3rd Day on ??? Woke up in some sort of room. Not exactly a jail, but not exactly a house. From what I could see, it was suspended somehow in the air. Maybe this is that part of the spire that I saw before. That woman from before... She might’ve brought me here. I couldn’t image why, but it’s a possibility. I’ve gotten new bandages. And what were those balls of light from last night? I can barely remember what they were... They looked like spirits of some variety... Maybe I can make a contract with one of them. I’ll just leave now, and find the spirits. I can’t forget my goal. I can’t lose focus. I can’t suffer the consequences. _+_ ‘S’ wandered the room, looking for a way out. Outside, the Star looked like it had been risen for the past few hours, with the sky being a mute bluish teal. They noticed a weird pyramid shaped object in the middle of the circular room, stretching from the floor to the ceiling. It emitted light and heat, with no apparent power source. It was quite unusual. Have they mastered power to energy conversion? ‘S’ though, observing the object. If they have, they’re wayyy more advanced than I thought... And might be able to help. As ‘S’ was thinking, the Toast Cat appeared again. This time, it was not acting very happy like before as it stared down at ‘S’ with a calculating expression. “Leave.” it said, voice cold. “By the order of Prototype, you are to leave this world.” “Oh wow, I would love to.” ‘S’ said, pacing slowly around the room. “It’s just that you’ve literally made it impossible for me to do so.” The Toast Cat sighed, and looked at ‘S’ again. “Your confinement from this planet will be lifted, but you will have to travel to one of the Chrono Commission’s strongholds, and be kept there for the time being.” “Hmmmm...” ‘S’ said, feigning thought. “Stay, and have a little freedom, or leave, and have none. I thought you lot were meant to be logical. Of course I’m not leaving on those terms. And you, as a mere low-level spirit on your own, you cannot transport me that far away. Your Prototype does not seem to be interested in me at the moment, so don’t delude yourself into thinking that they will give a single damn where a I am. And so what if I mess up a timeline, they will just fix it. Isn’t that all they do? Fix things when they can’t even fix themself?” “YOU TALK LOWLY OF-” the Toast Cat got cut off as a hatch under a carpet opened, and the same woman from the shop a day earlier poked her head out. Her unsettling green eyes stared at ‘S’ for a moment, then she smiled. “Hello, traveller.” ‘S’ jumped back, knocking over some small jars on a nearby bench. The person... was talking to them... as a person... She... saw them... “Sorry for basically kidnapping you yesterday...” the woman said anxiously, walking out from under the floor. “You were kind of bleeding all over the street, and it’s a Light Summoner’s job to care for the wounded around these parts...” Remember your goal, remember your objective. Ask her about the maybe spirits. Don’t get distracted. “About yesterday.” ‘S’ started, trying to speak confidently. “What were those... spirit things that appeared... You appeared to be summoning them...” The woman gasped, and ran up to ‘S’. She looked ‘S’ dead in the eyes and asked, “You saw them? The spirits?” ‘S’ slowly nodded, not expecting this response from her. The woman’s eyes lit up. “People of this world... aren’t meant to see spirits. Only the blessed ones...” Oh stars no.. “And if you’ve seen them...” This is bad, really bad... “You must be another blessed one too! You must’ve been sent by the spirits!” As the woman started rambling excitedly about spirits, and being blessed, ‘S’ sat back down on the bed. This was not meant to end up like this.

I take it that you’ve read WoF before. Who’s your favourite?

Chapter 1 Clickety-clack, clickety-clack, clickety-clack... Piercing and sharp, then throbbing and aching, that was the only way Bass could describe the pain. You’d think, after a few times, it would get easier to transition from one state of being to the other, but Bass felt the sting all the same. Bass sat up, and looked down at his pristine set of pyjamas, and large bed. It never failed to amaze him that he was more well of while being basically dead, than being alive. By the desk next to the window, a platter of fruit was waiting, with a note at the top written in familiar handwriting. Bass slowly walked out of bed, read the note, and smiled. He never changes, does he? Bass took a slice of fruit, and wandered out of his room. Out in the hallway, he saw Esper carrying a stack of sheets. “Back again I see.” they remarked, turning to face him. “Are you actually dead this time or are you still on your free trial?” “If I was dead there would be signs.” Bass said jokingly. “Maybe a bit of sadness, a dash of disappointment.” “True that. Anyways, looking for Rafiel again?” Esper asked. “How could have you POSSIBLY known that?” Bass asked, feigning shock. “It’s not like he’s the first person you see whenever your gracious highness decides to pay us peasants a visit. You should just re-incarnate with him already.” Esper said sarcastically. “He’s in the observatory, as always.” “Thanks.” Bass said, already walking toward the next carriage. “Just remember to visit the rest of us later.” Esper called out from the end of the carriage. “Cain was quite disappointed when you left us last time before you answered all his questions about A Flower to Bloom’s plot after he died.” Bass let out a chuckle. “One day, one day someone will invent TV for the dead.” “It’s probably Anikri. Apparently, she’s close to a breakthrough. According to herself, the last time she came out of her room.” Esper yelled, their voice already fading as Bass walked into the next carriage. The observatory... Bass thought, amused. He had never understood Rafiel’s obsession over the stars. The observatory’s sky reflected the one in life, but looking at nearly the same sky for weeks on end made no sense to him. As he passed through the intricate carriages, he gradually saw more and more people, old and new. Most of them just assumed he was another passenger, and paid him no mind. Some recognised him, smiled and waved. He waved back. Eventually, he made it to the observatory. An ‘Out of Order’ sign was placed at the door, a common tactic among the crew when they just wanted some alone time away from the passengers. Well, it’s now or never... Bass thought. Then he pushed open the door.

“Where do people go when they die?” . . . Prologue - 9 years ago Clickety-clack, clickety-clack, clickety-clack... Loud. All too loud. Why...is it so loud? All these sounds, all around me... Where is Treble, where is everyone... Light, then dark. Then light again. The blurry outline of trees out of a hazy window. My head... it hurts... why does it hurt? How can I stop the pain? A flash of a person, a tight embrace. “It’s alright... it will be alright...” the person said. And I believed them. I always believed them. Even till the very end.

Like I think they’re cool but I don’t spend hours and hours of my time consuming dragon related media and don’t have dragon posters and items in my room or house. I just think they’re a cool fictional species and that’s about it. Edit: I’ve read WoF. At least 30 times. That’s normal, right?

Chapter 3 2nd day on ??? Woke up at around Starhigh with a bleeding and broken leg and a few shattered ribs. I was not as fortunate as I was last time, and didn’t land in the ocean liquid again. My body doesn’t hurt, per se, the Pure-blood Ink is holding up, but damn, it was hard to stand up and walk around. It seems that I am closer to the spire now, so I will be heading over, for the possibility of civilisation and more supplies. I’ve bound up my leg and foot and ribs as best I can with my limited supplies, but they will need more to heal with the current circumstances. Maybe, if there is civilisation there, they have access to Pure-blood Ink. But from what I can see from here, it is unlikely that they even have advanced to the ability of making glass. That thing is gone, probably reporting to its creator. I’m running low on A grade Blood Ink, which isn’t as important since I’m apparently stuck on this planet, but it has its uses outside travel. I must find a way to destroy my soul. It is the only way. If they know where I am, it is only a matter of time until they find ‘7’, and I can’t let that happen. _+_ ‘S’ was walking. They had been walking for the past few hours, heat from the Star beating down on them as it slinked slowly across the sky. Every step, every breath ached in ‘S’s soul. And I thought that these wounds would kill me. ‘S’ thought. The mental takeway from this experience might just take me halfway there. My mental state must range in the negatives by now... But at least I’m closer now. The distant spire, once a distant silhouette, became visible. It wasn’t actually fully a spire, ‘S’ noted; it had a semi-transparent section that was wider than the rest of the spire about three quarters up. It stood alone, on a small cliff that overlooked the ocean. I wonder... if this is another one of those villages. ‘S’ had seen many of these types of places on their wandering of the universe. Signs of civilisation with the reality of nothing. Recently, (well, as recently as a universe wanderer who has been wandering for centuries can be) they had been seeing more and more empty worlds, bare of life. Sometimes, there would be a house, a temple, a village, just completely abandoned and devoid of life, with not a single clue of what happened to the things living there. It’s almost like the universe is disappearing before my eyes... “Soul!” a familiar voice called out. Oh. So it’s back again. ‘S’ sighed. They did not have time to deal with it, especially as they neared the spire. “I have returned.” The Toast Cat materialised in front of ‘S’ “Oh.” ‘S’ said, turning away from it. They had learned from experience, that the best way to deal with something annoying was to ignore it. “Soul, you shall not ignore me!” it protested, flying in font of ‘S’s face. They waved it away, only mildly surprised as their hand passed through its translucent body. ‘S’ sped up their pace, walking through the Toast Cat’s body, and ignoring its yells of indignance. Up ahead, the air shifted. ‘S’ stopped, and looked up, towards the cliffs that bordered the beach. As they slowly started walking again, the air around the cliffs shifted to reveal a house, then a shop, then a street, then finally a whole town, enshrined in the cliffs. A light diffraction enchantment. How interesting. ‘S’ thought, picking up their pace. Maybe they have a Luxmancer residing in the town. Not that one could benefit me, but it could show underlying Power reserves nearby. As ‘S’ neared the town, they spotted a wide set of intricate stone stairs that lead into the town. As ‘S’ climbed them, they realised that the town was built in multiple layers, with shops and market stalls on the lower layers, and residential and public spaces build higher up. They chose a layer about halfway up, and started walking through it. ‘S’ found the town unusually quiet. They could only see a few people out on the cobblestone streets, and the ones they did see all hurried away and avoided their gaze. It’s quite odd. ‘S’ thought to themself, as the saw another person quickly turn and walk away from them, ducking behind a flower planter. It’s only Startset yet not that many people are about. Is it perhaps a traditional or religious thing, or are the people of this town just wary to strangers? The Toast Cat had left them, presumably to sulk. It didn’t matter either way, a bound Toast Cat would take fractions of one’s soul and power regardless of their location. As ‘S’ rounded a corner onto another street, they spotted a young woman walking out of a nearby shop. “Yes, yes, and thank you for the extra loaf, it really wasn’t necessary.” the young woman said, slightly dipping her head, as some sort of sign of respect. An older man, presumably the owner of the shop, was standing in the doorway, and returned the gesture. “It was the least I could do,” he said, “for the Light Summoner. Thank you for keeping our town safe.” He dipped his head again, this time a little lower, and bid the woman farewell. ‘S’ stopped in their tracks. The pieces were already forming in their mind. Stars this is bad... That woman... Fancy title, only one out and about at this time... She’s probably one of the main Perspective carriers in this timeline... I can’t interfere with her, the Chrono Commission hates me enough already. I’ve already been talking to one of their most wanted criminals; if I ruin one of their timelines... well, the punishment may as well be eternal damnation for my soul... As ‘S’ was thing, the woman had turned to face ‘S’, staring dead straight into their eyes. Caught off guard, ‘S’ jumped back, an instant reflex from their years of dealing with strangers. ‘S’ instantly started assessing the situation. They were right near the edge of the level, within jumping distance. The woman was about 6 paces in front of ‘S’, holding a paper bag with ‘S’ assumed with food or supplies. They could jump down to the other level, but it might not be worth the extra wounds it might cause. The woman started walking towards ‘S’. “Are you alright?” she asked, looking concerned. “You’re bleeding. A lot.” ‘S’ looked down at their chest, and saw that the bandages they had put on earlier had mostly slipped or fallen off, revealing the blood, swelling and odd rib bone poking out. Oh. ‘S’ thought faintly. They’re making those Pure-blood Inks quite strong these days. Then they fainted.

Yeah I like them a normal amount.

Dragons, as in the fictional species or a specific piece of media? (You capitalised the D so I wasn’t really sure)

Nope, this is completely self made. And I haven’t read any Cosmere book besides YatNP, which doesn’t focus on its magic system that much, so I couldn’t have, unless I accidentally saw too many spoilers.