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Avery Grey extended his right arm with some difficulty. It was the only limb he had almost full control of. Both his left arm and leg had been broken and twisted, and his right leg, while almost in perfect condition, was under the pressure of the five stone pillar.

It would have been very easy if it fell over his head or if it broke his spine, instead of letting him live and feel as his strength drained away little by little.

His hand grabbed the grass in a desperate attempt to pull himself out of the pillar, but as Avery pulled from it and scratched the floor, he got to confirm what he already knew: the pillar was too heavy for him to escape. Also, he opened the wound in the left lung that Dace had made.

“You knew this would eventually happen, Avery”. He could almost hear Space tell him as the blood left his body. “You cannot play God and pretend there won’t be any consequences”.

Avery took a breath as deep as his only working lung allowed him. A big part of his small intestine system had been crushed, so his body was working only on air and the few remaining nutrients he had. He had a couple of hours left to live, if he administered them well enough, and absolutely no way to escape his eventual death.

The earth started to shatter again. Just as suspected, the world, that world, was breaking up, and it wanted to swallow him with it. The column that crushed his back moved a little, and now made a great deal of pressure on his left limbs. If he didn’t have full control of his emotions, it would have hurt a lot. If he could control his ability fully, he would be able to destroy that tissue and live without an arm and a leg, regenerate it later cell by cell. It reminded him all the flaws even he had.

-Hello again, Avery Grey. –The deep voice of Time sounded behind him, with no other discernible sounds to accompany. –I was coming here for you; it looks like I am late.

-How much do you care about it? –The doctor answered with some difficulty. –I understood that you and Space didn’t approve the fact that I decided to create. To be the only one with the power to make life. That is why I am here in the first place. Now you won.

The floating robe placed itself in front of Avery and continued to speak.

-You never had the power to create life, Avery Grey. –It said. –In the middle of your despair when you failed to save a man, you thought you could make up for it by making up one in your mind and inventing memories for him. Perhaps your perfect knowledge of your own biology made you make a more elaborate body, but in the end, you are nothing but a child wishing he could actually play with the imaginary friend he just created. You are more emotional than even you yourself thought, right?

The doctor talked in a low voice to save his own energy.

-In that case why do you care about me?

-You were, indeed, supposed to be Life, Avery. It is true that you didn’t have that power. You were not ready for it, and that is why I had to stop you. Power over Life is something no human is ready to have. Not yet, at least. I wanted to keep you safe from yourself. –The robe extended its sleeve towards the marble pillar. –This will take a while. My powers are weak in Turiel’s realm.

The pillar slowly began to rise, moving to its original position. Meanwhile, Avery crawled with his working hand towards the red bag. There he had enough medical equipment and vitamin supplements to heal himself now that he wasn’t trapped.

-Don’t bother yourself. –Time said. -I am going to take your body back to a state where you didn’t have those wounds.

Avery stopped crawling and looked back at Time, who had already finished putting the pillar in its original place.

-How far in the past? Before I entered here?

-No. –Time responded in his typical monotone. –To the time before you started creating Charles, and probably farther beyond, I will feel creative in the process. I would like to have your blessing about this, but I guess you will not give it to me.

In the middle of the chaotic, bloody room, Avery lied, powerless below the godlike being that talked to him. How could he deny it? And at the same time, it was his goal all along: To bring his mental creation to life, or in the progress to destroy it.

-Fine. You have my blessing. Make sure to do it right.

In a bloody room full of destruction, a doctor lost a part of his life.

Time glared, with eyes that did not exist, at Avery as he slept deeply, oblivious of anything that had happened during the last seven years. Just as he got the chance to witness, that was a rare event. Twenty times in seven years and four months, exactly. It had forced him to take away more months from him. It had been necessary. The whole thing had been necessary. He was not yet ready.

-I could notice, Alva… –Time said. –That you have said nothing yet. It is fine. I know you are there. I will last some time to leave this place, but I want you to have this in mind anyways. You and I are the only ones that know about this. I care especially about this particular mortal and don’t want him to think ill of me, so I strongly warn you that you shouldn’t tell him what I did here.

While watching the scene, Alva smiled for herself, while she playfully twiddled a strand of her white hair. What an interesting and fun couple of characters, indeed, The White Rabbit that, with a lot of hurry, got to come just in time, and the generic card of the deck that really wished to become the King of Hearts. Stories like that never were important enough to appear in the book, as Alice never got to know all of Wonderland, but on the other hand, the Cheshire Cat knew lots of tales that nobody else did.

Description
Avery Grey extended his right arm with some difficulty. It was the only limb he had almost full control of. Both his left arm and leg had been broken and twisted, and his right leg, while almost in perfect condition, was under the pressure of the five stone pillar.

It would have been very easy if it fell over his head or if it broke his spine, instead of letting him live and feel as his strength drained away little by little.

His hand grabbed the grass in a desperate attempt to pull himself out of the pillar, but as Avery pulled from it and scratched the floor, he got to confirm what he already knew: the pillar was too heavy for him to escape. Also, he opened the wound in the left lung that Dace had made.

“You knew this would eventually happen, Avery”. He could almost hear Space tell him as the blood left his body. “You cannot play God and pretend there won’t be any consequences”.

Avery took a breath as deep as his only working lung allowed him. A big part of his small intestine system had been crushed, so his body was working only on air and the few remaining nutrients he had. He had a couple of hours left to live, if he administered them well enough, and absolutely no way to escape his eventual death.

The earth started to shatter again. Just as suspected, the world, that world, was breaking up, and it wanted to swallow him with it. The column that crushed his back moved a little, and now made a great deal of pressure on his left limbs. If he didn’t have full control of his emotions, it would have hurt a lot. If he could control his ability fully, he would be able to destroy that tissue and live without an arm and a leg, regenerate it later cell by cell. It reminded him all the flaws even he had.

-Hello again, Avery Grey. –The deep voice of Time sounded behind him, with no other discernible sounds to accompany. –I was coming here for you; it looks like I am late.

-How much do you care about it? –The doctor answered with some difficulty. –I understood that you and Space didn’t approve the fact that I decided to create. To be the only one with the power to make life. That is why I am here in the first place. Now you won.

The floating robe placed itself in front of Avery and continued to speak.

-You never had the power to create life, Avery Grey. –It said. –In the middle of your despair when you failed to save a man, you thought you could make up for it by making up one in your mind and inventing memories for him. Perhaps your perfect knowledge of your own biology made you make a more elaborate body, but in the end, you are nothing but a child wishing he could actually play with the imaginary friend he just created. You are more emotional than even you yourself thought, right?

The doctor talked in a low voice to save his own energy.

-In that case why do you care about me?

-You were, indeed, supposed to be Life, Avery. It is true that you didn’t have that power. You were not ready for it, and that is why I had to stop you. Power over Life is something no human is ready to have. Not yet, at least. I wanted to keep you safe from yourself. –The robe extended its sleeve towards the marble pillar. –This will take a while. My powers are weak in Turiel’s realm.

The pillar slowly began to rise, moving to its original position. Meanwhile, Avery crawled with his working hand towards the red bag. There he had enough medical equipment and vitamin supplements to heal himself now that he wasn’t trapped.

-Don’t bother yourself. –Time said. -I am going to take your body back to a state where you didn’t have those wounds.

Avery stopped crawling and looked back at Time, who had already finished putting the pillar in its original place.

-How far in the past? Before I entered here?

-No. –Time responded in his typical monotone. –To the time before you started creating Charles, and probably farther beyond, I will feel creative in the process. I would like to have your blessing about this, but I guess you will not give it to me.

In the middle of the chaotic, bloody room, Avery lied, powerless below the godlike being that talked to him. How could he deny it? And at the same time, it was his goal all along: To bring his mental creation to life, or in the progress to destroy it.

-Fine. You have my blessing. Make sure to do it right.

In a bloody room full of destruction, a doctor lost a part of his life.

Time glared, with eyes that did not exist, at Avery as he slept deeply, oblivious of anything that had happened during the last seven years. Just as he got the chance to witness, that was a rare event. Twenty times in seven years and four months, exactly. It had forced him to take away more months from him. It had been necessary. The whole thing had been necessary. He was not yet ready.

-I could notice, Alva… –Time said. –That you have said nothing yet. It is fine. I know you are there. I will last some time to leave this place, but I want you to have this in mind anyways. You and I are the only ones that know about this. I care especially about this particular mortal and don’t want him to think ill of me, so I strongly warn you that you shouldn’t tell him what I did here.

While watching the scene, Alva smiled for herself, while she playfully twiddled a strand of her white hair. What an interesting and fun couple of characters, indeed, The White Rabbit that, with a lot of hurry, got to come just in time, and the generic card of the deck that really wished to become the King of Hearts. Stories like that never were important enough to appear in the book, as Alice never got to know all of Wonderland, but on the other hand, the Cheshire Cat knew lots of tales that nobody else did.