This piece is by Nicolas Knight.
Dembe was the most curious of people, and so were his friends; he was an adventurer who traveled the omniverse searching for knowledge and people. Dembe was not something special but knew of amazing things and gathered extraordinary friends in his experiences. One of the things he knew of was a collection of places where the site called nowhere was the opposite of all of this. Dembe had attempted to confront them, but as there were opposite, everything was strange, and they decided to wage war against him and his friends. This is how Dembe became allies with the place of somewhere, and this is what they hated the most – because of this, Dembe and his friends were sworn enemies and could never mend ties with these beings again or the place of nowhere.
There was a war going on, and this war touched everything that could ever exist – inside the other universes, there was a universe of nowhere with nowhere entities that looked to keep the star seed Dembe ignorant along with the rest of his friends. Dembe’s friends were the universe, stars, people of small universes, and people of somewhere. The universe remained not trifled with, but the nowhere people wanted the stars to feel beyond Dembe so they would no longer befriend him, the matter that existed inside all of us (small universes) to hate him and seek his destruction and the people of somewhere never to live, so for eight months, nowhere tested Dembe. He heard booms and loud noises in the distance; Dembe arrived at a sign that said nowhere on it and stopped dead in his tracks; he had been taken to nowhere and was being sucked into the abyss. He saw three beings alongside the sign, all of which he made sure to ask if they knew him and what was happening to Earth 1. To his surprise, none of them knew of this Earth, and all of them promised nothing but wrath upon Dembe for just being him. He had feelings of being lost rush over him and stop signs flash through his mind almost as warnings, and then they took him to the edge of consciousness.
There was a nowhere engine sitting there swirling round and round, opening its gate to oblivion. The beings turned the nowhere engine on and stripped Dembe of all his powers and the universe, stars, people of small universes, and people of somewhere and bound his mind and spirit so that it may never hold such great glories ever again. They then brought in a revitalization ray mechanism and threw him into the nowhere engine multiple times until He was sobbing and wanting to end himself from the pain. The revitalization ray mechanism revitalized him after fatal wounds. However, even then, someone still came up to them and asked what they were doing and why somebody tormented the hero Dembe. Some on his side came and fought them, but none prevailed. Eight months past and Dembe cried out, “NO! You will not win!” So, the beings engineered a prison with their resources to hold him for an actual test against his will, time. The beings placed him inside a bubble of time that forever advanced fast on the inside and testing his endurance and patience but forever sitting the same outside.
Dembe knew that the odds were against him and that if he ever were to escape, he would have then aged inside his mind more than the outside world and universes. He thought about not escaping and the factor of not having their permission to die there. He would be forever trapped inside this bubble underneath the most massive weight in the middle of nowhere with no one to save him. Either option, he would have to live forever trapped inside his mind from the time he was sitting there and the fact that the beings did not permit him to die. From the darkness and shackles of his prison, Dembe cried, battered and bruised, anger shaking in his hands. He would remember the times he adventured out into the universe and thought of the stars and their glories. He then heard the voice of the universe thunder to nowhere and cried out, where is our hero? “You’ve had your eight months!” She said. Dembe looked at the weight and tried to push it off, but it was too heavy. His spirit would not die. He thought about how impossible it was to move and said that he must be impossible to be here. He shed a tear and told through not the powers of his cosmos but the power of his soul and spirit he would push this weight off himself with one sole movement of faith!
Faith inside his friends and faith inside his power to push through this, “one day, I will move this.” He was starting to feel the physical weight by the mental drain now and growing tired, and the more tired he got, the more he felt like drifting away, eons could’ve been passing, and he wouldn’t have known it. He pushed again and screamed out to the universe, “Is this what you want?” He said, and it budged. “I promise you’re not getting away with this. None of you are, and I am going to send you all straight back to hell!” He pushed and pushed and pushed as the fabric of his mind met the bubble trying to distort his endurance and strength. “I’ll show you what this bound will can do!”
Said Dembe. Dembe was making the time bubbles endurance stressed and tested until suddenly, he could not do anymore, and he got the weight moving but fell back down. “That was… Amazing.” Said Dembe. Soon it will move, he thought to himself as the place inside of the bubble felt cold and unforgiving; he grieved as he still carried the scars from the torture before this. Dembe had hope, and something inside him wanted to live even if the beings impaired him and he lived forever trapped inside his mind. He did not want to do anything but get out and see the universe and fight the war again until finally, something appeared, a magical peacock. The peacock said to him he would give him everything he could dream of and his friends back if Dembe could push the weight as he was a hater of nowhere. The peacock was a representation of his spirit brought to life. “Teach me how to destroy them from here.” Said Dembe. “Become less ignorant yourself, and *know* your powers which is the universe and can conquer any war.” With the snap of his fingers, Dembe destroyed them, and he removed the weight. The peacock then flew off, and Dembe was free.
Something about the peacock was more than splendid, “peacocks are beautiful,” Dembe said. Only when peacocks open themselves up to the world do they display their beauty, and when they close themselves off, they are not as beautiful. They appear fragile yet are strong. When they open themselves up to show their beauty to the world, everyone wants a part of them; their beauty is magnificent and splendorous. Dembe’s pride was gleaming. He knew this was his spirit that had moved the weight and not any magical being. Dembe appeared fragile but was strong, and the way he opened himself up as the peacock said was to know ** his powers. At the end of it all, he decided to create an infinite empire with his capabilities and knowledge from experiences and more. Dembe had become master of his fate, and this is what the peacock knew; he had all the cosmos under control, and so he became a super-force. Something that could be the most potent things inside imagination throughout the omniverse and universe though he never stopped learning.