Doran’s sword was a heavy one; forged from the molten core of his homeworld, Ikoh, it was said to be able to cleave through any foe. The rumors were true for several millennia. Doran and his enormous blade were feared the Omniverse over. None dared face him in single combat; at least not until I showed up.
He’s dead now, Dorian is, and his legendary blade has been shattered. I know what you’re thinking. Who do I think I am, and how did I get so bold? Let me tell you something. There’s always a bigger fish, always someone that eventually comes along with a bigger sword or more magical might.
I’m no exception. Someday someone will hunt me down and try to kill me just for the glory of it. They may succeed at it too. That’s not the point though. You can’t live your life worrying about that eventual bigger fish; but look at me, I’ve gotten completely sidetracked.
Why did I kill Doran? How did I do it? To learn the answers to those questions we’ll need to talk about the essence of power and what it costs. Power, in truth, is really the only law of nature. We try and delude ourselves by coming up with fancy names like “Civilization” and “Society,” but it’s really all about power.
So how does one get power? There are a number of ways to go about it, but really the only way to get a reasonable amount of power is to either take it from someone else, or to buy it. No power comes for free. Doran got his power though beating others and absorbing their strength. He had it easy if you ask me. Not all of us can leech it like that. When a powerful being dies, normally all that power is vented back into the Omniverse. It tends to collect at specific points. These points are the natural dips and bowls in the topology of the Omniverse. Ever wonder what made those dips?
Yep, there are really really powerful things out there; beings too powerful to even be contained within a single Universe. Power comes to them naturally, like rain running into a gutter. The thing is, to them it’s just that, runoff. Power on their scale is an entirely different game.
That’s where I come in. You see, if you know the right people, you can buy that “runoff” power. The price is aggravatingly high though. Those beings aren’t stupid. They know how much it’s worth to us, even if it’s just pittance to them. They have odd prices too, things that you wouldn’t expect to be bargaining with; things that you don’t know the value of until you’ve already sold them.
In the end though, the price is worth it. Maybe not to everyone, but to me, seeing the look in that pompous bastard’s eyes just as he realized he was nothing, was worth every memory stolen from me. That tyrant destroyed my family, killed my wife… my children…
If only I could remember their faces…