Day 8 - The Day That Almost Wasn't

So I'm on my trip home now and realised, "I didn't write this morning! There's still a post to make!"

I nearly forgot! Completely! I downloaded this food and exercise diary app for my phone this morning, and my entire trip to work was consumed by it. Then I thought of writing during my breaks today, but got consumed with consuming food. So this almost became the post that wasn't. Which equally means the day nearly wasn't.

My day has been tiresome, but I thought I'd change things up yet again. Storytime!

Eor'atc glanced down at the empty page. It was only one hour from midnight, and she has still not written a thing. She blinked her eyes sleepily, stretched, scratched her head, and pondered. It was unnatural for her to not be able to write anything. But her characters were lost to her. Her setting, usually bright and cheery, was dark and depressing. She could only guess it was because she had seemed to be blocked, but in her life, she could not remember once having this problem.

Something was wrong.

She felt like she was being watched.

Eor'atc jerked her head from side to side, trying to pinpoint the source, but she saw nothing. The feeling swelled in her, and panic filled her heart.

Pushing herself away from her desk, she got up and walked to all four corners of her room. When she found nothing, she decided to leave the room and walk among the hall. The colour of the doors in the corridor were all different. Hers was yellow, but there was a red, green, blue, and other shades as brilliant and meaningful.

Opening the red door, she could see her sister sitting at her desk, scratching her head. 

Eor'atc softly spoke, "Erso, can you write?"

Jumping around, Erso's contenance was shrouded in defeat. Tears rolled upon her cheeks, and she shook her head.

Eor'atc had never known her sister to cry. She was prickly being most of the time.

Something was definitely wrong.

WIth a cry, she stepped back into the hall and shouted. At the sound of her vibrato, the doors all slammed open. Then without waiting for the others to join her, she sprinted down the corridor. The rainbow-coloured door would hold all the answers. 

She pushed on the door and felt it attempt to give way, but it sent a jolt through her. 

"Come, sisters! Something is inside!"

Behind her hundreds of her sisters were gathered with her. Eor'atc at the front, they brought their arms up and then forward as if pushing something in front of them.

A guttoral sound echoed through the corridor. They had injured whatever oppressor was within.

Eor'atc pushed the door open. Inside lay their father, Eitm. Hovering above him was a shrouded figure. 

"Your rule is over!" it spat.

"You're wrong!" Eor'atc hissed. "I create you all! I can just uncreate you. Father Eitm may control your time in the world, but I can remove you from records, erase your past present and future."

"You can't do anything with him. There is no creation without time," the beast yelled back as he brought his arms up, revealing a sword.

Just as he thrusted down, Eor'atc sighed, "So be it."

Sisters backing her up, they cried out together, "Bye!"

A hole appeared behind him and sucked him in. As he cried out, his figure vanished inside; then, the hole snapped shut with a pop.

"We must hurry!" she cried out, turning to her sisters.

They hurried to the rooms, sat down at their desks, and wrote their stories. As the clock struck midnight, Eor'atc breathed a sigh of relief. "Let us remember this day... It was the day that almost wasn't!"

Then the creator of this world closed her eyes and slept.