Superhero Proving Grounds

One day, Aspen had starting recruiting superheroines to join in the righteous fight against the terrible villains plaguing Venus or wherever we were. It seemed like my true calling. I happily accepted! But she was wary of my application, my lack of superpowers, abilities, but I was virtuous, as any Princess is. After an extremely thorough, rigorous, vetting process that required me to click, “join” I made the leap. And quickly found myself out of my own element. So many strong people, beings, buckets. And I was just a normal Princess with nothing more than normal Princessy power. But it didn’t seem enough. I needed more. I craved more. I wanted to be as strong as I knew I was! And to take down the villains…or lead them…that would be decided later. All I knew was that I needed to evolve, grow, become more than a BrattyShake producing machine. Heroes and villains alike should FEAR the Bratty Princess as much as they love her. After all, it is better to be feared than loved, but never good to be hated, and best to be both feared and loved. And here I am digressing. That will happen when you’re lost, trapped, floating in an endless void of darkness, no up, no down, no left, no right. Just nothing. Do I exist? It is hard to tell. How did I get here? Well that part is easy. After my perfect application to the league, I decided of my own free will to undertake my own first mission: to acquire superpowers. My previous encounters in Venus, and special kitchen access was the perfect lead. There was a tear in the space/time there. And I had to make use of it. Biding my time, waiting, patiently, in the kitchen, until finally, Nick emerged through a somehow both dark and glowing tear that echoed through the room. No longer biding, I turned, and leaped. Diving head first into the void, not knowing what I would I find, or encounter, but the call was unrelenting, and I took the leap. So that brings me here, to present day. I use the term “day”, loosely. Time doesn’t exist at present. I’ve been floating aimlessly in the darkness for what feels like an eternity, but for all I know, could merely be a simple few seconds of Venus time. It’s hot, it’s cold. I can breathe, I can’t breathe. Descartes running through my mind to keep me sane, I think, I think, I think, I think, I am. I have to exist. Right? How else would I be able to keep this memoir? But suspension of disbelief aside, I float along. Through the darkness, through the void. Towards the calling. The calling. The calling. The endless calling. It calls. And I drift. Have I made a mistake? Jumping through the tear, into this endless vacuum of darkness and despair, lonely despair, left to drift in search of what may end up being inevitably nothing? Only what remains of “time” will tell. As I drift, I find myself starting to drift off, my eyes closing, struggling to stay awake, or at least I think. In the endless vantablack void, I cannot actually tell if my eyes are opened or closed. But I feel energy. Unfathomable energy. Despite my weariness, the energy consumes me, through the darkness, through the void, into the unknown. It keeps me going, and I sod along. Along and along. And for those of you who have made it this far through my stream of consciousness, I congratulate you. And simultaneously, must disappoint you, as this journey, at this place and time, does not have an end. But something within me is changing in the darkness. There is a pinpoint of light that I seem to be guided towards. Hope. Maybe. It is far off, and all I can do now is drift. Having dove into the void, I must suffer my own fate and the consequences. Being or not, that is the question. I drift on….where I am...how I got here...well I know how I got here...but know not where I am....and so I drift...towards the pinpoint of light, of hope in the weightless sea of darkness. I drift.

Published: 2023-09-18, viewed 73 times.