Date: 2/14/2019
By Fitful
I was one of four children who traveled to another place, another plane of existence, an Astral world and built and founded a city and society there. A lot happened. Time would pass, hundreds of years even between the time we logged on and came on to this world and when were away. It was part game but very seriously a part of our reality, as if the game was merely a conduit to speak to another time and place, to be its gods. A lot of people interfered, tried to take over the city, control us one by one. Adults were often coming to us to brianwash us and take power, use us. We were at times pitted against each other. There was a huge train platform above the street, a city made from lava and blossomed into a thriving city a hundred years old when next we logged on. And a war being raged over a vast plain. Once I came on and was stopped just inside a store and interrogated as to which type of geek I was. Three girls thought I was done of these new geeks and I supported Star Trek Discovery because of something misrepresented in the news. I had to reiterate I was an old geek from Star Trek incarnation and many other fandoms besides, that I was a real geek. I think they might have done me a violence of I hadn't. One of the girls in the group , the originals group of four, the other girl had two moms, and one was a dragon. The two boys had been so close but suddenly found themselves enemies. I was with parents and we took a flying pizza to the other world, because the screens everywhere kept showing the election. It wanted me back, the other world did. There, the boy targeted the other boy declaring he would kill him. He was extremely upset and emotional as teens are and the girls mother the dragon stepped in and seemed prepared to kill him, even though her face was horrified by the idea of killing a child. She prepared to turn into a dragon and blow him up with dragon fire. I got in the way. He was my father, apparent age and gender here weren't fixed, especially when going between worlds. I stood between them to protect my father. I hadn't been considered the most powerful of the four children, in fact I often thought I was a pity inclusion, seeming to be fat and inept compared to them, not as close their friend, chosen last to join the group. But this time I reached deep down and I realized my power. I wasn't just a match for a full blown adult dragon I was her better. She was nothing compare to me. I was a demon. My body began to change, skin grow black as coal and metallic scales, horns and I grew a thousand feet tall, even the very world I stood on seemed a part of me, as if the edges of me were shadows and smoke and blended in with the world. But before I took this form I grew a tree, with roots like tentacles and it was brown and green and made of creation and that was mine, was me as well, and seemed to be my feet, or one of my feet. I realized I controlled the world. I'd made it, founded these cities and societies and if anyone had a day in its running it would be me, not these silly adults grabbing for power. I hadn't wanted power but now I was it. I felt power inside, as my internal fire. I was a demon, the most powerful entity physically there, a founder of this world. A creator. And a red Dragon was no match for me. It was now toy size and could fit in the palm of my hand, easily plucked and held gently from mid air.