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Duality
By Brian

 


Duality

Season 1 Episode 1

Alea Iacta Est

Brian LaGuardia

Prologue

Benjamin Sisko opened his eyes. A task that should not have been difficult, save for the environment he was opening them to. It was white - pure, bright, searing white all around, as far as the eye, strained as it was, could see. It was a void; though void would usually conjure a picture of a vast darkness. This was a white space filled with nothingness. Though, bright as it was, it seemed hazy, blurred, like he was viewing the world with his eyes slightly crossed.

Ben blinked, as though that would clear up the image he was processing. Instead, he began to notice a powerful thumping sound, like the steady and slow beat of a heart - his heart. It was amplified and distorted, coursing through his mind and body, even penetrating the white void in all directions. It filled the infinite space in an instant.

He knew where he was, for he had been here before - at least, he thought, I think I have. But that's impossible, isn't it?

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of him. It was a woman, but an alien one. She was humanoid, and could have passed for human, save for the small slits across her nose. She had a certain grace and elegance to her; more spiritual than physical. Her attire was also somewhat alien: purple and orange robes, a cylindrical, tall hat, and an earring on her left ear, which had a chain that began at the upper area of her outer ear, then dropped down and connected with her earlobe.

There was no question now. Ben knew where he was. It just didn't seem possible. Trying to understand, he instead opened his mouth to speak; though it seemed that it would not emit sound due to the remarkable ambiance of the environment.

“Are you a prophet?”

A moment of silence ensued, as though she was waiting for the sound of his voice to completely dissipate through the bright, infinite void.

“You are the Sisko,” she said, as though that should answer his question.

“But,” he persisted, realizing he could, in fact, move in this dream - like state, “how can you reach me?”

“You are the Sisko.”

Ben sighed. This wasn't getting him anywhere. So, he asked another question, one that he would be equally satisfied to have an answer to: “why have you spoken to me?”

The woman began to circle him slowly. “You are the Sisko. You have been chosen.”

“For what?” he asked, getting tired of the whole mystery routine.

“You,” she replied, “have been chosen to lead those people into the light, into a new era.”

Once again, Ben sighed. That could mean any number of things. Such ambiguous descriptions of something might as well be not said at all in his view - just get right down to it.

Her eyes narrowed. “But with this light also comes darkness, more terrible than you could imagine. A trial is coming. You must stand firm, and not be swayed by any evil or despair, or all will be lost.”

Ben froze at these words. As he tried to make out what it was she was trying to say, she turned and began to walk away, into the bright, white oblivion.

“Wait-“ he said, reaching out after her. But as he did so, the world around him began to change. It became even more unclear, fading into complete white. The last word he spoke echoed in his mind like it was shouted into a mine. He began to lose all comprehension, and faded into darkness.

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