Prologue: Death Presents Itself
Breath In
Pain.
Breath In
Pain.
This was what poor Freddie Mercury had to go through as he labored his breaths on the evening hours of November 24, 1991. His poor vision didn’t help anything, the only thing he could feel was Jim Hutton’s hand on his own hand.
“Freddie, do you need anything?” He asked, he knew the end was near and there was nothing about it he can do about it.
“Pee Pee.” Freddie barley gasped out due to his lungs giving out.
“Okay.” Jim sighed as he lifted Freddie for the who-knows time to the rest room.
Jim then undressed Freddie partly, helped him with his business, then dressed him again in the same simple night dress he wore for the last week before putting him back onto his death bed.
“Be strong Freddie, be strong.” Jim sniffed as he went to the mail to pick up another bag of fan letters that will be returned to the trash or recycling. Jim could also see fans starting to form around the outer walls of the mansion but didn’t do anything about it. There was nothing he can do since yesterday.
“Well Freddie, it is almost time to join Elvis.” But there wasn’t a response, Freddie became unconscious, again. “Maybe now.” He sighed but Freddie came back to being awake, again.
“Doctor, how is he doing?” Jim asked worriedly towards the doctor.
“Not well, I think he is on his death plunge right now.” He said looking at the poor man’s chest.
“Okay Freddie, you can have peace now.” Jim breathed in harshly as Freddie’s breaths became shallower, and shallower, and shallower, before no more.
“He’s dead.” The doctor said as he checked Freddie’s pulse, there wasn’t a pulse.
“Okay, *sniff* I’ll alert the others.” Jim said as he slowly walked out of the room and to the living room. The doctor watched him go out of the room before smiling to himself and looked down at the peaceful face of Freddie’s body.
“And you boy, we still have work to do.” Before he waved his hand over the body, which did nothing visible, then put on his prior face when the Jim and his companions walked through do.
‘If only I can tell them that Freddie will do.’ The doctor internally sighed.
POV 3rd Person Freddie Mercury
‘Can anybody help me?’ Freddie sung in his head as the day progress on. Suddenly, Freddie got the urge to use the restroom and as soon as he realized that, he was back in his bed relieved.
As his thoughts wondered around what his live has gone by, the live performances, his band mates, his already hazy vision became hazier and his mind slowed down to a snail pace before his world went black.
‘This is it,” Freddie thought. ‘peace for eternity.’
“Not quite, you still have a mission to do.” A soothing female voice called out to Freddie in the menacing blackness.
“Wha-wha-what?!” Freddie called out but no sounds came out, either he can’t talk still, or he didn’t have a body.
“Yes, it may seem surprising spirit, but it is the truth.” The voice called out again before Freddie sensed that she was, smiling?
“Sleep tight, we have work to do.” And then Freddie went out for real.
“Urrrrgh… my head…” Freddie moaned as he woke up, shrugging the pain off, he insentiently stood up in his bed before planting his feet to the floor, only for his to realize he was sitting on the floor now.
“What, what?” Freddie asked himself as he was that he was on a white plain that extended on forever with sky that had the same color as Earth’s sky and brightness plus the depth it has and yet, there was no sun.
“Is this heaven?” Freddie asked himself as he looked down to see himself in his birthday suite.
‘Crap, I’m naked, I wish I had cloths on.” Freddie closed his eyes and sighed but when he opened them, he saw he was wearing a white sleeveless shirt with blue jeans.
‘What?’ He asked as he blinked again and this time, he was in a black tuxedo on. Freddie blinked in hopes it will stay and it did.
Freddie blinked again to reveal a hot pink sweatshirt, then a grey jacket with camo shorts, then finally, his favorite Star Wars character, Obi-Wan Kenobi.
“This is awesome!” He chuckled to himself. “Now I need to figure out where the fuck I am.” Freddie said as he looked up to see a clock figure staring at him.
The two faced each other for about a minute before Freddie Mercury spoke up.
“Uh who are you?”
“Does this answer the question.” A familiar voice came from the figure to which two white hands came from the cloak which they slipped back the hoodie to reveal Obi-Wan Kenobi smiling at Freddie.
“You… you… are…” Freddie stuttered.
“Yes I am real, when I died on the death star, I was brought to whatever this place is.” Kenobi explained. “And I am glad I have a fan of mine.”
“Yes, you are my favorite character.” Freddie said getting up. “Now I am guessing you don’t know what this place is as well?”
“Yes, I’ve only been here a day, you just arrived, and nothing has greeted me yet.” Kenobi sighed before setting down.
“But wait, how about when you talked with Luke after your death?”
“Well I also done that but once The Return of the Jedi ended, I was brought here. By the way, I wonder if Captain Rex and Commander Coby is doing?” He though to himself.
“What?”
“Nothing.” Kenobi smiled before returning to a flat face as he looked around them.
“This is getting boring.” Freddie mentioned.
“No kidding, there is nothing here.”
“Not anymore.” The same female voice from earlier called out all around them.
“WAAAAHHHH!” The two men yelled as Obi-Wan jumped into the hands of Freddie Mercury.
“I thought you were braver than this!” Freddie told Kenobi.
“PTSD has its toll.” Obi-Wan replied as the two watch the surrounding area turn to black again with only their touch and sounds alerting the each other of their presence.
“What is happening?” Freddie asked no one in particular.
“Hang on, give me a second.” The voice ran out again as the surroundings turned into the interior of the Millennium Falcon’s main hold.
“Whoa.” Freddie exclaimed as he put Obi-Wan down and started to roam around the hold. “This is surreal.”
“Yes, brings back the only time I trained Luke directly.” Obi-Wan responded.
“Tea?” The voice returned this time coming from the table to which Kenobi and Freddie turned to see an alicorn made from stars with a blue aurora surrounding her. On the table there was a tea kettle and to cups.
“Hello there! What is your name and yes, I would like some tea.” Obi-Wan replied as the alicorn smiled as she poured the tea into the cup.
“How about you?” She asked Freddie which snapped him out of his trance.
“Sure.” Freddie replied before setting down and watch as she poured the tea.
‘This is weird by not unpleasant.’ Freddie though as he looked at the tea before sipping it. ‘Tasty.’
“So, to start off with, my true name is unpronounceable for your kind, but you can call me Forcea.” Obi-Wan did a spit take
“And no, I am not related to the force in your universe.” She clarified.
“Oh, darn, anyways, my is Obi-Wan Kenobi.”
“Freddie Mercury.”
“Good, since we have introduced ourselves. I congratulate you guys on becoming The Ones of the Forces of Liberty.”
“What?” Both replied.
“To simplify it, you’ve done enough in your to blah blah blah…” She talked on as Freddie realized that his life had not ended on a bed but rather, something bigger and better than that. But what?
“So you will- Freddie? Are you okay?”
“Huh? Oh yes, zoned out after the first sentence. Hard to take in.” Freddie admitted.
“Yeah, it is hard to take in. But anyways, you aren’t here because you are special,”
“Oh?” Freddie muttered.
“you are here because there is another person, well more correctly, ‘Pony’ that will need your help in the near future.” She got up and activated a hologram of a burnt orange pony with a black mane. It was different from the Forcea that it didn’t have wings or a horn like she did.
“Now this pony’s name is translated as Alexander and within his universe he is going to responsible to bring bring Force Magic within his world.
“Quick question, what do you mean force magic?” Freddie asked. ‘This is getting weirder by the second.’
“Well to sum it up, the forces that makes me, me is comprised of something called ‘Magic’ and I represent it, I don’t actually exist. Then her form changed into the colt on the hologram.
“See, I can be in the form of anything.” The disguised alicorn said before changing back again.
“Interesting.” Both said.
“I am basically a swirl of magic that interacts with others. Any who, this colt lives in a universe where another type of magic called Harmonic Magic resides dominantly.”
“Let me guess, magic wars?” Freddie asked the alicorn.
“No, there were past conflicts over it but he is responsible to bring Force Magic back to his universe.”
“I have a question wise one, what is the force in my universe?” Obi-Wan asked.
“A way that physics in manipulated. The midi-chlorians can manipulate it within a degree. This is completely different; we’ll get into more details later.”
“Ah…”
“Now here is the field right now,” She turned off the projection and sat back down with the men. “he is going to have a life changing event in about a week know but I don’t know what it is, I can only predict, okay?”
“Okay.” Both men replied.
“Now we have to figure out each of your jobs that will take apart of to help the colt to do his mission. Dismissed.”
The surroundings turned to the same plane that Obi-Wan and Freddie Mercury came to when they arrived, it was evening by now.
“By the way,” Forcea’s voices ran down from all directions. “You can use your minds to build your houses and whatever you pleased.”
“Thank you Forcea, see you tomorrow.” Obi-Wan said before he heard a lightsaber ignite.
“Wooohoooo!” Freddie cried out as he whirled around a light saber. “I always wanted to do this!”
“Brother.” Obi Wan said as he sat down and meditated.
“Yeah!” Freddie said as he shut off the light saber but then, he felt sadness as he watched the blade retract to nothiness.
“My life, is gone.” He realized as he sat down on the grass field he generated and watched the saber in his hand.
“Brian May, gone.”
“Roger Taylor, gone.”
“John Deacon, gone.” He all said quitley and silently.
“You can do it Freddie.” The voice of Brian May ran in his head.
“Beat it to the stars.” Roger’s voice went next.
“Sing when you miss us.” Deacon’s went last.
“All we hear is Radio ga ga.” He whispered sing before standing up and watched the invisible sun set as the colors changed.
“We have a job to do and we’ll beat it.” Freddie firmly as he turned to face Obi-Wan who was now looking at the singer.
“Tomorrow will be a big day for us.” He said.
“No kidding.” And then Freddie started ‘constructing’ his house.
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