your supposed to be confused on some of these parts. this is only the beginning so your not aloud to know the hole story yet.

hope you enjoy.

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background story:

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The Lost One

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Starting off in a dark cold room all she had was the whispers. She would lay there every day hearing the words that only she could hear. Whispering kind yet harmful words.

Her family keeping her locked up unable to feel the wind or warmth of the sun.

They feared she was enchanted by a beast hearing her talk to herself. If only they knew they were just being tricked… tricked by their own minds and the tricks of the fay that would never leave their darters side.

pixy’s saw the little girl as a fun toy. Toying with her and making people think see was insane.
She stayed in that room only getting to enjoy the treats they bring her. The blood red apples that the pixies would float out of her reach to toy with her, and the toy bow she would try to shoot them with.

This was how she lived, how she would always live. Do to her own parents misguided hearts and selfish actions. If only they tried to talk to her, if only they tried to understand.

Her life went on like this until her mother tried to “save” her. She snuck in to her room and stole her from her bed.

The girl’s mother took her out of the kingdom by horse bringing Mad to the temple hoping to beg the gods for forgiveness and to save her daughters soul, And her own…

Her plan didn’t go well, the girl now being older and barley knowing the outside world soon wok up in the temple with her mother. She was confused but was happy to be outside with her mother of all people. The one person she thought truly loved her.

She soon found her heart sink though as her mother held up a knife to her. “please forgive me my child” those were the last words she heard her mother say to her…

A few hours later she woke to her mother’s dead body over her… and a stab wound in her chest… she crawled away out of the temple bleeding out barley alive, only to be saved by the same power that had led her to this horrible life.

It was that power, that strangeness about her that convinced her mother that death was the only way. And it was also that power that also brought her back to life just to have her suffer more… who could be so cruel as to put this girl through so much pain.

“Why? why am I alive?” she repeated to herself repeatedly until she could no longer think. Her mined blanked as she stared at the ground. The ground that she so wished to play on. That she wished to run on freely with her mother and father. To have her people accept her…

“what’s wrong with me? Why am I not like all of them? Why do they hate me? Why do they always look at me with those eyes? Those eyes that stare in to your soul and never stop.” These were now the only thought that could form in her mind, and it always started with why.

“WHY?! WHY MUST THEY HATE ME?! Did I do something wrong? Did I truly deserve THIS?! THIS LIFE!” she called out to the world now holding her freshly healed scar.

This was now her life… wondering throw the woods forever starving but never dyeing. She now knew what was so wrong with her. She was no human or at least not anymore. Now she was nothing but a carcass walking around looking for its reason for belonging in the world.

She could not die. Not even eat. She felt no touch, no hunger, no need for sleep. She was dead yet she could not stop going.

“why am I doing this? Do I even know where I’m going? Do I know where I even came from? All I know is, I must keep going. Even if it’s just to go even farther I must stay moving… or else what am I but a corps on the ground.”

“that’s all I ever was anyways. A corps. Voting away in that room. At least there I knew where I was, and what I was doing. Now look at me…”

She felt nothing and yet she wished to feel everything. To be able to enjoy the sun on her skin. To enjoy the cold breeze or even a hug from someone who cared.

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Part 2

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This… this is the story of how I lost everything and yet was set free. My days back then were filled with so much sadness that I could never imagine that this day would come. The day where I could finally look back on it and forgive her, my mother for forcing this life upon me. For if it was not for her I would have found my way, and I would never had found my other half.

I no longer move forward unknowing of were I’m going. For I’m moving forward with my companions, the guardians and him.

You see I found I true home and my purpose. To follow them to the end of the world and back, to look after their ancestors and guide them to new and brighter lives. alongside him forever together.

We seemed to work out at first. The guardians dong their jobs as I looked over them, and him looking after me. But sadly, everything good must come to an end. The guardians soon turned on me each and every time. I would always just live and reset but no matter what they would always be reborn and make the same mistakes no matter how much I tried to help or stop them. It was fate. Fate that made them turn on us and destroy the world they helped to protect each time.

I know what had to be done but I did not wish to do it. I didn’t want to take away their freedom to live and choose. The very thing I never had till now.

“what am I supposed to do just let the world end?! Let them end them self’s! Let the only people I saw as family die?...”

I had made up my mind. I would take away their right to choose and to remember their fate, so I could save them maybe just once. Just maybe this time I could finally end this pain.

I’m nothing. Nothing but a corps… what right do I have to choose who dies. To choose whether they destroy them self’s… well at least I was not the only one who thought so.

It didn’t take them long. They soon found me out and instead decided to take away my freedom. I could still hear their words and feel the cold stone slab they changed me to.

“Was this always my fate to be imprisoned forever unable to feel? If so them why did the world have to tease me with those years of thinking that I could live. That I could truly be free.” These were my only thoughts has I lied there before them. I was not mad at them not even a little. For to me they were still my friends and I still cared for them.

They had already taken care of my other half before turning on me. They did so before I could even react, but really was there even a reason to try. This would only happen again if I restarted it and if I did get rid of their right to choose them could I truly be happy? This was it, the end of this life, the end of my happy days in the sun smiling alongside them. I knew this well.

I knew what I had to do… but my mind could not help but to wonder, was there anything I could have done. Could I have helped in some other way, or is it that I helped at all the cased all of this…

Only thing I could think now was..

“At least I had a few years…”

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To Be Continued...