IMMORTAL-BELLAMY BLAKE

FINDING A HOME:

LIBERTY'S P.O.V:

It's been 22 years since I have escaped to earth. I haven't been back to that village since the night I left the child. I have no idea where the hell I am. I stopped aging at 17. Living alone is lonely. I have decided to live in one of the villages. But with all the war that has been happening, they would kill me. I imagine myself hurt very badly unable to stand and with a broken leg and covered in mud. I open my eyes to see myself laying on the ground badly wounded. I start yelling for help, knowing there's a village nearby. I lay there on the ground eyes half open. I hear people coming. Please help! I-I can't move. I black out when they surround me. I slowly start to wake up. I look around and see a wrap around my breast and another on my leg. I am so focused on my leg I don't hear anyone come in. As soon as I look up I see an oldish man look at me and run out the tent.

Now I'm scared I don't know what's going to happen. Suddenly a middle-aged African-American woman walks in with a tall fit muscular male. I study him he's about 6ft 4 with dark beautiful browns eyes and black curly hair. Those eyes look so familiar. I snapped out of thought when the middle-aged women ask me who I am. Who are you? What are you doing in our territory?! I jump back frightened. I-I-I I stutter. Well? W-W-Who am I? This takes them by surprise. The tall handsome man buts in. Wait you don't know who you are or your name? I shake my head. What are we going to do Indra? Well, she's obviously not a threat. She can stay. And little girl while you're at it try to remember your name. I shake my head. Apollo watch her for me. I look up to the healer and leader as they leave the tent. Apollo sets in front of me. That's when I finally get a good look at him. I put my hands on both sides of his face and stare into those familiar eyes. I know those eyes, I said out loud. He looks at me weird. Sorry, I said. I let go of his face. So, what's your life story? I ask. I don't know much they found me outside the gates one night. I look at him with sad eyes. They said I looked at least a month old. I was in a basket. They found a note in my blanket. I'm so sorry Apollo. It's not your fault. So how old do I look like to you, said Apollo. Hmmm, 18!. He shakes his head. I'm 22. Ok, so how old do I look to you? I ask. He sets there and thinks for a minute. Hmmm, a least 17 I mean who knows you might be older. Get some rest ok. Ok, thank's Apollo. He gets up and leaves. I fall fast asleep still trying to think of how I know him.
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