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Chapter 20: Copycat to Reaper

After I was given something to eat, they seemed to have decided that I was no man of memory, and gave me a story of the Reaper. "The Reaper is our savior." said the Blue cloaked lady. "We have been searching these barren lands for the past few years, searching for him once again," she continued, "everybody feared him when he was in rule, choosing to cower, or attack him if they had the chance, but when he attacked back, they never saw the bright of day again." Many people nodded in agreement, then went back to listening to the story. "As the days were growing dark, and life was failing, a man came out as a savior, showing how through the death of only one hundred people, he created a great sanctuary, with peace around everything, and water was abundant." she started. "When we finally saw him as our savior, we became known as his children, and we built the city of life. But now, that city has been reconstructed, and is known as Kirgan." Many people laid out a sour face at the name. I felt surprised, as that was just where I was six days ago, going about my day until I met up with a blast. "We had tunnels." She said, "There were eight rooms. And a building that we held in one of the smaller landscapes. We all shared the house, and kept relics in our second room. Yes, we were given a second room, where we held onto a big piece of driftwood, found in the great canyon of the west." At this point I had filled in the blanks and asked, "How long have you guys been out driving around?" "I believe that today is the eighteenth day, seventh month, and third year that we have been kicked out." She looked around, and one of the many gathered around us raised his hand and quickly said, "It is the nineteenth day, my leader." she quickly smiled, and said, "Hah! Thank you younglings.'' The boy looked content with this, only to find himself distressed when she said, "Brother?" to which the brother ran towards him, the hammer-holding one pushing him to the ground while using his brother's sickle slit his throat, forever silencing him to never speak again. I watched his body writhe in pain, and slowly fall into unconsciousness as his body was flooded with blood. Soon it spewed into the ground, and was quickly soaked up by the world underneath. When the sound of gargling blood finally vanished, she asked me a question, "Have you ever felt like you were destined for something, other than greatness?" it came so abruptly, that the response I had was only, "...Huh?" she repeated the question, gaining a tick in her eye when she did. I hadn't thought about it, but as I looked through my memories, searching for something I felt wasn't there, I watched as a flashback from my battle at kirgan took place. Never in my life had I had as much speed and strength in my body as I ran and split as many throats, cut as many arms, or ripped off as many heads as that day. In fact, it was the only day so far that my body had actually battled in the real world. I talked about it to her, and found myself reliving the exact feeling it was that I had in the battle, with blood covering my shoulders, chest, and face. My right cheek was feverishly warm with blood, continually splitting open throats let the blood run down, and running down my legs, where there was a man, now a monster. Purely red, in the eyes, skin, and heart. My hair was rising while I told the story, and as it happened, my speech changed. Soon, I felt myself being pulled into an unknown place, deep within myself again. My body had fallen, I was deep in a coma, and at the same time, I was fully awake. I could hear everything that was happening, and see them pick me up. The man had rough fingers, and as he laid me down in a seat, I saw the eyes of other passengers. Before I could move though, a voice came from behind me. It was the voice of the reaper.