He awoke. Slowly.
Xelqua opened his eyes, a dense forest surrounded him. The last of his memories was the townsfolks screaming for his demise. The feeling of the knife and rope phantomed in his chest and neck. He looked down at himself. He wasn't him. He had pale skin, not purple, a red sweater instead of his purple once, he pulled one of his hairs out, a biscuit like colour was present instead of his previous purple. Then it hit him, he was human. Or so it appeared.
He had wings just like before however in the colours of a parrot. Xelqua touched his face, no evo mask either. The watcher stood baffled. Though despite his confusion he knew when needed to discover his surroundings to leave.
Xelqua's clawed feet carried him through the forest as his wings drooped freely dragging behind him. It looked like he was in the town of his previous end, however much more new. The dense forest soon cleared and he found himself in a place of high architecture. Nothing like he'd ever had witnessed. No civilians nearby it appeared. Just him.
The previous watcher wondered among the stunning buildings and long roads that trailed beautifully around the different style of constructions. Minutes seem to slow as he walks, no sound around other then the faint sound of wind racing itself between the leaves of trees.
A rustle caused Xelqua to tensen and turn towards to origin of the sound. A man stood tall, scars covering all his body his eyes were confused and annoyed as he looks at the watcher and with high speed Xelqua fled.
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in another timeline - scarian.
FanfictionA story about Xelqua, a watcher, a immortal. his endless cycle of life and death, like a myth he's only discovered by those who want to know. In 1924 he was summoned into a town, killed and hung. Now 2024,hes reawakened, the town is now known as "he...
