I've lived long enough to know that I am not normal. 1,001 years old isn't normal, but I speak not of that. IT, the thing that keeps me bound. These chains are defining. I'm corrupted. But like most I am still here. Listening.
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I rember the day. An Autumn breeze blew through me. It was nice. Days were I was happy. Good times. I had friends. A whole group of followers that came along side me. We didn't know our choices were soon to be hated...
Our lord we followed that night. Deep inside the monstrous caves we went. A promise bound in life. Never ending it would be. A life of misery to come and lost comrades we had.
YOU ARE READING
It Kills
Conto"It will listen, it will pick through your every thought till it finds them... The thing you hate the most, he will take them and use them, exploit you and WATCH YOU DROWNED... "
