Forever Alive

They'd finished eating so they walked past all the stands, and by then all the creatures had awoken, so TumbleWorth no longer needed to ring the Daybell. They saw creatures screaming and crying with agonizing pain on the street. They were badly hurt. Some creatures' hands were severed, some were stabbed. All this was too much for Preia to handle.

"What did we do to deserve such punishment? Just living brings us torment and agony. We were.. Created into this life." Preia thought. She didn't no where he led her to but she imagined that following him wouldn't be a bad idea. Two faced creatures had a reputation of peace and kindness- just what Preia needed most. All over this world it was considered normal to see a man digging his nails in the ground screaming with pain, but death never suppresses his crys, it's simply on going. TumbleWorth heard her thoughts. He stopped at a small cottage-like home and opened the door. His long grey hair brushed the side of the door as he walked Preia in through the entrance.

"This shall be your home for now." He told her. "You may furnish it just as you like. I will check back with you tomorrow morning." The house was cozy, and compact. It was plain and bore nothing but the essentials: a bed, Couch, desk with a chair, and a small nightstand.

She smiled and thanked him. He left. Preia had nothing to unpack, for she didn't have anything at all. She looked around the room for anything that could entertain her for a while. Left, Right, then left again, nothing. She wanted to learn about the sun that once shone on the humans' on Earths faces.

Preia walked back to town where she'd first met TumbleWorth. Soon the Nightbell would ring, so she had to hurry. Preia quickly walked around the town to find a bookkeeper. She wasn't paying close attention and tripped over a woman who's head was severed off. She was crawling in the dirt below Preias feet. No blood. Of course Preia didn't know what blood was anyway. None of the creatures needed a heart to sustain their lives, therefore, no blood. Everything around Preia stopped and suddenly she felt the urge to help this woman, but the only thing that could be done is not possible. Preia took a deep breath and proceeded walking. She walked to a man giving away books.

She asked the man if she can have a book about Earth. He handed her three. Right as she started away from the stand, the Nightbell rung. TumbleWorth wasn't ringing it this time. As soon as she got to her home, she locked the door and sat on her bed to begin reading. One of the books was about the planet she lived on herself.

It read, "... on this planet there is considered two categories of creatures. That being the Pessimists, and the Optimists. You may be saying, "Why does this even matter?" Well, it makes ALL the matter, and by asking that question you might be a pessimist. By being a pessimist you shut down all the possibilities. And are usually only thinking of the negative possibilities in life instead of thinking like an Optimist. Optimists are the creatures that keep the world going!!" The book said. Then it led on," Without Optimists, who would create your food? Who would sell you your little trinkets? Who would help you when you are down... on the ground and you need a hand with your groceries? Ah!! So you get it now? What are you? Pessimist? Optimist? Remember, you can choose happiness. Happiness doesn't involve worldly things, it's YOUR perspective on life, and YOUR perspective on the situation you're in. Only YOUR perspective can choose YOUR happiness." That was the end of that chapter.

Preia decided she'd sleep now. For the first few minutes she thought about what the book said. What if everyone in the whole world was an Optimist... These were her thoughts before she fell asleep under her covers. The three books stacked neatly in a pile on her desk.