Not All Is What It Seems

Im older than your world

A friend of mine told me to start writing a book on here, because I'm pretty sure she wanted to know how bad this is gonna end up. So Eliz, here you go. A book that may actually cause eyes to bleed.

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My mother was a whore. Not like the one chick in the school that has stds science has yet to discover. I'm talking about a actual prostitute.

Since she was such, i have no idea of who my biological father was. They said I was her second child, and that she almost died giving birth to my brother. I happened to be the one that finally ended her.

I never knew my brother, only that he had a wife, and was on his third life, where this was my first. Partly the reason she died really. I took a lot of energy from her, and she was already weak. Then her body gave up on both of us.

I was only a orphan for maybe 5 minutes. See, in my kingdom there are men who watch over, I guess you would call provinces. They work under and report to the king, these men are called scholars. They practically do everything. If a trial is too complicated, they ask for the scholar. If the tax man is sick, the scholar will do his rounds. If the king needs ambassador to negotiate with a neighboring kingdom or dimension, he sends a scholar. They watch over the provinces and make sure everything is running smoothly - make sure a person of power doesn't get corrupt- and assist with whatever there is a need for. They are the foundation of the kingdom and our way of life.

They also record our way of life. Many books that they teach our children with were written by scholars. Not to say that no one else is less important, in their trades. Just as I said before, they're a foundation, and a strong foundation is gonna give you a sturdy and reliable house. Or in food terms, they are the roux for the gumbo.

The reason I was a orphan for maybe 5 minutes was because that day the midwife was extremely sick. In her place was the scholar, the man who adopted me, my father and teacher, my guardian. Cossite.

I guess now wouldn't be a too horrible place to tell you my match.com profile.
Name: let's just go with Tay
Age: Around 5 billion
Species: witch (also technically extraterrestrial)
Home: 1st dimension, on a planet a lot like earth (earth is on the 2nd dimension) but if earth was sideways and twice as big. If you want to get more in-depth, my village was probably where France is on this planet.
Special skills: cut a man in half with a flick of my wrist, tell the future, and other witchy things. I also used to be able to learn and play almost any instrument as well as sing. Can also draw... ish.
I'm single, and ok-ish.

Now, I'm old as Shit. So early childhood memories are short, to say the least. I don't remember anything of before my sister Annie came into my life, and I, her second life. The life before she had died brutally, and it had scarred her so bad that nightmares were the only dreams she would have. I slept in the same bed as her well into our teens. Not that we complained about it, it kept her from screaming and me from being cold.

For the longest time in my second life I had so much trouble sleeping alone in a bed. Nowadays in this life, I wake up to loneliness, the most bitter reminder of precious times lost.

I had nightmares myself, but they were of real life threats. The threats of that time that would almost be the cause of my ultimate demise. I am speaking of the species that owned the other half of the world. I'm talking about those communists bastards, faeries.

Their dictator had literal snake eyes. I can't remember her name, I bet is was something bitchie sounding though. She was the reason our species' were in a war for lifetimes. Holding on the tradition of her family's grudge-well as majority of the species- against us because their ancestor was part of a tragic Romeo and Juliet relationship with a witch, the poor boy. Since they are the ruling family of the fae, naturally my race needed to be exterminated to properly pay for the injustice.