Since Forever

Chapter 3.5

Have any of you finally realized who she is? 

Or who those eyes belonged to from the first side chapter? 

I hope so and if not. It will definitely become clear as time continues on. 

On other news, who's excited for school? It's starting soon (or already started for some people) 

*Raises hands* 

*Judgemental eyes look at me*

Well, I am sorry I actually find school just a bit fun. Don't worry, probably by mid-year I would be dying too. 

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Wasn't fire the greatest creation of mankind? The first actually. Fire is described to be the first source of hope, light, and comfort for humans that inspired ages of curiosity and creations.

The beginning of humankind.

The creation of fire and where it came from became so many legends that inspired many religions and even stories.

God gifted fire,

the titan gave fire even if he was punished,

the gods gave fire,

even the sun gave a piece of itself (which is ridiculous).

It all went down to the desire of helping humans survive and learn.

Telling you which story is true is a disgrace to every story and is still a very big mystery for me.

When I first saw fire, I saw a future which was impossible in my time. I was mesmerized by it, it was amazing. Fire was everything that a lonely tortured creature would ask for. It was light, it was warmth, it was comfort, and it was safety. It was everything.

People started migrating as, you would say, not much after my first memory. The climate became harsh, the big forest became dust. I met many close look-a-likes, people that looked like me but were completely different. In your sense and in history, they were the previous species, the Homo habili and the Homo erectus. I was already classified as a Homo sapien and it was clear I was very different from them, so I was treated as the rug rat, unwelcomed and unloved. My mother was close to a Homo sapien but in reality, I will never know. We tried escaping everything, moving and never stopping. Before we knew it, we were in modern Europe.

The first time I saw fire was in a cave we shared with some of the self-proclaimed Europeans. They didn't like me, but out of mere survival stayed in that cave anyway. The only one full of curiosity which had become an adult or a wise man started the fire. I couldn't help to watch in curiosity as he moved the materials and the sparks flew.

I was so entranced on how it rose to power, on how it seemed to drown everything before anyone would expect it. It was so beautiful, so great, so proud. It could demolish everything while still holding such grace.

The memories of that one day with my mother where eyes stared back at me and when it did, again and again, was just the start. I don't know how you describe the presence of fire. On how colors that you couldn't describe at the time seemed to dance and to show something, a story maybe, and how it produces tiny flakes that reminded me of something so great and how It was like the fire children dancing in the space.

I wanted to get closer, I wanted to touch it and even if the warmth became too dangerous in warning, I went closer. I defied everything because it was new. It was something. I didn't even know I was searching for something new in my short-lived life. That there was a purpose on why I was here and how this fire seemed to illuminate my path.

My mother screeched at me which almost broke my gaze. She pulled me away as my hand was enveloped by the flame. It hurt, like hell, but I couldn't help to admire it.

That was my first realization of the dangers that lived in my world. The first time I saw what was ahead. The first scar I ever received and the first time I felt true pain.

The scar left on my right hand stayed with me even after death. The memory of fire.