Author Note 1;
Hello everyone. I think you are all getting tired of me saying this but I am really sorry for the long updates. I know it sucks but I am kinda balancing four things at once.
Anyway, your favorite immortal Ashlan has returned for the awakening and I do promise you all the story has just started. What you were reading before was only a history to what was meant to come. I really hope that you enjoy it and please vote, comment and add more comments.
Until the end of the chapter everyone btw listen to Wonderwall by Oasis and Powerless by Linkin Park....
They helped me through this chapter...big love readers and ENJOYYYYYYYYYY
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Something was calling to me. There was a disturbance around me. Something felt very wrong. I had no way of understanding what it was but I did feel it everywhere; all around me reeked with the strange disturbance. It wanted me to rise into the world once more.
I did not want to rise up. I had nothing left to offer the world. My energy was spent and all that had been was gone. The creatures I called friends wanted me dead; the woman I had protected was long dead and the witches protected her children. Earth had seen the best of me centuries ago and I was happy not to indulge it once more, but this disturbance; it frightened me; it mocked me to my very core. It dared me to open my eyes after centuries of lying down.
'ASHLAN!' The disturbance was too strong to ignore. It took all my restraint to try and keep it out of my head. 'WAKE UP CHILD! THE TIME IS NEAR!'
'I will not enter the world once more,' I thought angrily. I refused to awaken from my self imposed sleep. I refused to let a simple feeling scare me into existence once more. I was through with the world and I wanted to remain in my slumber until earth was destroyed by the gods. I did notwant to trust people once more. I hated the world and everything in it. I had decided long ago to live out the remainder of my cursed existence in a deep slumber; ignoring the gnawing thirst and anger.
'You must wake my child.' The disturbance was soothing and angry. I recognized the voice. I had last heard it millennia ago when life was but a dream to me; when the taste of blood had been little more than a thrill to me; when finding companionship in immortality was a desire more than anything. The voice awakened all the feelings of the past, The Glorious Past.
'No,' I told myself. 'The world does not need the eldest once more.' I was trying to convince myself more than the voice from the past. Deep down I knew that I needed to right the wrong I made in letting my 'companions' have their way but I had not the strength to fight them. I had no will power to stand against them even when I knew that it would be easy for me to break all of them in one swift movement. 'I will never rise, NEVER!'
'He needs the creature that saved his ancestor.' There the voice of memory was once again. I knew it but preferred to forget that fact.
'No one needs me.'
'His death will mark the start of the end for the secrecy the goddess demands.' There it was once more. The voice that made me shake inside; the voice I did not want to listen to. But it had been almost two centuries since I had last walked the earth as a creature of the night.
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