Jordan has always strive to be as good as a person can be ever since she was young. That is by helping those who are in need or offer to tutor those who are weak in studies or even defending the weaklings from school bullies.
One day, she had to pi...
It feels like I am floating in a vast ocean of blackness. Any sort of noises is muffled like someone is trying to talk underwater. In a second, I'm no longer in the state of nothingness, but a very real scene. The pain of trying to think straight overtakes whatever confusion I feel.
It probably takes a few minutes - or hours, who knows? - for me to feel my own body. Before this, I was just a spirit, a being, something of existence without any physical touch. Now, I feel solid.
What is happening to me?
I can feel what's left of my bones, muscles, or cells. They don't feel the same. In fact, it's like someone put my organs into a blender and nothing is left the same. I don't feel human anymore. Heck, I feel like I'm in an alien body.
My vision returns yet my other senses are dormant except for the pain. I can't smell the the blood that I have no doubt I'm covered in. I can't hear my saviors talking to me with a panicked expression. I can't feel whatever I'm laying on.
All I can concentrate on is the young woman who is crying and holding onto one of my hands. She doesn't look like she's been having a great day. An older woman next to her is comforting her with some sort of communication device in her hand. A man is keeping my body steady, checking my vitals and all that sorts.
"Jordan," an angelic voice penetrates my mush brain. "Stay strong. I hope you can understand me, Jord. Please stay strong for what's next."
I don't understand her. I don't know where the voice comes from. Yet, the calmness in her tone made my body obedient to her, whether it is a request or a command.
The man's mouth widens, as if he's yelling. My ears are still not working for me to pick up whatever he's said. My broken body tangles like a pretzel, shaking non-stop. Somewhere inside me, my lungs and heart feels like they are about to explode from whatever is causing me this much stress.
The man and woman holds me down when the strong tremors hit. The angelic young woman stares into my eyes, as if she knows that I'm aware despite my lack of control over my body. She smiles sadly with more tears flowing down her eyes.
"Sleep, my Guardian."
I blacked out once again.
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The ground beneath me is shaking. It takes me a few moments to mentally organise myself to come up with the conclusion that there might be an earthquake. The thought makes my heart beat faster in panic.
The soft floor under me is also warm, somewhat like a volcanic area. Everything sounds loud too. It's so overwhelmingly loud to the point that I can't make out the individual noises that together reminds me of an orchestra with kids banging on every instrument without any ounce of talent.
Instincts forces me to curl my body in protection.
That's when I notice something is off. My skinny human figure is gone, replaced by lots of fats and fur. I open my eyes to see bright brown course fur.
