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04 | Undying

"Do you think this is a game!" A woman shouted as she looked at the grade on the paper.

"It's an A-, I didn't-"

"Didn't what! Think this was a big deal! Are you an idiot off! Why can't you keep your grade at A+ this is just idiotic you stupid child!" She yelled throwing the paper on the floor. Gun stayed quiet and watched as the woman walked away. Gun began to cry, his tears falling feeling both pity for himself and off. How could he deal with this, Off's parents had just gotten home from their month long trip and well the first thing that happened was Gun being yelled at. Only for a grade of A-.

Gun couldn't handle this, he couldn't handle what Off went through on a daily basis. Gun fell to the floor crying his eyes out, begging to switch back to his own body.

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Off sat on the floor and began with the first page of the black book. He wanted to figure out how to switch back and he was absolutely desperate. It had been 2 months now and as much as he liked his new life, he wanted to go back to his old life. Even if it was shitty.

Many centuries people believed switching bodies happened for a reason whether it be for love or for power. Many times it was for love, but many people don't have a real explanation on why they switch or how. The only thing people know is that they have switch bodies. There is an old folk tale that talks about not a switch, but about true love. The story called 'My other half'

This story begins in an old time where two different tribes were enemies. They never said they were but anyone could tell both tribes hated each other. The two tribes were named apsara and anchali. One day the apsara tribe was under attack and the chief's son was badly injured, and almost all the warriors were killed; only a few remained. The remaining warriors ran for their tribe. The chiefs son;Boon-me was found, by the chiefs' son of Anchali tribe. The male was an angel, he didn't care about weather the male was a threat or not, he only cared about healing and helping the male.

Aaban dragged the other to his small fort and there he took care of the male, feeding him, and helping to make the male strong again. When Boon-me woke from his slumber he saw the place he was at, he was frightened for he thought he would be killed knowing very well where he lay. "Don't be afraid" a short male-Aaban spoke.

"Why am I in the Anchali tribe." Boon-me questioned as he tried to sit up but failed miserably as an aching pain shot from his stomach and slight pain in his shoulder.

"Are you okay? Does it ache?" Aaban questioned as he reached the male. "You shouldn't move much, you've been stabbed by a spear." Aaban informed the injured male.

"I will be fine, I should leave before someone finds out about my stay here" Aaban frowned as he watched the injured male try to move only to groan in pain.

"No one knows about your stay. No one is allowed here, it is only you and I here." Aaban muttered trying to lay the injured male down. "Please just lay down, once you are completely healed you may go"

"Why are you helping me. You do know what tribe I am from do you not?" Boon-me bellowed with annoyance. "I do not wish to owe you anything."

"Why must my decision to help you mean I ask for something in return? All I wish for is for you to get over your injury."

"Fine, what is your name? I must thank my savior." A small chuckle escaped Aaban.

"My name is Aaban, and you are?"