I have always been an outsider, never someone who would really socialize a lot with people around me. I always liked it more to be alone than to be in others' company as I never knew what to talk about as all my hobbies were so different than everyone else's and I never really did fit into society. Like any other being, I had my good and my bad days. On the good day's everything seemed to be different than usual. I was coping with people around me and did not mind them there and would even have a conversation with them for a little while. Then, well, there were the bad days, the days where I wished I were alone in the world with no one near me for miles and miles. Those days are always happening when there is a moment of self-doubt inside of me, a moment of weakness. How can one be weak when you are a person that prefers to be alone and not around others, you may ask yourself? Well, let us get into that.
I have always lived in a small bachelor's flat; I always thought it was the owners that were talking about me as I could always hear someone, or something talk as clearly as you and me in a conversation. However, this would always be at a time when there was no noise in the background to muffle out the voices. This always happened right before I fell asleep, hence the reason I moved out into my new place that was self-standing and not near any other people to avoid the possible repeat of what happened. Everything went well for a couple of months as I was in a good space, physically and mentally, yet all of this was about to change and not for the better...
63 Kapitel Abgeschlossene Geschichte Erwachseneninhalt
63 Kapitel
Abgeschlossene Geschichte
Erwachseneninhalt
BOOK ONE:
Having enough courage to run through the woods and away from the people who convinced me they were saving me was not how I believed I'd spend my day. Yet, there I went escaping from the only place I knew existed in the world. Being held captive was too much for me, especially when these people wouldn't tell me who they were or even who I was.
The first moment in my life I recall very clearly. I awoke in a dark room, with recollection of everything that happened in the world except for one thing. I had no memory of myself existing, I didn't know where I was or why these men kept me from leaving.
Days after I first woke I asked plenty of questions, and yet none of them were answered. The only thing I learned was that I was not allowed outside because the woods heald the most powerful magic on the planet, the most dangerous magic.
It was more than just bad men and curiosity about the forest that got me to leave, it was a pull towards something; towards magic. Once I was in the forest turning back was never an option, so I put it in my head that I'd keep walking until I found a civilization or a nice paved road that would lead to safety. But that never happened because the forest has a force living through it.
Believing that the forest held something strange was the easy part but experiencing it myself was something totally different. I didn't expect anything normal but I didn't expect to be completly engulfed into the forest. I was led by an unknown presence that made me truly believe it was a living being, and in fact it is.
I was innocent then, but now I know that anything can be hidden under a small platform in the woods with a secret bigger than the world itself. I was given life that day, until it all ended months later; the day I took my last breath.