Risen From Ashes

Risen From Ashes

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I could see the fear on their faces, the frightened look in the eyes of those that I called my friends and family. Why?! Why?! Why cant they understand me? I didnt choose to be like this, I didnt ask to be this way! No! Dont go! Dont leave! I...I...I dont want to be alone, please stay I cant change and and im sorry! I am sooo sorry believe me please. D...d...d...don't leave me. NOOOOOOOO! ________________________________________________________________________________________________ The Elders in our village like to stick to the ways of the older generations; always telling us of the many prophecies written in the ancient dialect of our ancestors. There was one prophecy that caught my attention, in connection with some antediluvian ruins entombed beneath the crust of the Earth; those are only a few words of the riddle that i understand thoroughly. Those strongly pronounced words echoed through my head day and night-as I studied the prophecy ceaselessly. I always asked the Elders if they would give me a few more clues, however the reply was always the same; no matter what questions were asked i kept getting the same answer-as if it had been rehearsed and retold many times before. It infuriated me ever so much knowing i was on the brink of the answer yet still so far away. It just wasn't clear!
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Moments; singular, siphoned, like grains of sand which fall restlessly, and build without limits...growing with increasing momentum, each step, beat, a steady staccato , marking down the minutes until the cold inevitability of the ...end ...death. Moments...it's all anyone has. Life is a false illusion. Death is cold reality. I am a Treader. I deal in the currency of death, and I know everything there is to know about it's cold worth. I am useful, never loved. I am used, never thanked. I am need, want, and lust....but never needed or wanted. I am never fulfilled. I am never to know human happiness. I have accepted my designed fate. Why then am I being tested now?? What will happen if I give in to the temptation I know will be my undoing? What will happen if I give in...and love? What will my failure bring...and may those above and below have mercy on all souls, for when the Treader of death falls for life... Worlds End. RH*Mature Content*Advisable only for 18 and over

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