Nythen's story

[Ellie]

I hope you don't mind me posting this here...

[glow=red,3,300]The Story Of My Life[/glow]

Chapter One:
The Beginning

An uncountable number of years ago, the story of my life occured.

It was a cold dawn the day I was born.The clouds flew lazily across the sky, the sun peeking out from under a puffy blanket. My eyes opened for the first time, and I took me first breath.

And then I died.

I opened my eyes once more only to be greeted by darkness. There was a great weight pushing me down... down...

I opened my mouth to breathe, but the darkness came and filled my lungs, plugged my throat. I tried to raise my arms, to call for help, but the darkness was unconquerable. i screamed, felt my body shake, but no sound was heard.

Then there was light.

I felt the wieght leave slowly from my chest. I felt my body contract as I sat up, and my lungs contract even more as the darkness left and poured across the ground in front of me. I blinked, tears coming to my open eyes in pain. I looked back, behind me. There was a stone, with letters and numbers written on it. I believe one of the groups of letters was my name, but I couldn't be sure, as I had yet to learn how to read. I raised my arms and looked at them. I had no clothing besides the soft earth clinging to me body. I blinked and looked up. There was a man, his shadow blocking the harsh light from my eyes.

"Happy Birthday." he said. I looked to him and blinked again, not understanding. "So you don't know how to speak. Shame. I'll have to waste time to teach you." I blinked again. His rough voice echoed in my head. "I'll... teach... speak. I... know... speak." The words came slowly to me. I knew, somehow, that I was speaking wrong, saying the wrong things. I blinked again and stared at him.

He looked suprised. "So you do speak! Do you understand what I am saying?" A pause of silence occured as I searched for the right words. "I... do... understand?" The man chuckled. "I get it now. You're only repeating what you heard. You're a smart one. You might have a chance after all." "Chance... what? I have... chance?" The man sighed and crouched by me, laying his shovel on the ground. "Listen kid. Just a few moments ago you were dead, ok? Dead. Dead, buried, gone. Not even breathing." I blinked, trying to understand how I would be here, breathing, if I was dead?

The man sighed once more. "You obviously don't remember, so i'll have to explain it to you. You are one of the chosen. In fact, you are the only chosen left." <They killed off all the rest.> he added silently, and yet I heard him ever so faintly. He looked to the stone behind me. "That," he began, raising his hand and extending one finger to point at the stone, "is your tombstone.It has your name, your date or birth, and your date of death. Looks like you died the same day you were born. How long did you live for?" I sat there and blinked. He sighed. "One minute? Two? A second?" he asked, his voice desperate.
I smiled.

"One second."

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This is my first chapter!!! I know it kind of sucks, but I start writing better as the story goes on. anyway, please tell me what you think, and whether or not it's even worthwhile to continue posting it here.

[sadrain]

Wow...
I want more!!!!

[Ellie]

YAY!!!!!!
lol

[sadrain]

I will not ask all those qustions at the moment as I hope to get them answered in later chapters.

[Ellie]

ok. Here goes...

Chapter Two:
My new Life

The man looked down, his eyes shadowed. Feeling his pain and sadness, my smile melted into a frown.

"What is it?" I asked, not completely understanding.

"No one should have to die that soon in their life. Did you even get to breathe?" I nodded my head enthusiastically. He sighed again. "Listen kid, you've been dead for the last 15 years. But, now you are alive, and you have a lot to learn.


This is the story.
the chosen are the few rare cases where the baby or toddler dies soon after birth. In the rarest cases they get to live for a year or so. Anyway, on their 15th birthday, they wake up in their graves, having grown from that small body they used to have. That day was my 15th birthday, and the beginning of my new life.


I sighed. It had been an entire 5 years since I had "woken up", as the old man says it. The old man, who I now know to be named Jancith, has been teaching me things the entire time, with little rest and almost no breaks. I daresay I know every word in the English language, and can do complicated problems of any sort in my head. Jancith says I have an extreme gift for aquiring knowledge, and that I'll need it for the years to come.

The book on the table in front of me slammed shut, jerking me back to reality. I half jumped out of my seat and stared into Jancith's eyes in suprise. He looked completely serious, and it took me only a moment to regain my composure and await his news.

"Come on kid. Yer Goin' to town."

I smiled. I had lived in this church (having just came from the cemetary) for my entire "life", and had often wondered what kind of places resided beyond the four walls. He had a large woven bag slung over his shoulder. I frowned. "And why are we going to town?" I asked suspiciously. He smirked. "Yer a smart one. too smart fer me, anyways. We're goin' to a hospital. I want you examined before we continue yer tranin'."

I frowned. "Nythen, this won't be training for school, for which you would have graduated by now. The next training..." he paused, his voice trailing from his open mouth as he examined me, his gaze seering my skin. He sighed before continuing. "You're next training is battle training." My face immediately lit up with a wide smile. Something in his eyes unsettled me. There seemed to be a sadness in them as he gazed at my 20-year-old body. I glanced down, then looked back up. "Is something wrong?" He placed his hand on my shoulder and forced a smile. "Nothin's wrong kid. Nothin's wrong."



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Ok. End of Chapter two.

[sadrain]

Cool... It's really cool. A bit creepy(That death and awakening part) but more strange and cool. I love it.

[Ellie]

YAY!!!!

I will post next chapter soon!!!!!

[sadrain]

I just thought of what a strange couple they would make: Liona, best assasin in Paris who killed her boyfriend, princess of proud but disappearing kingdom, absoultely no part of good girl and Nythen... Well, just like he is.

[Luna]

...

[Ellie]

... *blank stare*
(3... 2... 1...)
*bursts out laughing*

[sadrain]

I knew you would do that! *joins laughter*

[Ellie]

;D *laughs harder*

[Ellie]

*gradually stops laughing* ... Ok.... Chapt...er three.

Chapter Three:
After Ten Years

I awoke with a shout and covered my ears with my hands. I could hear everything, EVERYTHING! And it drove me to madness! I could hear the fruit flies buzzing around my next meal, the small thingyroaches skittering across the floor, the deep breathing of my fellow inmates.

Yes, I am in a prison, but not one with bars and locks. I lay in a prison far worse.

I had come here only two years before, yet I was already a monster. My left eye had been replaced, my hair removed, and my body chemically changed. I was forever bald, as people would say. Yet I had hair. It would never grow back as something material, but instead a discoloration of skin, sometimes taken as only a shadow. I was disgusted with myself. I would look in the mirror, see my pasty white skin and my holes where ears used to be; my pupils that were split into four, with the exception of my left eye; and my sharp features that were not mine only a week ago. My right eye, no matter how hideous it was, still was my original eye, graciously (or maybe not so graciously) left there, without being touched by them.

I rocked back and forth, whimpering softly and hugging my knees. I had slept on the floor, my unconcious body having been thrown into the room the night before. It was a pure white, like my skin, as if someone had come in and scrubbed out all the color for hours and hours. There was a small bed connected to the far wall, suspended there by some strange mechanics or power. On it was a pillow and heavy blanket, both of them also completely white.

There was a creak as the door opened, and someone walked in. It was an old man, his face and clothes somewhat familiar. I had heard him coming before he had entered the building, and I could see his face through the corner of my eye. His white hair and wrinkled skin was clearly visible to me from across the room. I quieted myself, stopping the movement of every part of my body as soon as the door opened, and now watched him carefully with my left eye. I watched him as he walked towards me and crouched down, wanting to wrap his arms around me, and yet fearing my wrath. "Why did you leave me in this hell?" I growled, my voice saturated with sadness and hate.

He flinched under my gaze. My eye watched him hatefully, Jancith, my so-called friend. He sighed, lowering his eyes to the ground and slumping his shoulders. "I regret it even now." he replied mournfully.

"Your 'sorry' means nothing to me!" I snapped, my anger too large to notice how much he meant it. He flinched once more. I saw it, and the ice around my soul began to melt. Little by little I began to feel pity for him. He had been ordered, as he later told me, with a punishment of death. I raised my head from my knees. I had already turned it to see him better when I had shouted, but now my face was fully exposed. The horror was visible in his features as tears welled in his eyes. He bit his lip, wanting to say something but knowing it wouldn't make a difference.

"I just want to go home."

"I know Nythen. And we will."

[sadrain]

Poor guy... He doesn't deserves it. No one does. Government, I HATE you, even if you are created so evil only by my own imagation(Or maybe not?).

[Ellie]

lol. Be careful. If you keep up with this, you'll be suspected of conspiracy.