Disclaimer: If your are offended by, or are too young to view homosexual material, I suggest you leave before anyone gets hurt. This story is A COMPLETE WORK OF FICTION! It is not meant to imply anything about the sexuality of any of the members of Nsync.
Note: Here is his past... Excuse me if this isn't what you expect, cause theres a purple monkey distracting me! I'm not drunk, or high, I swear! He's right there! Seriously... Bonzi Buddy... A pain to have, and a pain to get rid of... ::sigh:: Enjoy! :)
Thanks to: Matt ... Thats it this time... Have fun! :) *****************************************************************************
From 14:
He reached out to the wall, touching it lightly with his palm. The wall pulsed again, and changed into a deep blue. The waves of white that were flowing through the blue were hypnotizing. He turned back to me, and motioned for me to walk to the wall. I cautiously stepped up to it, not knowing what to expect. I touched the wall, and my hand went through it. I looked at him, and he smiled warmly. "Go ahead. Enlightenment is the key." I raised an eyebrow, and stepped through the portal. I looked on in horror as I began reliving my past. *****************************************************************************
Chapter 15: The horrible truth
I stood by the bed I once slept in, watching my own sleeping figure sleep soundly. I was so young, yet I would endure more than any ancient being could ever imagine. The smell of burning thatch once again filled my nostrils. I watched myself wake up, looking around for any signs of fire. I tried to speak, but being only a spirit in the past made that impossible. I pleaded for the child to stop, and get out of the town, but he kept walking toward the door of the tiny house. He opened it, and was faced by that familiar mob. The crowd spouted countless obscenities, some that I failed to hear the first time I went through this. I saw the crowd part as the priest walked to me, slowly. I listened to him ordering me to death, and crushing everything I believed.
Something I had forgotten happened. There was a scream from within the crowd. The people started running in every direction, trying to escape the demon that slain the town blacksmith. He stood, dazed, a hole where his heart once beat with great strength. His eyes rolled back into his head as he collapsed into a pool of his own blood. I tried to take in the lost memory, but was interrupted by another. The demon materialized, snarling as it approached me. The man from the alley - Isaiah walked up behind the demon, and grabbed it's shoulder. He spun it around, and looked it in the eye. He smiled, shook his head, and grabbed the creatures head. He tore it from the neck with a pop, and threw it to the ground. The body slumped, and fell to the ground. It suddenly burst into flames, leaving only ashes behind. Isaiah grabbed my arm, and pulled me into the streets. I followed them, dreading what may happen next. When a demon saw me, it materialized and charged me. Isaiah cut them down, or tore off their limbs.
He led me through the town, to an alley. I saw countless villagers die. The ground was coated in blood. As we walked, the blood seemed to deepen. It was almost like the village was being flooded. I remembered this village was actually an underground city, and that if enough blood was shed, it could actually fill to the top. I watched the little girl, running from nothing. I saw her stop suddenly, her eyes vanishing into the back of her head, her head then falling to the ground, followed seconds later by her body.
I was arguing with Isaiah about leaving without him. I lost the argument, of course, and ran toward a tunnel I didn't know existed. I followed myself through the tunnel. I felt the pain again, pulsing through my body. The pain of being rejected. The pain of being exiled. When I saw the sunlight for the first time, my skin looked almost like fresh snow. I had never seen the outside world. I had no idea what I was, in either time. I had forgotten my race over the years, and didn't know it until I was found out in a port town a few years later. A racist port town.
I saw the next few years of my life in less than an hour. I was sixteen, and had developed skills in craftsmanship, and survival. I survived my power bursts, and decided to find a town. The first town I found was Luna Port. As soon as I walked through the gates, the locals were watching me, they didn't trust me at all. I had made a sack from the hide of a fledgling, and carried the weapons I had crafted over the years. I walked into a shop, intending to sell what I had. I walked up to the counter, and set the sack down. "What the hell do you want?" The shopkeeper asked. "I want to sell these..." He cut me off. "I don't do business with elves!" I didn't understand. I had seen elves in books, but they all had pointed ears, or some other obvious trait. I didn't. "I'm not an elf. Look at my ears!" He snorted. "So your ears aren't pointed. Your weapons can only be crafted by elves, your clothes, too. I bet you didn't even know you were weaving magic into that stuff! Get out of my shop!" I stared at him, reading him. Trying to understand why he was doing this. I picked up my things, and walked out. I started toward the gates, but some of the local children stopped me. They were all fifteen, I guessed. They looked about my age, but I didn't sense any kind of powers. "We don't like your kind around here." Said one of them. "You're coming with us." Before I could protest, they grabbed me. They dragged me through the streets, to a small stone house. They threw me inside. "You're our prisoner, now, elf!" I heard the outside lock slide shut. I looked around, trying to find a way out that was safe. I didn't want to give these people a reason to hurt me. There was a wooden cot in a corner, and hay on the ground next to it. It looked like an abandoned jail those kids claimed as their own.
I stayed in the jail a few days, scheming. I looked through the steel grate on the door for the first time, and saw it wasn't a kid guarding the door. It was an armored guard, fully equipped with my weapons, and armor. He turned, and looked at me. "Nice stuff, kid!" He drew a small dagger, and slid his thumb along the length. "This should cut through your throat easily. Thanks!" I knew he was serious, and that I had to get out of there soon. I heard something at one of the windows. "Pssst. Hey, elf! Are you awake?" I walked to the window silently. I looked out, and saw one of the kids. "What?" I asked coldly. "Hey, don't be like that! I'm not from here, so I'm not like them. I can't get you out, but I can give you anything you need from town." I sensed sincerity, and asked for any food he could get, and some water. When he returned, I had devised a plan. I asked him for a spell book, and he gladly complied. He returned shortly with the book, and slid it through the bars. "Thanks." I muttered, and opened the book. I flipped through, and found what I was looking for. I had seen myself in my fallen angel form, and found a picture of a similar creature. I scanned the pages, and found a spell that could help me. I closed the book, and held it by my side. I closed my eyes, and began chanting softly.
The walls of the prison began to glow. I stopped chanting, and walked to the wall. I reached through and nodded to myself. I stepped through the back wall of the prison, and met the only nice person in this town face to face. "That was amazing! I'm Gabriel. Whats your name?" I looked around, but didn't see anyone. "Jacob." I muttered. "I have to get my things back. It took me a long time to learn how to make things like that. I'm not giving them up." He bit his bottom lip. "Well, Barry is using all your stuff, and he's a pretty strong guy. He loves fighting so it may be a little hard to get anything from him." I grinned. "Magic?" I asked. He thought for a moment. "I don't think so." I smiled. "Then I will get my things back." He shrugged. "Whatever. I gotta go. Maybe we'll see each other again." I nodded, and walked around the building. I stopped suddenly, and looked over my shoulder. I flipped to one of the blank pages in the book, and concentrated. His form traced along the page, like a photograph. It started at his brown hair, and traced it down to his shoulders. His eyes were next. The green contrasting the blue, staring back at me. It went from the hazel of his eyes, to his nose, tracing down further to his mouth. The corners of his lips were raised slightly, the tiny smile on his face the first time I saw him, etched into the page of the book.
I continued around the building, peaking around the last corner at Barry. He was staring at something, I didn't know what. I walked around the corner, and stopped beside him. He glanced over, and jumped about ten feet off the ground. "How the hell did you get out?" He screamed. I grinned, and just stared at him. "My things, please." He narrowed his eyes at me. "Get back in there." He said, opening the door to the prison. I shook my head, and repeated my earlier request. "What makes you think I'm gonna give this stuff back to you?" I pretended to think about it, and replied. "I think you're going to give me my things back, because you know what I can do to you." He raised an eyebrow in question, with a smirk on his face. I flipped through the book until I found what I was looking for. I showed him the page. "Look familiar?" His smirk vanished. "What did you do to Gabriel?" I slammed the book shut. "Give me my things, and I'll release him." I saw Gabriel come out of a house on a hill, headed this way. Barry began taking off the armor, and dropping the weapons. "Thank you." I pointed behind him. He turned, and saw Gabriel. When he turned back, I was gone. He searched the streets for me, and found me walking through the gate, looking over my shoulder at him.
I roamed the plains, afraid to make more than the least possible amount of human contact.
I finally found a town that accepted me, and that let me come and go freely, with no harassment. I lived in this town. The Marquis allowed me to stay for my services as a craftsman. Finally, I saw the day I left the town for the academy. The scenery flashed, and I was standing in darkness. The God of Life stood before me, a smile on his face. "Why? Why did you make me go back there? Why..." His smile faded. He watched as I lapsed into unconsciousness.
Thats it... Since I know only one person who reads this will, I won't ask you to e-mail me. You guys are as lazy as I am! Geez ... Can't even type "You suck!" or "You don't suck!" and click send. Hey, I don't do that much anymore, either ... so I guess I'll shut up, now... (Pointless, wasn't it?) Bye!
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