Kali released her grip and sat down next to me.
"Interesting," she said. "Who'd think that brat would create such a cruel dynasty."
"What?"
"I'm talking about that Callum brat. The first one, not the seventh or whatever. I thought you let him live?"
I didn't. How old are you," I asked.
She pondered my questions a bit. Chewing on it like a piece of meat, wondering if she should answer or swallow the question.
"I'm old. Very old. A friend groomed just like you did but got too attached. He adopted an orphan and raised her like she was his own, only to kill her when she reached the peak of her skill. He changed after that. That's why I
The pool slipped its way into my pores and every hole on my body. It squirmed inside me, pushing something out of my chest.Everything was dark except for the eerie blue-green glow of light shining from the surface downward. The water was clear but foggy. I swore I saw something in the distance. It was large, or maybe it was nothing.I closed my eyes and accepted my fate.I couldn't fight back because my body wouldn't move.I couldn't talk back because I couldn't speak.Then I heard her."Jamie?" Jamie. James. James!"My eyes shot open.
My blood poured out onto the floor as the water washed into the foyer of the apartment. Lana was gone, and only the water remained.I glanced up to see my apartment. But the piles of garbage bags were missing. It was clean and looked like a couple was living there. They had matching mugs with a single letter on them. There were photos of a man and woman together. I couldn't make out who they were. The bathroom had two different coloured toothbrushes and two different body wash.I limped through the halls holding my side. Lana or whatever it was had punched a small hole into me. She had sliced me pretty good as well. My body was riddled with cuts.The apartment was mine; I knew this, but why couldn't I remember who I lived here with. I couldn't remember; everything was fuzzy.
The bottom of the pool was...peaceful. I don't know how long I had been down there. In the water, alone. Even as I looked out into the darkness, I could feel something staring at me, but I'm too small for it to be bothered.My body had regained its sandy brown complexion—a very different shade from what I was born with. I had a tanned pale complexion in this life. I looked more like a European or American, and my blonde hair enforced that. Now in the pool, I looked more like my old self from my first life. My hair was a dark brown and had grown long enough to touch my toes. It floated above me like tendrils seeking out and trying to catch prey (there wasn't anything small enough to catch in the pool).My feet felt planted in the ground, like a solid brick that has been left out too long. You know when you pick it up, and you just
Sex is a fantastic tool. Humans need it to carry on their species. When the world was made of stone and bone, it was one of society's many basic needs. Food and shelter being the other two. Yet peace changes things. Some may say that in the 21st century, there is only an illusion of peace, and I tend to agree. Even so, it is a peaceful era. Food comes quick, and we've become smart about getting it. Shelter is not hard to find, and an individual with a reasonable amount of income could easily find an apartment or house.So why talk about sex? Because the idea of producing to carry on the human race is an afterthought. Kids are an investment, and parents wave them around to show how rich or miserable they are. But the act of sex is something else. When two like-minded individuals connect, the world just fades away, and they only focus on each other. You notice things about each other, thin
A clear blue summer sky."This is where it took place, my guy," said a scruffy middle-aged man. His clothes were made from animal skin and fur-lined on the collar of his jacket. He wore a large blade that hung around his waist horizontally with a small buckler on his left arm. He held two shovels.Two more men stood behind him. They, too, wore clothes of animal skin but each with a different weapon."Brett, what's the point of coming here," said the tall and lanky one. His name was Jack, and he sported a spear which he hung his arms overusing it to brace his neck.Brett turned around and rubbed his scruffy beard."The prince, the arch wizard, the warrior of lightning, and the knuckle
I adjusted my new jacket making sure the fur wasn't scratching my neck. The clothes that I had pillaged from the bandits were a bit small for my new body, but it was better than running around naked."Was this where you fell," asked Kali. She didn't sound too impressed. I had died begging my sisters for my life. Even though the fight I believed was decent, it was nothing compared to what Kali had experienced, I assumed."Does it matter how I died," I asked. Looting the decapitated bandit."Of course. If you die alone with no one to witness it but your enemies, it can be twisted to their liking. If you died by being betrayed, you could learn that you weren't as smart as you thought you were.""Sounds pointless to me. When you're dead.
They tell you to get yourself thick skin. The world is harsh, and the people in it are harsher. They will say things to you that will break bones and cause your heart to fail. It will try to make you callus to the horrors of this world. Your home is supposed to be your safe haven from such abuse. A place where you can be yourself, cry all you want and be as sensitive as you need to be. When that is taken from you. You can only do two things; find a new home or suffer.My house wasn't burnt, but it was damaged. A tree had started growing out of it, breaking through the thatched roof for sunlight. I walked up to where the door used to be and entered. It was dusty, and I could feel it on my skin. Even more than that, I could smell decay in the air.My mother, I loved her so, lay dead on the floor holding her heart. She was mostly decayed b
"James. Jamie. I wonder what happened to him," I thought. I leaned back against a tree and held the fishing rod tight. The water was calm, with only a gentle breeze making small little waves. Today was a good day. It had been good days for years. No heavy storms or monster hordes, not like I had to worry about the hordes.You see, I live quite far from any civilization. A small cabin deep in the Black Forest, which surrounded most of the west region of Chadel. Far away from anyone, especially my siblings.I was born in a family with seven step-siblings. According to them, I was the fifth son just by a couple years. The other seven were full siblings. They shared the same mother while mine was a concubine and was treated very poorly by the main wife. Children tend to mimic their parents, and soon my loving siblings bullied me as well. At