All I saw was white.

White.

More white.

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And more white.

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It seamed. . .

Endless. .

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Like a Void

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Then I saw black.

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Red, Yellow, Blue

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White among black.

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Then there's Colors

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Dark, dim, pastel, vivid, bright. . .

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Brown, Orange, Gold

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And black

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Then white again.

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Then Very Very bright Colors.

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Pink, Dark blue, Orange, Green. . .

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Yellow and blue, and Purple

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My head hurt.

I felt like passing out.

There is more pain.

It felt like. . .

My body was diying. . .

From the inside.

Like a

Parasite

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I opened my eyes, and sat up. It was dark. I was in my room.

There was somthing glowing in front of me.

I looked.

It was my soul.

A rare one.

It looked like a piece of the moon was ripped away and shaped into a heart.

My soul.

It was unique.

And that why I had to protect it.

I hid it. So I wouldn't get hurt.

People are greedy things.

that's why I hide it.

People never change.

And they never will

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I never asked to be this way.

I never wanted to be this way.

But I am.

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"Likewise" a voice wispered.

I see Purple

And bright colors.

I have always seen these visions

It was always the same.

Same pattern.

Same time.

Same routine.

My silver eyes glow in the darkness.

Magic.

Another trait.

I lifted my hands.

They look to be burning in sliver, white fire.

Yet. . .

It never hurt.

Instead, it was cool.

Like a breeze in the spring air.

I streched my fingers out and curled my hands into fist.

The burning continued till I unclenched my hands.

And the flames vanish as if nothing ever happend.

I could feel the magic pool away. As if I was drained.

But I wasn't tired.

I stared at my soul.

It floated calmly, quite, peaceful.

Like it was in its own innocent little world.

I gently put my hands under it as it floated to my hand.

I poked it slightly with my thumb. It always felt weird to touch it.

It was an, indescribable feeling.

It didn't hurt, yet it wasn't comfortable either.

Yet it seemed to yearn for touch.

Like a puppy wanting attention and a pat on his head.

I ignored it a lot though.

I have never really touched it.

Even after years.

I've never touched it.

Just pokes and taps here and there.

I always thought your soul was somthing to be taken care of.

Like a delicate little flower blooming in the world.

And so I thought It was always fragile.

So I never thought to touch it.

Even my curiosity seemed to ignore it.

I looked out the window and stared at the night sky with dull grey eyes.

I saw the moon.

It was always beautiful.

Yet, a mystery.

Maybe that was why people are greedy, monstrous things.

They want beauty, perfection, power, to be better then the one they see next to them.

I questioned this. Many times before.

Never have I got the answer.

I stood up.

And walked down the hall with ease. I grabbed my black and white cloak, it was black with white trims on the end.

The front of the hood had white at the edge. As did the end that reached the floor.

It also had a button in the crescent shape of the moon, it was made if silver and shined in the moonlight.

As I pulled it over my shoulders I click the moon shape button to the other side.

Making sure it was put in place. I walked back to my room. And opened the window. I climbed out and onto the roof.

I climbed it to the top.

And then I jumped to the tree branch closest to me. Landing on it I walk to the base and climb higher. Until I reached the top.

I sat down. My back on the tree trunk to support myself.

I breathed out some air into the cold winter air.

I watched as it disappears.

I looked at the stars above me. It began to slightly snow. I reached my hand out. And caught a snowflake. It sat there as I anialzed it.

Beautiful ice crystals formed together into a small little flake.

It never melted as I looked at it.

I tip my hand to the side.

Letting it fall and float to the ground. Ending its short lived adventure through the starry night sky.

I looked up at the stars.

Such a beautiful view.

I then looked to the moon.

Night was always my favorite part of the day.

And winter my favorite season.

Both combined was just breath taking.

I stared at my surroundings

I lived in a forest called Redwood Forest, in a cabin, not too far from Mount Ebott

It's actually been a few months since the monsters came out from the underground.

Honestly i never seen one before. Then again i never really needed to.

I never had to go out or such, it's not like you needed to go grocery shopping either.

I didn't need food.

Honestly I didn't know what I was.

Human?

Monster?

Maybe both?

I looked like a human last I looked.

Human features yet magic?

The wind started to pick up a bit making my hair wave slightly along with it.

But even if i was either.

Where did I come from?

I had no family.

No mother

No father

Not even siblings

I didn't even have a name. If I did I don't know it.

All I ever remembered was a black world.

Then something happened and I was brought here.

Last thing I remember before coming here.

Was the colors Blue and Gold . . . And Brown

Nothing else . . .

Nothing more . . .

Nothing less.

Ever since then I started having the same visions

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But this time. . .
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Somthing changed.

To be continued. . .