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Chapter 1: Birth
Most people don't remember when they woke up for the first time. I don't believe you remember when you first opened those eyes of yours to see the light of the world, just like I don't believe that you remember your first sentient thoughts. As for me, I have a pretty damn good picture of when I first woke up, and my first thoughts too.
Not that I'm bragging.
The first time I opened my eyes was about four-five years ago... Technically. Time measuring is a bit wonky here, doesn't work the same way as it does on your plane of existence. I could live through time that would equal years to you in a matter of seconds, and then with the next blink of my eyes, all those years could be rendered untrue, false, events that never took place. As I said, a bit wonky.
Anyway, back on topic. The first time I opened up my eyes, my first awakening... I was blinded by a bright white light. But I kept my eyes wide open. Even though the light burned in my eyes, as if I was staring into the very heart of the sun itself, I just kept staring. It was like a fire within me refused to let the light rob me off this moment, my first moment ever. It was incredibly... painful. I mean seriously, I wasn't kidding when i said it was like "staring into the very heart of the sun itself", you know? It's a wonder I didn't go blind. Or not. What defines a wonder? Things that people like you would call a wonder happens all the time around here. As I said; 'bit wonky.
Oh, my first sentient thoughts? Right, well, they're slightly less impressive. They went something like:
"God, I'm sooo tire- Ow. Bright. Hurts in the seeing. Ow. Who the heck does this light think it is? Ow."
... Let's move on.
Most people don't remember when they woke up for the first time. I don't believe you remember when you first opened those eyes of yours to see the light of the world, just like I don't believe that you remember your first sentient thoughts. As for me, I have a pretty damn good picture of when I first woke up, and my first thoughts too.
Not that I'm bragging.
The first time I opened my eyes was about four-five years ago... Technically. Time measuring is a bit wonky here, doesn't work the same way as it does on your plane of existence. I could live through time that would equal years to you in a matter of seconds, and then with the next blink of my eyes, all those years could be rendered untrue, false, events that never took place. As I said, a bit wonky.
Anyway, back on topic. The first time I opened up my eyes, my first awakening... I was blinded by a bright white light. But I kept my eyes wide open. Even though the light burned in my eyes, as if I was staring into the very heart of the sun itself, I just kept staring. It was like a fire within me refused to let the light rob me off this moment, my first moment ever. It was incredibly... painful. I mean seriously, I wasn't kidding when i said it was like "staring into the very heart of the sun itself", you know? It's a wonder I didn't go blind. Or not. What defines a wonder? Things that people like you would call a wonder happens all the time around here. As I said; 'bit wonky.
Oh, my first sentient thoughts? Right, well, they're slightly less impressive. They went something like:
"God, I'm sooo tire- Ow. Bright. Hurts in the seeing. Ow. Who the heck does this light think it is? Ow."
... Let's move on.
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I tossed the writhing mass of worms into the pond, and watched as the fish hungrily tore into the little slimy creatures, fighting each other for the larger ones. Tossing them to the fish always made me feel better after I got in a trifle. It was never my fault, they always patronized me, but somehow I seemed to always take the fall for it.The cool breeze brushed my long hair in my face, and I looked to the horizon of trees encompassing me.“I need a hair cut...” I murmured to myself, taking the long pale blonde strand that was flying towards my eye, and tucking in behind my ear. I have always been a tom-boy at heart, and I prefer to keep...
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Just something I started writing recently.
It's basically my own take on the story of the Overlords, told from my own/Cucurbitas perspective.
It goes a lot further back than *rogerrog's comic version though, as you might have noticed. It starts out with the birth of an Overlord, something I always wanted to explore some more.
It's basically my own take on the story of the Overlords, told from my own/Cucurbitas perspective.
It goes a lot further back than *rogerrog's comic version though, as you might have noticed. It starts out with the birth of an Overlord, something I always wanted to explore some more.
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Nice! I like the narrator's voice. ^^