Path of the Renegade (alPOTR)

From Create Your Own Story

The dull dunes of a desolate desert stretches its reaches beyond the horizon... bearing in the middle a body sprawled belly up as if to grab the death, the heat is ever so reluctant to gift. Examining closer yields you the knowledge that the body lies bare as the day it was born, is of a male... and is in fact… YOU!!!

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You wake up with a start only to be greeted by the severe lack of energy you feel. You are sure you couldn't even move an inch even under panic. You lie still and decide that the best you can do is drown yourself in thought and away from your pain. You let yourself ponder about the strange dream you just had. You were able to see yourself as if through another's eyes, and this "another" was floating in air. Could it be that you were indeed dying and these visions are of your soul leaving this husk of your body. You regret missing the opportunity to have redeemed yourself of this suffering. Which suddenly springs another question in your mind... How long were you suffering? The more you pry yourself for answers the more blank your mind draws. All you can conclude is that you remember nothing other than the dream itself. It is as if you were conjured into existence that very moment, doomed to be a failure of an existence.

Your indulgence in self loathe and morbid thoughts almost made you oblivious to your surroundings and you are quick to make yourself keener. This proves useless however you already hear some footsteps approaching close. Besides you are in no position to put up a fight even if the situation were the direst. You try your best to turn towards the sound, but your neck feels too stiff. All you do is stay still. Before long a shadowy hooded figure is perching over your head, and studying your pathetic state... You suddenly realise the embarrassing state you are in and feel the reflex to cover yourself up. It is strange however that such a thought crossed your mind, since you don't remember being conditioned to respond in such a way. You don't remember friends or family, or even a name… of yourself or otherwise. By the time you drowned yourself on another thought, the hooded figure has already knelt beside you and started examining you, possibly for signs of life. You try your best to speak up but only manage to produce a whimper. Seeing that you are alive, your guest removes the hood and reveals herself to be a young woman with beautiful white skin and a beckoning face, framed by curly locks of platinum hair.

She takes her left hand and traces your lips with the little finger... and as if by reflex you immediately bite down on it, with enough force to draw blood. However the girl's face shows no pain and she even waits till a few drops of her blood has dripped into your mouth before prying her finger out. You immediately swallow the blood and a few stray tissues scraped into your mouth like a rabid dog... After a few minutes you feel slightly rejuvenated, at least enough to speak a few words...

Thank you, for saving me.

Please, give me a quick death

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Will you... bear my children?

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