Noziel Aran
I'd been thinking so much about what the sword I found that night was meant to be for. So many times, I'd wandered out in the moonlight, unable to comprehend what it was. Eventually it lead me to question more than just that. As I grew older, I realized that my hair did not wither or grey, nor did my face seem to show signs of stress or wear. I figured my parents knew something, so I asked them. "We're not human, are we? I've seen the faces of friends and foe alike age and turn, but mine is the same as it was 40 years ago." They both smiled at me, Mother and Father, nodding. My Father was the first to speak, "Son, we used to live in another realm called the Soul Society. Specifically, we lived in the outer reaches called the Rukongai. We came here because your body couldn't handle that place. It began to wither and burn." Then my Mother's voice rang out. "We brought you here, to a place that still had a magical air to it, but a gentle one, so that maybe one day, we could all go back. We never meant to keep you from the truth forever."
Still, they mentioned nothing about the sword I carried at my waist, though they probably knew something. Mayhap it was well intended, but at the time I couldn't help but feel a tad betrayed. "I think it best if I take me own path, explore my nature and the world. I'll stop by and visit, but please dunnae be upset if I don't come back for a long time. I love you both, as ye never once left me behind." Not that I expected them to be so kind, but they again nodded, and they bade me farewell. As years would pass, I'd explore the human world. I'd see a great many things, and I'd every so often see beasts like the one that I saw that night so long ago. I understood not what they were, or why they seemed to appear wherever I went, but the ones I encountered fell easily to the blade I carried.
As the ages went on, I remember counting that I was now well over 200 years old, 280 to be precise, and I was exploring the humid jungles of what they called "South America". I wasn't much fond of the heat, but I still dealt with it as i would anything else. To no surprise, a hollowed beast appeared, but something felt very wrong. As I'd sent many of these things on by now, I'd gotten used to the feeling they brought on, or at least I thought I had. The feeling that this one gave me was akin to the first one I'd fought.... though much, much worse. It was so terrible in fact, that as I went to draw the blade, my body crumpled to a knee, and my grip failed. The blade clattered to the ground, and with it, so did I. I could not fight, nor could I cry for help. No was around, surely. The feeling was so much like the first night... and yet, this time I was sure I was good as dead. I closed my eyes, with only the accompanying thoughts of me Mum and Da.
Still, they mentioned nothing about the sword I carried at my waist, though they probably knew something. Mayhap it was well intended, but at the time I couldn't help but feel a tad betrayed. "I think it best if I take me own path, explore my nature and the world. I'll stop by and visit, but please dunnae be upset if I don't come back for a long time. I love you both, as ye never once left me behind." Not that I expected them to be so kind, but they again nodded, and they bade me farewell. As years would pass, I'd explore the human world. I'd see a great many things, and I'd every so often see beasts like the one that I saw that night so long ago. I understood not what they were, or why they seemed to appear wherever I went, but the ones I encountered fell easily to the blade I carried.
As the ages went on, I remember counting that I was now well over 200 years old, 280 to be precise, and I was exploring the humid jungles of what they called "South America". I wasn't much fond of the heat, but I still dealt with it as i would anything else. To no surprise, a hollowed beast appeared, but something felt very wrong. As I'd sent many of these things on by now, I'd gotten used to the feeling they brought on, or at least I thought I had. The feeling that this one gave me was akin to the first one I'd fought.... though much, much worse. It was so terrible in fact, that as I went to draw the blade, my body crumpled to a knee, and my grip failed. The blade clattered to the ground, and with it, so did I. I could not fight, nor could I cry for help. No was around, surely. The feeling was so much like the first night... and yet, this time I was sure I was good as dead. I closed my eyes, with only the accompanying thoughts of me Mum and Da.