1 Prologue

A short story is what I like. If i were to give it a title it would be a journey towards immortality... more like worms crawling in the dirt eating and living a transient life. In a little wriggle wriggle fashion, almost presenting itself on a silver platter to the preying of birds. Pitiful creatures burned into my mind but thats just how I am. Not like this, Lets not let it be like this, I want to be not a worm but a human no a demon, let me be the only demon under the heavens.

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A light. no. a chance shines in my eye as i wake up in a rustic wooden building. sunlight glistens through the open window lighting up giant stone faces embedded upon a cliff side. one,two three, four. Old but powerful radiance shone straight into the hardwood floor desperately trying endow it with its flame.

"Its lunch and you're still asleep" an old lady in an apron says to me,knowledge of such a person is lacking in my brain so ill just call her caretaker lady.I realize the old woman is peering down to me as i try to compose myself.

"Hey hurry it up you're gonna be late" I stand up as i make an attempt to comply with this caretaker lady out of instinct. head to hip? i look down at my hands. tiny. so its like that huh.

Food om nom nom.... chowing down on non-descript food i look around to see the abundance of young children ages 4-5, I can tell this is the place where children go when no one wants them or more like people can't afford to want them..

Worms

Crawling in the dirt

I can't stand it

Superficial happiness

Hidden pains

These children are worms. I won't be like them