Fate: The First King

soul.

What is a soul? admittedly many people have their views on what is a soul. as such I'm in absolute denial, I don't believe in such thing as a 'soul' I mean like I will only believe it if I saw it with my very own eyes.

I mean I have my own theories on a 'soul'. majority of people thought that a soul is their very being , that white milky thing in your body , I cant help but to shake my head when they say that. mortal and humans such as us doesn't have the mental capacity to comprehend and understand the soul , thus we came up with theories— Wild theories at that—

I may be wrong , but mehh

I think that the soul is only the mind and the subconscious —memories and the subconscious—

After all

if a soul is given another being's memories rather than their own, would they be the same soul?

If a soul is in another being's body with memories of the previous body intact, would they be the same person?

In some religion I forgot the name of, the exist such thing as soul something (im not very good at remembering things ) the things is , it says that people may have the same soul ,similar soul so it is possible for those people to share their memories (crazy right?).

ofcourse if you watch anime in the likes of harry Potter and Fate series they will tell you different things . as my state (more like a random thought) earlier people have their views on the soul if we start to wanting to comprehend the soul we'll take a long time.

But I disgress.

Oh by the way my name was Artemis Blackheath (oh the cringe) and yes I was a male (still am) despite my name.

and yes emphasize on was

Afterall its not every day that you died and lived to tell the tale.

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Artemis was a weird child growing up , not rediculous things like being a super genius — he is slightly above genius level—or a man child —mature unlike his peers— , oh his childish alright like any other children,cruel and innocent.

It wasn't until his father died that his mother realized just how odd her child is.

It wasn't until he reached his teen —13 yrs at most— that his mother realized just how abnormal her child is.

exaggerating? yes. but not so much.

After all it isn't every day that a child is oddly fascinated in matters of death and mind .

—×—

Artemis knew he isn't 'okay' in the head.

At 13yrs old his father died, many would think that he would cry, brawl like a teen he is.

oddly enough he didn't cry, he didn't even shed a sing tear.

That doesn't mean he doesn't love his father, no.. he love his father but the tears won't come.

The pain inside him was dull, he felt pain alright. but it is dulled, it isn't the sharp , chocking pain that he had heard about.

he just stood there as his father's coffin was lowered in the grave, face empty of tears or any kind of emotions beside curiosity.

And the only thing in his mind was only two questions.

Why do people fear death? personally he doesn't think it is that terrifying

when people died, where do they go?

Those were his current thoughts at that time

—×—

Artemis grew up interested in psychology and as soon as he entered university he studied it like a dying mans last wish.

he loves psychology really and the class that was assigned to him was a den to manipulation.

It was like that one class in harry Potter series, Slytherin if he remember correctly.

I mean if youre in a class full of people who can manipulate someone without them knowing is scary as fuck. But the class teacher forbidd the students for messing with their own classmates, she was a bore , it would've been cool manipulating each other. one wrong mistake you would've been blackmailed, bribed, intimidated , manipulated, even good old reverse psychogy would leave you sobbing when the snakes are done with you.

But he managed to graduate and be a psychotherapist, not the thing he was aiming for but meh. it is fun messing with your patients. he really is sick in the head if hes enjoying others suffering but he cant help it , listening to your patient own problem got him grinning with sadistic glee everyday. but it got boring really fucking fast, he got disappointed when he no longer got the same feelings when seeing suffering of others, only cold indifference.

His life isnt really that interesting. he likes very few things, his wife, children and his favourite fruit, Green Apples. He Likes green apples, they're so delicious and fruity.

At 23yrs old he got married to his naive, malleable, intelligent wife. bought his favourite car and house, life was really great .

At 27yrs old got to see his very first child being born, he named him Miyuki , a Japanese name , not weird considering he is half- Japanese.

Miyuki means silence of the deep snow, he named him that because he and his wife likes silence, they're not anti social or any bull like that, no they just like to just. ...sit there cuddling enjoying the silence lost in thoughts.

At 32 yrs he welcomed his princess in the world, this time his wife named the child, innocent, a really cute name if he says so.

At 35yrs old he took the pen and begin to write short stories and poems, with his intelligence it was not really a difficult thing to do,

he likes free verse, it doesn't restrict him.

At 45yrs old he won the awards for being the best poet of the generation

At 71 yrs old is the day he died.

car accident is what killed him, really not the best way to die but we don't always choose when we die or born so it's really not that big problem.

Atermis sighs as lay there underneath his car.

for a moment he feels what his body is doing , his arms and legs impaled with glass, his lungs inflating and deflating struggling to feed him the last oxygen his lungs currently have. his heart pumping slowly, shutting down all his system functions. darkness creeping in the edge of his vision as he took one last gulp of oxygen in the world.

He sighs softly, thinking how he's going to die alone, oddly he feels calm about death that loom beyond the horizon. he shivers as chill winds and death work hand in hand in an unlikely union. 'how ironic' Artemis thinks as the last dregs of his life slipping out of his hands.

' I didn't finish my poem series ' his wife will take care of the kids and herself, she's strong like that, still he feels like a jackass going and dying leaving all the work to her and his eldest child.

Artemis sighs again, his been doing that a lot lately. he looks at sky, blue without clouds and he thinks about his wife and children.

He breathe one last time before his body shut down entirely , eyes dropping.

" Thus I kindly scatter"

That is his last words at the world his leaving behind.

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Don't murder me yet ! anyway uhm a new writer here, have mercy on me. The greatest Writer once said " The greatest Writers come within The greatest readers" and I can say that uhm a great reader🤞✍️📖