Identity "IT [bl/yaoi]

"̷̨̛͚̫̙̮̲͈͖̟͆͑͐̔́̿̊́E̵͍͇̺̞̺͇̼̺̐̊̑̓͂̂̃̈̍̚͝ͅí̵̛̲̼̻̘̎̊r̵̤͕̙͗̍̉̃̽̌̽͝w̴̛͇̰͆̄̉̂̎͛̈́̾͠ȇ̸͈̩͑̈́̅̉̔͛̄͘͜n̸̰̻̤͔̠̬̬̰̦͕̰̒͐̓͑"̸̧̟̣̠̝̫̦̩͔̝̣̔̓́͂̊̐̕....

What? What is that?

"̷E̸i̶r̷w̵e̷n̴ ̷s̷i̶l̶l̴y̷ ̷c̸h̷i̷l̵d̴!

"̸H̷u̵r̴r̶y̶ ̸b̷e̶f̸o̶r̸e/ y/ou miss your lessons munchkins! Mommies late!"

[Processing]

[Data unknown]

[Information known: Exaggerated English speech.

Languages perceived after awakening: 1,000. continuing to adapt.]

.҉.҉.҉

[Vision taking effect]

?҉

Bright.

[Color perceived]

[Observation data: On the ground facing a home. Busy streets. The organism of earlier speech dressing smaller organism. ₦Ø. Mother and child. Morning, 4 hours until the afternoon 8 hours until dusk.]

[Hours processed]

[Species processed]

[Hearing processed]

[Writing processed]

"Eirwen we don't have all day!."

Worried.

[Emotions processed]

[Current state: rock]

ᴺᵉᵉᵈ ᵇᵒᵈʸ

[Data closing. Further inspection will be elaborated on in 24 hours.]

I see.

Tired, will collect more data tomorrow. Closing vision.

§.•'¨'°÷•..× ... ×,.•'¨'°÷•..§

[Observation day 2]

[Day 20 of observation]

[50 days of observation]

[1 year of observation]

[4 years of observation]

[Data memory: The male Eirwen is 11 years old now, his mother had grown ill. Eirwen is very sad and is showing strong signals of depression and unhealthy attachment to the human mother that birthed him.]

I don't understand.

[7 years of observation]

Eirwen's mother died today, Eirwen is very sad and has started a drinking habit of sake. Coming home from pubs and "sleeping around" meaning, mating with multiple village females. Villagers have said the boy is "broken" and I've tried collecting data of the meaning, more observation is required.

Eirwen's hair is graying even though his age is youthful. More observation is required.

Eirwen hasn't been taking care of himself. His hair is long and tangled, eye sockets a deep purple due to insomnia, developing a habit of not eating. the villagers have said he is a "lost cause."

[30 years of observation]

Eirwen is still alive, he picked himself up a few years ago and is slowly recovering. He isn't alone as he has found a mate, she is of a different species, an elf. It is rare to see other species such as beast-man, angels, and demons, etc, to visit this small rural human village.

Eirwen is smiling so much now, he's so happy. The villagers are now positive and kind to Eirwen even though they taunted him in the past. More observation is required.

Eirwen is married. He is going to be a father to an infant.

An odd feeling has grown onto my form that is residing in a rock the humans pray to. I have never felt warmth and don't know the feeling, but I think that's what the humans would call this odd mind tingly feeling. The warmth of the ɧɛąཞɬ...

There is no such thing, I don't possess a ɧɛąཞɬ. What am I exactly? Further analysis is required.

[60 years of observation]

Eirwen is an elder now, people don't live long in this village which means Eirwen is in the breath of death. Death. I need more research on the subject. Eirwen's children have all gone off to the city's and kingdoms to pursue careers while his wife is still very much by his side. It is said elves live forever until they marry a species with a death expectancy. After the marriage, they age with their partner which is indeed true. Once Eirwen dies, she will die with him.

Today was a dry winter day. The sky showed signs of heavy snow which not much time later came hurdling down as if being poured from a washbin. The heavy snow corroded my vision, but that was fine because there was nothing to see anyway-

Thump

I opened my vision to check the noise that had appeared in front of me. It was Eirwen, what was he doing? Was he coming here to pray to me? I wish I could establish that I am not a prayer stone but indeed an observer. no god has ever resided in the rock I reside in.

Eirwen was slumped in a groveling position, wearing light clothes his white hair swayed as the thick snow covered everything instantaneously. What was he doing in such light clothes!? Dosnt he knows he will get sick and die faster? Why must humans always put their short life at risk? For what? Praying to a god that dosnt exist in this town?

I observed Eirwen who made no move to do anything but grovel. Could it be this is where he wants to die? This phenomenon was odd. I don't understand. Minutes later Eirwens form turned rigid and stiff then as soft as jelly fell listlessly to the ground. No, wrong words. He fell lifelessly to the frosty covered ground.

Eirwen had died.

Does that mean his wife is dead too? Shouldn't they be together? I observed the human I spent every waking day studying since the moment of my awakening along with going through memories of his former self up until now. Eirwen was covered with snow and looked like a lump in the pathway leading to the quiet streets of the rural village market.

A bloody scream roar through the windless air that held thick snow.

Soon the peaceful village had become a chaotic one-sided war.

This was very new to me, I had never seen fighting to such a degree leading to the hundreds of people in this town turned into bits of bloody pools of mass. They begged for mercy as many elders came to pray to me knowing they couldn't survive a flight or fight attack with their frail mortal bodies. Men and Women fled and weaved through the bloody streets. The snow that had once covered the ground melted in patches from the hot blood of humans that thickly poured upon the land in a bloody massacre.

The culprits of this chaos were monsters of the forest. they had never gained up to such a degree for an attack of this magnitude on this village. There were usually protective charms that blocked the monster from entering, so how did they get in?

It was a feast of the night. I had uncovered the missing variable. The barrier only blocked out weak monsters that barely caused harm, it couldn't block monsters with higher aptitudes leading to the break-in of the creature and it breaking the barrier so its fellow monsters could enjoy the hunt of the tiny village.

"The weak perish and the strong survive."

The quote from an elder a long time ago came to mind, it was truly a very good observation put into words. Looking once more at the dead Eirwen I wondered why he had died on this exact day, it could have been tomorrow, a few hours before the break-in, or even yesterday. But no, it was exactly a few minutes before the monster raid. What an odd occurrence. Maybe it was an instinct or just sheer coincidence.

Suddenly my rock shook, dazed I looked from above only to see a foot of a very large monster smashing down onto myself. Ah, that's not good.

My rock cracked which formed many other cracks like a spiderweb or glass breaking, the surface of my confinement broke and scattered onto the bed of snow. Who knew I wasn't just a rock.

I looked down only to see in my vision I was a blue orb that floated freely above ground. I felt elation as if I was sent free from a very long time of imprisonment, I finally got to see the light. Not only did this sense of freedom drown my orb marble body but an ancient memory was recovered.

I didn't have time to think too deeply as I burrowed myself into the sack of snow that looked like a rock lump. The lump disappeared as if nothing was there in the first place, the only evidence being the snow was lesser in that particular area of path. I had absorbed Eirwen. I had done it without much thought, it felt like the right thing to do.

[Body absorbed: human transformation]

I can turn into a human. Now is not the time though. I conveniently hid in the snow until the monsters had grown bored and left to their respective habitats. Eventually, a few days later I popped out of the snow to find the village had gone dead. The once lively place had turned into a ghost town, I had never moved before so floating around was a new experience.

While I was in the snow I looked through the string of memories from my first time being in existence. I learned that I was named "IT" from the people who made me, I was deemed a failure after not awakening to full expectation and was meant to be a super-weapon/soldier. A special item used in the ancient wars from the long-ago golden era with much more powerful beings roaming around. In today's standard, I would be considered an "immortal weapon" very ancient, and it is said only eight items of that rarity still exist in this time period. I was a treasure, but I'm sure my predecessors never would have expected a weapon only meant to be used would gain a conscience much less a failed weapon that didn't get its shine until billions of years later.

A failure to them was a success to me.

I learned that my abilities were shapeshifting but the things have to already be dead for me to get their whole essence. I can mend a human to my preferred style and shape in the limits of human shape can form into before its not a human at all. This means I won't look like the elder human I absorbed earlier unless I keep it as such.

It's a shame that all the other information regarding my abilities are hard to remember and shapeshifting is probably the only thing I can do. If there is more that I do not know of, I will find out as time goes by one way or another.

With all that in mind, I floated to a safe spot before making myself into a human, mending it into a youth with hair like the snow and eyes like the sky. White was the first thing I ever saw when I awakened and the blue sky from above was the second thing I saw before seeing the youthful boy. I will be a male because they dominate more than female based on standard of the village and I will be a eighteen year old, the legal age of an adult in this world...or at least the village.

My name. My name will not be IT because it will be hard to explain such an odd name, plus I feel it's tasteless on the English tongue.

The first word I ever heard when I awakened will be my name.

Eirwen.

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𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐋𝐬

✧~Doxin~✧

.Neko (Beast-man).

.Butler.

✯~Solomon~✯

.Immortal cultivator.

✿ ~Sorin~ ✿

.Vampire.

◍~Angara~◍

.Demon.