Sixty years ago...

"...Then we will no longer need a wedding! Completely dissolve this issue as soon as possible!"

"Your Excellency, we have not even found the Phoenix, how are we to do that for at least eighteen years? Perhaps, if you married and had an heir..."

"No! Even if it takes a hundred years, I will not give up! I will not marry another, and you know that I was forced into this in the first place! My statement is final, and I will wait for my beloved Phoenix to come of age, so that I can find her!"

"Your Excellency..."

"Enough! This conversation is over!"

With a great dominant air, one left without a glance back to the one left behind...

This person looked to the side and a very beautiful looking, young lady sighed and tried to keep her appearance from showing her utter disbelief to her bad luck!

The wedding to bring herself closer to the man she loves and can’t live without, had only been two months away!

His royal Highness, the King of Kings, the strongest person alive...Was going to become her husband, and that thought was all she needed for her to consider her next step.

Unable to stay and chat with her father, she disappeared...To find a way to get rid of this 'Phoenix'!

With six Capital towns, and six countries, a search would take a long time to find this Phoenix...With little towns numbering into the hundreds that were outside of the capitals, searching a country for a little girl being born around two days, was actually extremely taxing!

In eighteen years, two signs only lasted for two days, before it had completely disappeared and the Phoenix bond that she had with her Dragon...Also disappeared...

A search has never stopped, but for the time the Phoenix had been taken in by a master, she had indeed fallen into the depths of hell, finding out just how wanted she was...Her creature, when she had cultivated to the 'Creature Realm'...Was the much desired Phoenix!

And from that day, she knew what fear was!

Present day...

I, was unable to act and fight back, for I was demanded not to, because of my master.

So, when I was taken by someone else, I was unable to defend myself in any type of way.

Again, as usual, it was to use my tears, to heal someone that I hadn't met...At the same time, they had plucked almost all my feathers for good measure.

I shivered to their harsh ways...But...I was used this type of abuse. Used to feeling the cold and forcefully taken to do as someone I don't even know, wishes for me to do.

Having gotten away, yet feeling confined because of the summoning of my master, I felt completely defeated...

The highest tree had been quite a distance away from the capital and I am no longer able to fly any further, nor was I able to turn back into human.

They had wanted to silence me for being taken, as the master I had now was quite powerful and, as it was, I was already being detained and used in silence. How they had found out who had me, I don’t know…How they had captured me…Well, if one gets people on the inside, it becomes a lot easier…But, I tried to tell them that my Master will find out, before they did all this, but they never listened to me.

My feathers and tears weren’t mine, and master will know if they are being used. It was only a matter of time, but…They seemed to be in dire straights and I had to oblige to them, no matter what…

Nonetheless, they had indeed done the right thing...Probably also knowing I would be reborn as well, so they probably didn't even feel bad...

...Stabbed in the heart was precisely something that would put me to death earlier than normal…And…I was now far away, having been thrown here over a long distance by a rock golem…Their evidence to have taken me was only that of the person that she had healed, had suddenly gotten better...The feathers were no doubt locked into a vault or space ring and now I was far from that place, as the rock golem had been quite large and strong...

It was such a fate, and ironic at that, that I, as a Phoenix, couldn't seem to live beyond the age of thirty. In my two lives so far, I knew that my death was premature and that I had not completed some goal that I don't even know of yet. It was a strange thing, to have your mind always preoccupied with something, yet unable to accomplish it because you simply didn’t have a clue upon what it was...

Breaking a stick and attaching it to a few others, I continued to make a crude nest...It was something I didn't understand, but something I did anyway...It also showed me that...I was going to die, for the second time...

Feeling myself climb into a bigger lot of flames, I laid down, no longer able to move, it was...Going to be over soon...

Just as I was going to go to sleep, before combusting into nothing but ash, I heard a large noise and a roar that made the earth tremble.

Looking out towards the far horizon, I felt my heart flutter and ache, all at the same time. I knew straight away, that the dragon...It was what I was searching for...All this time...

Hearing him, seeing him and feeling him within myself…Everything finally clicked!

My very existence was for this dragon!

His roar was desolate, yet to me, it was heavenly. He was desperate and raced his big black and red wings to me and I continued to watch, elated that I finally found the reason for my existence...But...Just as the dragon could even pin point my exact location, I felt nothingness scatter and my sight was quite unfocused or black...

As my ashes floated, going with the wind from high up in the tree, I felt the dragon roar once more in deep pain and sorrow. I wanted to help him...I never wanted to help anyone so much, but now...I had wanted to help this sad dragon...But it was too late…

I was now ash, floating away in very small particles and I could not think of anything else, until I was reborn...

The planet of Seal was quite large and had many people that could cultivate. There were natural and normal beasts, as well as herbs and flowers. There were people who couldn’t cultivate as well as the potential insane type people who either cultivated too much or had cultivated the wrong way. There were flying equipment’s and special elemental techniques. There were many different jobs and some of them required unique cultivators to do them.

Most towns were above land, but some palaces were below, and some people stayed as their creature all the time, and some didn’t change to their creature at all…

It seemed that in the last millennium, cultivators matched themselves with others, to what their inner creatures were, as it became obvious that it was more effective to create children with better foundations to help with cultivation. It wasn’t as easy as seeing it and knowing, as one doesn’t know the others creature unless they touch, or it is showcased. Even hearing rumours could be wrong and it is often the case that people don’t listen to rumours because of all the times that they had been wrong.

Then, after knowing if the creature was one that could match your own, it might not match the status that one would want to have, such as an Alpha, a dominating type of creature, didn’t particularly want to be with an omega, a submissive type creature, much preferring a higher status instead.

The best that people could cultivate, before the time of match making, was the 'Creature Realm', but now people have been able to advance to the Mental Mind Realm, that goes beyond it and gets people excited because they would be one step closer to the 'Immortal Realm' and 'Ascension Realm'.

When one turns eighteen and is cultivated from the first realm called 'Physical Realm', then one can enter into the ‘Creature realm’. This Creature Realm has many different ways to cultivate afterwards, depending on what creature that you become.

If one were that of a lion creature, cultivating strength and leadership would be the normal way to go, as the lion creatures were already kings in a country. If one were a dung beetle, then they may choice otherwise…

But also depending upon what your choice to learn with the 'Creature Realm' that benefits mostly your creature and status, you can advance towards the Mental Mind Realm faster.

Cultivation in Seal, if one were to look up the basics, was based upon a person's body in the first part, their creature in the second part, their mind in the third, then for the fourth part they have to combine them so that they could become immortal…For the last part, the Ascension Realm, it is not well known how one is get there, but people know that it is a Realm which made immortal people as strong as God’s…There was a difference between that of an Immortal and God. An immortal may never die and they have powers, but it wouldn’t be enough to eradicate a whole planet…The difference was indeed quite large…

It wasn't an easy road, as it wasn't just running and being fit that would make you pass the Physical Realm, it was getting your body to be quick, agile, flexible, hearing, sight, taste...

The problem was, the only time one could advance after that, is becoming the age of eighteen, making a child not able to know what their creature is and could only guess with what creatures their parents are...It is unknown why this is how it is, but once the creature is then identified, that is when you can reach new peaks and how far or good you may marry or get a job in.

Sadly, just like the will of the jungle, with which creature you are, it may give you a good job or you may not marry well...It is said to be luck...Some think of it as destiny...But...Was it luck to be bullied when you should have had a lion as your creature, when your father was one, but end up having a hyena as a creature instead, because of your mother?

The strong did prey upon the weak and fairness had only gradually come forth five hundred years ago, when the dragon had taken his place to become the King of Kings.

It was not an easy task, to put a line down that had never existed before, and still, that line that was there as law to not prey upon the weak in a predatory way, was still being stepped over. It could be said that nature was really running its course and did as it did in the bush lands, outback or deserts...As the normal animals lived that way as well. But, as humans who could cultivate, the Dragon King did not find honour in people killing others just because they were more powerful. He did not see a point in making the weaker masses want to stick together and perhaps in time want to find revenge, as it had already been done at least once before, many years ago.

And since the Dragon King had reached the Immortal Realm, he was by far the strongest cultivator in the world and was able to scare people just by looking at them, helping him achieve his goals.

Stories and whispers had been heard about this Dragon King, yet, it had been a long time since he has come into the public eye. It wasn’t even sure if he was still alive, up there on his mountain palace.

Five hundred years ago, it was told that the Dragon King was waiting for his Phoenix, but the knowledge had not been renewed and people had slowly thought of it as a myth, as the time continued to go by.

Sadly, there were still those who had the power to defy these new laws and they would do it in secret. Those who had courage, would also cross this line in secret and thus, 42 years ago, when a Phoenix became known to have come onto the planet of Seal, the Phoenix disappeared not long after coming of age, already becoming enslaved with a master…

Previously, enslavement didn’t use to involve too much cultivation. Being able to enslave someone was only because one had cultivated through their creature, such as apes, dogs and wolves who had a great self-control…But, since cultivators were able to cultivate into the Mental Mind Realm now, enslavement had become a lot more used. It was a simple procedure of hypnotizing and replacing a person’s wants and desires with their master’s, giving them a connection as well. Using the enslavement technique from the mental Mind Realm also let a cultivator be able to take someone more powerful as well, in which case made it a lot more popular.

Since their creature may have a slave, and themselves as well, two slaves could be loyal, and things would be a lot easier for them. They don’t have to pay their slaves, and only had to give them what they really need to survive and there was no need to worry about them running when one could call them. If their slave didn’t come to them, it was most likely because they couldn’t, not because they won’t. Yet, there have been cases that ‘slaves’ had run away from the creatures lesser strengthened type of enslavement technique…

It wasn’t unheard of, that someone’s life would disappear suddenly, because it did happen at least twice a month…But for the Dragon King, he had lost his connection as soon as the master obtained the Phoenix in their power. He had an idea upon where she had been and immediately flew towards her. Yet, he had not been fast enough and by the time he was scouring the capital, that the connection had led him too, the connection was snapped clean off and as far as he was aware, it was because the Phoenix had perished.

Sadness had travelled through him at that time, as he released a frightening roar, making close by people become aware of him once again.

Through the Dragon King’s sudden appearance, more appropriate measures were taken to secure the Phoenix and she had been hidden away even more thoroughly.

But, through this, it was obvious that not only was the Dragon King still very much alive, but that perhaps his Phoenix has really come!

…For years he had thought of her as dead, or in the process of being reborn, only to be suddenly once again become aware of their connection for a very short time, before it disappeared once again!

From this…He became aware that perhaps she had not perished after all and searched upon what could have happened…

Enslavement was still something around because it was something that happened everywhere. The Dragon King had tried to abolish it, but since so many people did not approve, he decided to do things his way and slowly, secretly, destroy such connections using his main power of lightning.

The Dragon King’s lightning was the most impressive power that few had seen and were aware of. If a storm is upon someone whom he had investigated, that he knew had someone enslaved, he would use that storm then to cover his cultivated lightning and break that connection without anyone knowing the wiser. His lightning was definitely powerful enough to cancel a master and slave agreement and even slightly harmed both parties, making that particular idea become something that neither of them can no longer do anymore…The master will no longer be able to enslave, and the slave will no longer be able to have a master.

The Dragon King was no fool though, he would not randomly strike anyone because it could potentially kill those who don’t have a contract and he was also trying to be discrete…

Yet, there were so many connections and so many people who knew how to do this type of cultivation technique, that he would never get on top of it all!

He was strong yes, but with the billions of people upon the planet and using his lightning to break every connection, it would take another five hundred years to reach the conclusion of no one doing enslavement ever again…He had to find another way! A much faster method!

…Especially if…His beloved Phoenix was in this predicament! It was uncertain, but after getting information and a few months of looking into the issue, it seemed that her enslavement was the most valid answer…Which only led the Dragon King to believe that the Phoenix might be an Omega, or not as powerful as he had originally thought…

It wasn’t like he knew a great deal about his Phoenix, he just felt her missing presence all the years that he’d been alive.

From the very point of knowing his creature was a dragon, he cultivated to find this information in secret. By the time he became immortal, his main objective was always to find his other half. Yet, it didn’t tell him the type of person that the Phoenix was. It didn’t tell him how long it would take to find her, or if she was as perfect for him as he feels she would be…

Even though he had started to think that the Phoenix may not be as powerful and perhaps even an Omega, it did not change his mind one bit. His dragon creature was still very obsessed and so was he…

Getting to know her could happen after she is safely in his arms, and if she needed saving before then…Well, his ego seemed happy to show her his power!

Yes, there was no mistaking the inner personality that he has hidden, due to so many years of enduring loneliness. His excitement to meet her was even a little scary. His dragon wanted to pounce and run around her at least a hundred thousand times to make up for all the years they’d been without her!

But, at least he had gotten some news and ideas on what could be happening and since it seemed like she could be enslaved, he will continued to search for her and use the storms to disconnect master’s and servant’s.

It was after all, another step closer to his goal of having her by his side. He wasn’t waiting for her anymore, he was positive she was real and here on this planet…Now…He just had to find her…Wherever she is…

***

In the country of ‘Questro’, the King there had personally seen the rainbow show itself in the bright daylight, with absolutely no cloud cover. He, a mosquito creature, was a survivor and his descendants had told him a long time ago about a rumour of a Phoenix and what the Phoenix may be able to do.

There were quite a number of things listed, which half of them had been made up, yet, many people were sure that some things on the list was something that the Phoenix could do!

Healing with tears, any type of sickness…The feathers of a Phoenix was used for more then one thing, but the most rewarding one was putting the feathers into weapons or equipment that could enhance it two-fold and personalising it to a specific person, so that no one else could touch it. Her presence sends out the feeling of calm serenity and just a look upon the Phoenix can bring a man down in the dumps, hope for a new future…

What this King was more intrigued about, was apparently the blood of a Phoenix was special and unique, especially to creatures such as his own!

He wanted to see what her blood could do!

…The list dragged on, and since it had been so long since a Phoenix was on the planet Seal, tests would have to be done to see which ideas on the list were real or not.

At first, it was not thought of at all, that the Phoenix had finally shown itself, as it had been centuries since the knowledge that the Dragon King wanting his soul mate had been let out. But, seeing a rainbow so brightly lit in the sky, and to those who saw it, they knew it meant something!

They just weren’t sure of what it was…As, it wasn’t a common occurrence to see half a rainbow, without any cloud cover or rain…It definitely had to mean something!

…This first half rainbow signified the Phoenix’s first birth, it went over much land, possibly a quarter of the planet, and so…The exact location of a little girl being born, could possibly be anywhere!

***

I was told a number of things from my first father ‘Brendon’, before he was killed.

If I wasn’t told something, I have thought about it a few times and filled in the gaps myself. I could be wrong, yet, what does it matter…Wasn’t it in the past?

Now that I was reborn once again, just like the second time, I became a small infant that had no mother or father.

…Last time, I was scattered all the way into a whole other country!

This time…Was much the same…

I had been first born in Questro, and in my second life, I had gone to Dura…Now, it seemed I had gone all the way to Ceptily…

I was on the outskirts, near the border, in a bush, and I was still quite depressed to my situation.

For eighteen years, I had to figure out what I was going to do with my life…

I knew my weakness, of that being easily taken by a master and knew that was not a life I wish to obtain…No…I wanted a chance…A chance to live a life properly, fully…

The problem was, I was learning…Learning that tears and begging did not help…Much the same as fear.

I had grown to hate humans very much to how they had treated me and was completely aware now of how cruel they could be. At first, yes, I did cry and beg, but it brought me nothing but the continuation of them not caring and using me and my creature. So, in my second life, since I had died before, I wasn’t as afraid as I used to be. Many people fear death, yet, it was something I didn’t have to fear, and it made me slightly stronger. So, instead of crying and begging, I would glare at those who treated me with cruelty and even though it got me into more trouble, what was there to be afraid of? Wouldn’t it be better to be killed and be able to restart my life?

But again, I had been wrong, because torture became worse after that and so I had to stop glaring and endure…But I no longer cried as much as I used to.

I was determined, even since nearing the end of my first life, that I wanted change, that I didn’t want a master and I had come to a decision…It’s just…

The Dragon I saw in my last seconds of my previous life popped into my head and I really did wonder on what to do.

I felt it in my heart, that he was my destiny, but how was I to find him!?

It really was a predicament, as before I saw that Dragon, I was fully intending on breaking my cultivation base and becoming a waste…But…Now…

I needed time to think of what I was going to do and how I was going to do it!

Luckily, I had eighteen years to figure it out!

Not letting out the smallest of whimpers to my state of being an infant, I stayed where I was, knowing that I probably wouldn’t die of hunger…All I needed to do was cry…And crying could be a curse, making me all better again from the beatings I used to obtain. My master’s hated that the most about me and so they would beat me again and again, just because I would heal myself at the same time. The longest I was taking a beating for, was sixteen hours, and the reason why it stopped, was because the master was too tired to continue…

It wasn’t like I didn’t feel the effects of starving, as my belly would grumble, and I’d have a dire need to want to eat. So, I’d figured out that there was only one thing would start the phase that I would have to do to combust into ash and be reborn once again, and that was a knife to the heart. Well, it wasn’t just a knife, a sword would suffice, or anything with teeth…Damage to my heart seemed to be the only thing that would start the process of the Phoenix dying…

I had been through quite an amount of ways where a normal human’s life would end, yet mine had not. Being beaten so dreadfully bad that I was unable to move…It was healed…

Slitting my wrists, having been unable to handle the tragic experience at the time, it had healed.

It really was a curse, because after the dreadful times of wishing that I had a human life, but staying alive because of my creature…I felt like another type of death did take me. My wants and desires…My life in general, my fears…It all felt wrong…

I was sure that I was supposed to achieve something faster, achieve something without so much mishaps, so much hate.

Yes…I was trying to hide it and was really scared of letting it out…That I…Was full of hatred…

But, at this moment, where I was free and did not have a master, I was taking in this small amount of happiness before it might disappear, to possibly some wolves or bears teeth to end it. If they bite me in the heart, again, I would be combusting and be flown away to start again…Again…

The strange thing about becoming ash, was the blurry figments that I could see. With little bits and pieces of seeing what was going on outside, I was able to see that three years went by from dying the first time, before I was finally reborn once again. This second time, I was ash for a year, before finally becoming the infant that I am now. A whole year…

With the little segments of information that I was able to obtain, I still didn’t know what natural beasts or cultivators may be here in Ceptily, as I’ve also never ventured far in my life…In fact, seeing the sky was a very big thing for me and I really was sucking in the glory of being reborn and having a new life!

It really sucked though, because I was so weak in this state, so I was unable to turn around or just walk around to relish even more of my freedom…No, I was stuck here and no doubt, shortly, something will come soon!

An hour later, I heard noises and a growl. Some animals either flew away or pounced, I wasn’t sure if they were natural or cultivators though and then the noises got bigger and bigger and I knew something, or someone, was coming towards me…

Just as I thought that I was going to have to turn into ash again, so quickly after being revived, I was then picked up by someone ***** and they cooed at me in confusion, “Hey, little one…What are you doing here?”

Before now, I was never able to know what others were before I cultivated myself…But strangely, I already knew this man had a wolf creature and had obviously shifted, as he was now *****.

Yes, some creatures weren’t able to be dressed upon shifting back from their creature…

But…Nakedness wasn’t really a problem here, it was more so that the man’s brown eyes reminded me of…

I looked at this man and sighed in my heart…There was less than five people who had tried to ever help me, one of them was my father…Who must have loved me because he had eventually died for me…That was my father Brendon…

As I was taken in by this wolf creature and man, who had the same eyes as my father, I accepted this new life…With hope that I can break apart my hate or continue to lock it up inside myself…

I grew up among a small wolf clan, I did see questionable eyes to how I ended up in the bush and why it felt like I acted beyond my years, so, I had to be careful.

Acting as close as I could to the age I was, I slowly grew up and finally had a less stressful upbringing then that of my first and second life’s.

***

My father was a heron creature, and he already had his family before he accidentally touched a maid, finding her to be a falcon creature. Both of the creatures had yearned for each other since that first touch and my father had let things go with the flow, having told me that he had never wanted to coax a woman so desperately in his life!

My mother’s name was Ripley and she had wavy brown hair like my own. He told me that my eyes are hers, as they had a golden tint to my yellow iris’s. She had been smaller then me though, as I was up to my father’s shoulder and my mother was up to his higher chest. But, just like the falcon, she had led a solitary life and used her predatory instincts to survive her servant’s life. With her hearing and easy, quick escape methods, it was told that my mother stayed out of trouble and was hardly ever seen…Even though she worked at my father’s residence…

He had distant eyes when he told me this story and I was at the stage back then of finally believing him to be true, but now at the present day, it felt like a very long time ago…

Since he was a heron creature, his loyalty to one wife had already been destroyed because he already had a second wife, and then he was desperate for a maid. Of course, the maid was not only a surprise to my father, but that of his first and second wives. Luckily, they did not find out about the maid until after the deed had been done and that my mother was already pregnant with me.

He had smiled, telling me it had taken two days to woe my mother over, but then he had frowned…

I really hadn’t been interested in the intimacy of his story, but he told me anyway…

Stating that it was a strange type of sex, that he had never done prior to my mother, he wondered if it was because I was the Phoenix, yet none of us had any answers to that…

Telling me that it was great, but also painful, I could only sigh now to my own memories, because to me…Sex had always been painful and never great…It wasn’t something I wanted to remember like he did…

My father’s creature had not let him finish until my mother’s had been completely ready…And by that, it meant that they were so hot that drops and drops of sweat had made the bed, which completely drenched it as though it had been in the rain. Not until both him and her were nearly suffocating into heat and dehydration, was he able to finish and accomplish his goal. He told me, even through my blushing features, that even though it was painful, he still wanted to continue it, and that feeling had only stopped upon finding my mother pregnant.

He laughed about all the excuses he had to make to disappearing back then for many hours at a time. Not only was it seen that he had not worked for an entire day, but he had not let anyone into his bed chambers as well. Not only were his other wives worried, but so were the servants whom had prepared food or staying close by, as nothing had gone in or out of that one room for so long!

He shook his head to the predicament, as he had to change his own bed around before he could let anyone in!

My mother was escorted out through a back entrance to rest, as she was thoroughly exhausted!

And, since such an occurrence took place a couple of times, and how rare and strange it was, both the maid and my father had been silent about it. It wasn’t until my mother had been four months pregnant, unable to hide it anymore, that my father sighed and said he had to take her in as a wife.

He looked in the distance then, his thoughts far from being beside me…

I hadn’t spoken much to my father in the whole time that he had come to met me. In fact, it was worrying that someone would come, because I still had a master and we were hidden in a cave. At this time in my first life, I was being hidden by the Mosquito King himself and his palace resided underground…My cave was a desolate cave that was only able to be entered by the King himself and no one else. He…He had treated me the worst in my first life…Yet…

I wondered how my father had found me there, even in this present day…The underground palace was filled with royal mosquito people and there were so many of them that they didn’t need the other population to come and help by being servants or guards.

I did happen to hear that this was normal there, so when I had gone to the country of Dura, I had been surprised to how they had lived there, thinking that it was strange…

My father though, he was even sure that no one was to come and that he wasn’t going to leave until he told me about my story and how special I was.

I remembered being a bit worried about his presence, but…He still did speak what he wanted to, before he left…

…He knew it right from the beginning, because of the completely rare way that not only how I was conceived but because his creature and my mother’s creature yearned for each other, until the pregnancy finally happened.

Cravings of burning hot food and that of colored food…My father told me that since I am the Phoenix, burning hot food seems to make sense, yet the colored food…

My mother would have a food of different colors every day, for at least a month, and that was the only reason my father was able to work out what she was doing, yet, never understood why. It didn’t matter what the food was, just as long as she had the color. Whether it be green lettuce or green celery…It just had to be green. Chillies or capsicum, as long as it was red…

My mother apparently drank more then twice the amount of water that his other wives drank, always saying that she was hot and bothered. There were the times that my father said he couldn’t even touch her because he would get burnt!

Another unexplainable event back then, was birds of all kinds would slowly creep towards my mother and look as though they were bowing!

Not only his creature, but other creatures that were close by my mother, would unintentionally want to bow as well!

Then, another thing that had surprised him, was the way that my mother had made a nest for herself before giving birth. Fire…She had wanted fire, fragrant herbs and spices, including cinnamon and myrrh. My father showed me his excitement while telling me this, and I doubt he was less excited years ago upon this really happening! He even told me that he was faithful to my mother from the time that he first touched her. He was not a faithful creature, or person, not bothering to really love one at a time, yet, he was unable to be with another since my mother!

Even when he did get burnt, he still wanted to touch her. Even when she ate weird things and the weird fact that creatures came to prostate themselves to her, he was the loyalist he’s ever been to a woman!

…But what he told me, really didn’t help me at the time.

I wasn’t special…Well, I had not felt special at all. I felt like a lap rat, a person that had no rights to anything, even to think properly.

I knew things were a little different to me then to other enslaved people, as I was able to fight the connection and desires more, but I was still unable to break the connection completely. I was also unable to completely eradicate their desires from my head!

After telling me his story, my father got up and kissed me on my forehead, telling me to be strong and to never give up hope. He told me that I will be reborn and that I must always take care of myself…And then he was gone…

Not long after, I heard he had died in the attempt to killing my master, the Mosquito King.

His attempt might have looked half hearted or even crazy, but I was never able to forget that my father had tried his hardest to obtain my freedom once again!

With blood being something found as a weakness to the King, that is what my father had used. He contaminated the blood of which the Mosquito King drank and from then on, the King was poisoned and even though my father died in the process, it was a few days after that, that my connection had been cut!

Through all this, no one ever knew, that particular man was the one who helped bring me into this world. He was a ‘nomad who went crazy’, but he was the first person that had put their own life on the line to try and help me…And it had made me very sad!

That was the strongest memory that I had on my first life…Not only because of my father’s actions, but that he was the reason that I became free from my second master. Of course, it had not helped me, because I also died in the process, but I had died free…

I did remember what happened to me after a year that I was first born, but I had to be told that of the burning house and killing three people upon my birth…Including that of my own mother…

This had made me undoubtedly sad, as right from the start, I was a murderer…I had even killed my own birth mother and will never get the chance to met her, to have her grow old with me by her side and for her to teach me right from wrong…It was also like a stain upon my heart…Someone who deserved every bit of bad luck given to her…

Perhaps, my hatred is kept at bay because of what I did to my mother. Perhaps, I feel like I deserve this type of existence…

Yet, at the same time, if I had a choice, I could honestly state that I wish I hadn’t burned down the house and killed those people!

But it was done! She was gone, and I had spent years figuring out that I needed to accept this and move on as best as I could from it. So, from my second life, it might still be a stain upon my life, but I choose to believe that I don’t deserve more of what I have lived through. You could probably say that my first agonizing life, was for justice of my mother’s death. But, now that I was in my third life, I needed…Yes, I needed to live for me!

I can’t continue to believe that I’m bad luck and that I was a murderer from the beginning. What I want to believe now, was that I had paid for my crime of accidentally and unknowingly killing three people, and I was going to start a fresh…

Sadly, the only motherly love I have received, was from an elderly woman for eight years, in both lives…And there’s just so much bad things that happened afterwards, to always think that time as gratitude all this time. I feel blessed, yet, I feel like maybe I could have been better not knowing a devoted type of love before, because I had not felt it since…

I know what it’s like to be ignorant, and I wished now that I was ignorant of that love, so that I could have survived better when I had been taken by force to never see the light of day for months at a time. If I never knew what I was missing out on…

No, I suppose, since I have overcome that now…Again…That it is probably good that I knew how to be fun and compassionate. Otherwise, I may have never become the person I am now…Perhaps I might have taken a whole other path that was…A lot different to this one…

…I was taken away by my father’s own, old nanny. Back then, I had no idea how close to death she was already, but it was only a couple of years before she had died, and I was fending for myself for the first time.

…She had been such a lovely old lady…

Taken away in secret, as though I was never born, I was to grow up in the old lady’s humble house that was near the sea. My father had told me that he was glad to protect me, that he was worried about me staying there in his residence and being brought up with bullying and abandonment. That, making me live far away, it was the best that he could do at the time…

His nanny’s name was Edna and she had a dolphin creature. She told me that she was actually really happy to live away from my father and the capital, because she much preferred to stay closer to the sea.

The Mosquito capital, named Torte, was bordering the sea but the sea was outside of the city gates and was very much guarded by many of the mosquito people. So, for Edna and I to live near the sea, we had to travel quite a number of days before we weren’t going to be a hindrance to the mosquito clan and King.

Because the Mosquito King was like this, taking possession of most of the water and being one known to suck the blood out of young maidens, he was not a likeable King by many and the capital was the second lowest population on the planet of Seal. At least half of the population they had in Questro, was that of their own creatures of mosquito’s, making it also a place hard to obtain and take over, if one was to go to war with them. Most of the cultivated powers that they used had to do with their blood or the blood of their enemies, making them quite a tough foe, yet, they also had their weaknesses, just like everyone else. Once, they had been flooded and lost a substantial amount of population, only to have gained numbers once again fifty years ago and the other weakness was the obvious thought of through their strength, which was blood. Poison was still the best-known strategy to defeat them, yet who would take the risk of poisoning their own blood?

So…For quite a long period of time, the mosquito clan has resided and stayed here in their capital, not ever being completely exterminated.

Even though the mosquito clan and Mosquito King had their problems, there was still one capital in Dura that had less population, and that was because of yet another resilient and old type of creature that people possessed…And that was cockroaches…

The capital in Dura was called Sirest and the Cockroach King had claimed any type of good thing for him, leaving the rest of the population to have to endure with even less than that of any other country, making many people try to leave in the prospect of finding a better future.

What the cockroaches were good at, was team work and they would always come out in flocks, making one unable to get away…

My life there had been…The worst. It wasn’t just the Palace that was under the earth, it was the entire capital…For much of my life in Dura, I spent very little time being out in the open…

But, not particularly wanting to think of that particular life, I focused once again on Edna…Remembering my time with her was a lot better than…