(I am sorry for any spelling, or grammar mistakes as I wrote this for fun without going off anything but my head. I also wrote it at 1-2am..)
CHAPTER 1 : Prologue
He gasped for air as he was struck in the stomach by a sword, he clutched at the sword that had pierced through him. forcing it back out. The pain That he had not felt in many years finally got to him. He thought to himself, “was I too arrogant?” The man who’d struck him smiled. “Like the feeling of that poison within my sword? You shall suffer for all the deeds you’ve done, Abigor…” he said smiling still. Abigor curled his lip in pain but also anger. He held onto the hole that the sword had dug out feeling sharp pains from the poisons. Feeling the surge of anger Abigor looked at him and stated, “I will rip you to shreds, even if it costs me my life.” In that moment Abigor fell to the floor, and everything went blank.
(Idk how to feel about this.. this is my first time writing la story like this so lmk how you feel—Anyways, onto next chap?)
CHAPTER 2: Reborn
When Abigor awakened something felt off, and different. Blinking, everything was blurred. He tried to let out sound only to hear a voice that was not his. He frowned when he heard “his” voice. looking at his hands they were small and most definitely not his.
He said in a slightly squeaky or childish voice, “Am I dreaming?” He saw the door knob twist from where he was. as the door opened he saw what looked like a maid. She came forward to pick him up. Abigor tried to move away from her grasp but He was too small to fight back. He accepted the humiliation of being carried by the strange maid. He was carried out as if he was a child. The maid carried him to the closet filled of clothing. She grabbed clothing and quickly dressed him. Abigor Frowned the whole time wondering why a maid would dare to get close to him. After the maid had hurriedly dressed him she picked him up once more, he ended up saying, “Am I a toy for you to carry around?!?” The maid looked at him with a shocked face as the three year old had spoken very clearly. She continued to carry Him to where breakfast would be served. The original owner of this bodies family was all at the table.
STORY HAS BEEN UNFORTUNATELY STOPPED AS I AM UNSURE WHERE TO CONTINUE AND WHAT DRAMA TO ADD. AND IVE FORGOTTEN THE PLOTS I WANTED! SORRY!!
( I’m tired so I’m going to bed but perhaps I shall continue tmrw!!
