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Everything was dark (bet you're getting tired of hearing that). As I sat there thinking of how my life had become like this. I had only been in my 21-year-old and I had so many regrets. My mum had run away with a different man when I was just 1 year old and I didn't remember much about her. My father had been always very busy in his work. Every time he came home he seemed to have more grey hairs and more baggy eyes which are likely why he had had a heart attack at work at the age of 52 when I was 17. I have an older brother. He had been born with long brown hair in a ponytail, his eyes were deep brown and he was 28 at the time. When my father died he took me in. he had given me my first car. I hope he was ok. I started to get sad so I tried to look around.
A light started to leak into my view. I could see the sky, a deep blue that seemed to reach forever with small white and grey clouds. A small bird that I didn't recognise flew past. It was a dark green with a yellow beak as it flew up past me. Small birch trees were next to me with green leaves whispering in the wind like little fairies. Wildflowers were all around me from small pink ones, many leafed yellows and powerful reds with small bees buzzing around on them. Grass titled me. I could see a small dirt road off to the side and I tried to walk over to it.
It was then when I tried to move and then found out I had no arms, legs and not even a body. I started to panic and tried to move again and again. What the hell had those people done to me? I would find them and report them. I must have been drugged or something and I must have been dreaming. No way was there an afterlife that just what people believe in for them were fearful of death. No way. No way. My brother will find me I can't be far from.... from. I could not remember how I had died but I couldn't have died that would be a sissy. I'm here now. These voices must have been a dream. A dream. A dream. I fell unconscious!
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When I awoke I could see the weather had changed for the worsted. It started to rain. I had to get out of here before I froze to death (i could still fell the cold which is good I think) and find my home. That was when I hear the sound of snapping twigs.
"Are you sure it's this way?" came a thick male grunt from behind me
"Who's the tracker here," came much softer voice female voice
"Can we stop lassy ya legs may be as long as a whip spider but I'm sure as hell ain't got no long stump like you and your type," came a second male voice with a light Scottish accent.
"Fine, I and Dadrin will have the camp set up. may you please go get the firewood, I think we may need it tonight," the female said looking up at the sky. (Ok, I was guessing she was looking up at the sky as I couldn't look behind me).
I could hear and fell foot set coming closer. the vibration seems to grow as very footfall came closer. I tried to call out to them.
*Help. I'm over here, help*
I hear the foot set getting closer as a face looked down at me. his face was large with small eyes and a large nose that look like it would fit better on a pig. He had a bald face with a long black scar moving down his face. Massive tree trunk like arms was holding some sticks in him spade-sized arms.
"What does we have here then," his gruff voice grunted as he reached down and picked me up. Wait... picked me up. I tried to look around and found why I couldn't move my body. I had nobody. aww hell.
"now your a nice little gem and you glow. well, at last, this shit show of a job might be worth something," the monster of a man muttered.
So that dream was real. Well, great now I get to spend my life as a gem. Smashing. Just what I wanted to do with my life. Well maybe someone can get me my body back. If I can be turned into a living rock then someone must be able to give me a body back and make me able to get back home away from whatever this is. Well, for now, i will just go with it. (Not like I could do something. I can't even talk.)
The big meaty hand moved me to one of the pouches on his belt. ( Is that a sword on his back?!?)