Johanna pov

i am a middle ranked old soul. i have several memories from my past life, but very few concrete details. i think i was a half elf in my past life, but i am not sure.

when i was young, too young to remember, i was dropped off at inside a forest on a mountain. no one knows why i was dropped off there or who did it, but the fact remains that i, an infant human child, was left alone inside a dangerous forest.

luckily some nymphs found me before one of the many dangerous lesser beasts, draconics, undead, monsters, etc. found me. they took me in for a while before giving me over too an old halfling that lived on top of the mountain, of course i still regularly went to play with the nymphs that lived in the forest, my oldest memory is of playing with a certain dryad in the forest.

after about 2 years of living in that village a boy came to the house we were living at, he had a far away look in his eyes, like he was looking at everything, yet seeing nothing, if that makes any sense. after about a week he started to join some of the older kids while they were training, i didn't really think about it at the time, but after a while i started to become curious.

after around 5-6 months i decided to join them. after a couple days i got used to the training and began to notice that the boy was disappearing every day after training, so, naturally, i got curious and started to follow him. i would watch as he continued training every day until he passed out, when he did so i would carry him back to the house and let him rest.

one day i decided to join in on this extra training, i found it to straining on my body so i lessened the load too make it more bearable. after some time passed i noticed that i was getting really strong, although i was still far behind the boy, evidently the trainers also noticed this and encouraged us, it was around that time i noticed that i enjoyed training with the boy.

one night, after training, we were chased down the mountain by a wild boar at night, it also happened to be the night of the full moon so we didn't get help from my nymph friends. after the boar left us alone i tripped and sprained my ankle. the boy didn't hesitate to pick me up and carry me on his shoulders even though he was already exhausted. he got us back into the house where we both lived by morning. there my adopted mother, Mary, healed my ankle and helped me place the boy, who had fallen down, on his bed.

he didn't wake up for a week, i cried for the first time in my life, other than when i was born, during that week. i thought that the boy was going to die, i didn't leave his side at all during that week, i didn't go to training, any meal i ate was brought up to me, i even slept on mat by his bed. when he finally woke up i hugged him and cried, this time tears of relief.

after a couple years of constantly accelerating training the boy pulled out some poison and a couple bracelets. he put the bracelets on and rarely took them off, only when he gave them to Mary who did something to them before giving them back to him. he also took a small amount of poison everyday, with the amount become larger every day.

'is this boy trying to kill himself?' Johanna

i remember thinking to myself several times when he would intentionally poison himself. eventually i asked the strangely silent boy that i had come to admire why he was doing it, and what the bracelets were. he told me that he building his immunity to poisons and that the bracelets had gravity magic. i didn't start using the poisons for about a year, but i would use the gravity bracelets.

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a little while latter, on a full moon, while i was heading home from the extra training i was attacked by a wolf man i had never seen before, he was rather strong and easily overpowered me. after subduing me he started to take his pants off before i heard the sound of a really sharp object slicing through flesh and bone. the blood spraying from his neck covered me and the boy as the head fell forward, barely attached to the rest of his body.

after that he picked up the body and started to drag it off into the forest, so i decided to help him out. after a while we came across a bears cave, where we through the body into. i could hear the sounds of flesh being riped apart and eaten while i continued to follow the boy to a river. he took his cloths off and started to wash the blood off of them while instructing me to do the same.

after we both finished cleaning the blood off of ourselves he went back to the same location only to find a pack of wild dogs licking the blood up, so we went back home and went to sleep. that was the moment i realized what i truly felt for the boy, i didn't even know his name yet and i still fell in love with him. i don't think anyone really knew his name, he rarely talked and no one refereed to him by his name.

a little while after that he started challenging some of the older trainees to duels, winning almost every time. a little while later i decided to do the same. after a little while i noticed that he would disappear several times every week, so, naturally, one time i followed him.

i found him stalking a guy i hadn't seen before. he continued doing that for a long time, keeping notes of him. after a while the man went into a back alley and the boy snuck up on him and sliced through his vocal cords and snapping his neck, there was very little blood. he went on to carry the body to the same cave he carried the guy who attacked me too before.

after washing his clothes of the small amount of blood that dripped on them he went home and fell asleep. the next day i acted as if nothing had happened, it wasn't that surprising to me for some reason. i would continue to follow him every time he disappeared like that, it was strangely exhilarating and addicting, watching as he plots out various murders. that bear is now known as the king of the forest and has a voracious appetite for the residents of the village, however he has never attacked the boy or i, even acting docile around us.

we continued like that for several years, with me trying to get him to fall in love with me the entire time, before some fucking bitch raped the boy. the next day instead of the dead eyes he had had for as long as i had known him, they had a touch of warmth in them when he looked at me. it made me feel happy, safe.

"i just realized that i don't know your name yet." boy

i was shocked, that was the first time i had ever heard him talk at any time other than when he was answering a question.

"it's Johanna" Johanna

"I'm jack, i know it's kind of late to say this but, it's nice to meet you." jack

"yeah, it is kinda late." Johanna

i was more happy than i have ever been in my life at that moment, the boy, jack, finally started to open up to me. the rest of the story? now thats for another time.

end Johanna pov

i really liked writing this pov.

so what do you guys think of jack's and johanna's past?