I thought about it all day. What could have happened that got me my eyes back? Let’s go through it all once more
I ‘woke up’ there, in my dreams. IT, whatever its name may be, told me my real name, 片 Kata. Then IT shouted at me for not knowing what my real name is. That was basically it. How could that give me back my eyes?
Could it really be because IT told me my real name? But that wouldn’t make sense. IT wants to see me suffer, and I’m sure IT wants to take full control someday too. There's no sense in IT helping me so freely to turn back. There must be some catch to it.
Although I’m still unsure about ITs real intentions, now I do know that it really was my name that helped me turn back. It took quite a while till I found out what power my real name had. And what power I had if I knew ITs real name. But I can’t simply break of the whole tale here.
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I slowly woke up in a warm bed, a rather slender arm lying on me. It took me a moment to realize this wasn't a dream, would've been the only good one I had for as long as I can remember. Not fully awake I stared at the ceiling for some time, my thoughts so far away I didn't have any.
Still lying down, I looked around a bit. I was in some house. There was a table with two chairs, a bow and some arrows near a door, another door, a fireplace, still some faint glowing embers in it. On the floor where some clothes, they seemed familiar.
Then this thought slowly came up from somewhere. This arm on my chest, this wasn't mine. Mine was touching some soft skin. I looked to the other side of me and fell out of the bed in fright, landing on the hard, wooden floor. Ouch.
From the jerk Ingrid woke up too, sitting up and grasping the blanket to cover herself.
“I did this for you!” She roared immediately
“Thanks... I guess”
“I heard some loud sound outside last night, turned out it was you. Fell asleep beside my door and fell over. You were ice cold. Pale skin, blue lips & all.”
“Ok... but wouldn't just lighting a fire... been enough?”
“I didn't want it to be my fault you froze to death, so I wanted to make sure. But don't you tell anyone about this! This was a one time occasion! Understood?”
“Sure, stays between me and you.”
“And... I am sorry for yesterday, shouldn't have shouted at you because of this old bastard. I'll let you stay, as long as you're a help on the hunt. Else I'll kick you out. Got it!?”
“No worries, forgiven, understood & accepted. But one question-”
“Your clothes? They're by the fireplace”
I looked down at myself and reddend again.
“...n... no... but thanks...”
I paused shortly, trying to get somehow comfortable with the situation of being around her naked, again.
“How... how did you get me in here?”
She laughed “Easy, I'm a hunter, I'm used to carrying full grown deer to this place. I admit you are a bit heavier, but I didn't need to carry you very far.”
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A Small Measure of Peace
Martin seemed to be a nice man. He didn't talk very much on the way but every now and then he looked at me and smiled.
I guess he was a little bit smaller than most people, as he was only two heads taller than myself. He was about the same age father... was, maybe a little older.
I can't tell why but I somehow knew from the beginning he was a sincere & honest man. He had no reason to wish bad things on anyone. Nor did he want any bad things to happen to himself or the people who are dear to him.
' 'ere we er wee 'un'
Picture house by 0BO
Music A Small Measure of Peace by Hans Zimmer
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Panic Music 2
What should I do? If someone finds me here like this... I need to find some water
After wandering through the forest for some time, partially looking for water, partially lost in thought, the blood started to dry. To crumble. I could just scratch it off. And so I did.
I did get most of it off but still there were visible remains. I had to find some water.
Picture Blood on Cloak 2 by mohzart
Music Panic Music 2 by FesliyanStudios
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Kioku
There I was; No arms, No legs, lying in a pool of my own blood. And around was nothing. Again. Like the first time I was here. Just me and this... nothing-ness.
Is this how people die? What happens to them after they died? No afterlife, no great god waiting for you?
Suddenly a drop of blood fell on my face. As I turned my head IT was standing right over me. Scared the shit out of me.
$$$cärêd? Ha ha ha ha Ït's $ssûrrêlÿ mørrrê fùn tô ssséé ÝØÛ $sstrrûgglë øût thërê, sssø Ï'll gîvë cøntrrrôlè båck tø yôu Ha ha ha ha
Picture source unkown
Music Kioku from Jigoku Shoujo
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Floating
I woke up again.
So, my name… my real name is 片 Kata. It’ll take time to get used to, I think. And IT doesn’t want to tell me its name. Why?
With all these thoughts it took a while till I noticed that it’s dark around me.
Am I blind now? Don’t I have eyes anymore?
Carefully I got up. Something in my view was changing. I could see silhouettes like before, but it wasn’t because something was gleaming. I saw things in the dark.
I found my way out of the cave. It was already morning again. The sun had risen and the birds were chirping in the trees. Suddenly I noticed the difference. I could see everything normally again. My view was clear, normally coloured. No blur, no gleaming things.
I looked down at myself, but I got disappointed. Still this burned flesh, these claws. Without much more hope I went to the pond again.
No ears, no nose, no hair. Razorsharp teeth, but my eyes weren’t black anymore.
So, somehow I did make progress. Only question is; How?
Picture Forest Pond by Ruth-Tay
Music Floating by Andreas B.
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A Hard Teacher
Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder.
Looking around I was kneeling in grass. No more trees around me. The hand was a man's. It was big and scarred, but it's touch gentle.
'Wha's wi' ye wee 'un?'
I tried to say something but I couldn't bring out a word. I began to cry.
'Noo Noo, na need te blart. Ye git a name?'
'...Bjorn' I said faintly
'So Bjorn, ye hungry?'
I nodded, wiping away my tears
'Folloo me then. Name is Martin by th' wey'
Picture Male Peasant by dashinvaine
Music A Hard Teacher by Hans Zimmer
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I could take care of the blood on the bow later. People might notice it, but I am hunting after all. It's easy enough to just tell them it's the blood of some prey or maybe even my own... That sounds like a good idea, make up some story where I hurt myself because I wasn't careful. Some story where I learned something from it. Yeah I think people won't question that much... but I guess they won't question that it's animal blood either.
As long as I don't tell anyone it's the blood of some, probably noble, hunter whose head I cut off...
Wow... how easily I can let that run through my mind... I cut off someones head. I decapitated a human. And still... the thought... awakens no big response in me...
I mean, Yes, he was helping someone that wanted to kill me. I was only defending myself but... I can't help thinking that running away would've been enough... but then again I didn't really have any control over what happened...
I guess in the end... it's not really my fault... right, it's not me who did it.
Årë yøû rællý sâtissfïéd wìth zåt? Säyîng ít wâssn't yöú? Sâyïng ìt's zë fåült øf sômeöne élsè?
Ye... no... but...
Ït's yøµr fâült wæ gøt ïntô zåt sitûätiøn. I jµst dïd whæt häd tô bë dønê tó gèt üs øût öf ît ågæîn.
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$sø døn't hïdê bæhînd thåt lïæ, yøû'rë nô kïddô ånýmørë.
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Note from the Author
Completely forgot to make an episode for last friday, sorry. I’ll make it up with an extra episode this week ^_^
Thanks for Reading, Thanks for Following, and a nice week to all of you :)
I checked out my hand, it had healed already since yesterday. Only a small scar was left of the wound. I cautiously got up, stood on one knee and checked the leg the hound bit into. Lord Raspberry-head continued shouting, stomping and wildly waving his hands through the air so he didn't seem to care much about it.
Those are quite deep, and thorn up too... if that damn hound hadn't... fuck! This will take some time, even with ITs help.
All of sudden I heard the unsheathing of a sword through the shouting. I was half-prepared for this so I wanted to jump back, out of his reach. But my left leg didn't like that idea, it stung like hell. Thanks to hands and the other leg I got up and a bit backwards, but from there on it was more stumbling than jumping.
Before I could get out of his reach, I hit the tree whose roots I fell over.
Fuck!... at least it stopped me from falling
He forcefully swung his sword over his head and at me. He was wide open, this man was either no good swordsman, or his rage had consumed him completely. Lucky for me he didn't quite think about the tree and chopped into it before he could hit me.
Before he could swing another time I jumped to the side, trying to put near to all force on my right leg. Both while jumping and while landing again. Jumping kinda worked, it wasn't like I felt nothing, but far less than at my first jump.
Landing didn't work quite as well. I managed to land on my right foot, without the left even touching ground. But I lost my balance and had to cross-step to stop my body, meaning I had to put all my weight on the left leg.
“AHHHHHH!!!!”
It was stinging even more than the first time. I could feel how more blood was running out of the wound instantly.
Cømë ôñ. ¥ øû knôw yöù'vé gøt me, Ï cån hælp yôµ. Jús$st håvæ tø lêävé mè öút he he he
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I woke up just after sunrise. Birds were chirping all around, the sun was behind me and I had some breakfast with me. I had left over some smaller pieces of the horse meat from my last meal. And even tho cold, they were still tasty.
Getting down from the tree was, just like getting up, not very difficult. I took a look around, to see if anyone or anything was nearby. Nothing.
“Lets see... plan for today... drench thirst, wash blood of my... the stuff I found... hmm... lets see how long that takes. After that maybe try to find my bow and arrows again. Sun will surely be down by that time.”
So I set out to follow that plan.
Went to the nearby beck and drank some water. As I wanted to begin washing of the blood from the stuff I found, I realized that I had no idea how to go about it. The water was shallow, the current was weak, so I decided to just put everything in the water. Except my pants. Then I ripped a piece of cloth out of my pants and used that for cleaning the stuff.
Getting the blood off the Flint & Iron was easy enough. Cleaning it off the whetstone wasn't difficult either. After that I cleaned the knife and the arrow quiver. Cleaning the bow was more difficult. The crust of dried blood came of easily enough, but below that some blood had drawn into the wood. It seemed like my scrubbing had no effect, no matter how long I tried to.
“Guess I'll have to hide that somehow... maybe with more blood on the bow”
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Something ripped me out of my sleep.
As I opened my eyes I saw the ground below me, and it was coming towards me quickly.
After what felt like a moment or two I was wake enough to realize it wasn't the ground coming towards me, but me falling down towards it. Down from my safe branch.
Why had this to happen this night? Is it just a coincidence or is it somehow connected to me thinking about it earlier? And if yes, how could thinking about something affect if it's going to happen? I mean, naturally if you plan on going hunting and shoot a deer, that does affect it very much. If you hadn't had that thought you might have not gone to do that. But something like this, like thinking about that it'd hurt to stumble and fall on your face and it then happening only a while later. That can't be connected, right?
Suddenly I noticed this pain in my arm, and through that also how numb my whole body was. It was transforming, beginning at my elbow and slowly crawling towards my hand. Slowly it moved, I didn't have any control over it, towards the tree, reaching for it.
Then things began to get faster, I was falling faster, my arm was moving faster.
© The Zero 零 Squad, 2013-2016
I'm a guy from Norway, 96 model. But enough about me, on this blog you'll mostly find stuff about Bjorn. Maybe I'll add a few short stories of other characters too after a while but for now it's Bjorn.
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