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Fanfic: IMMORTAL
Chapter: IMMORTAL
Hello leude. My second fanfic is now and has nothing to do with Dragonball hope it doesn't matter ^^. I hope you enjoy reading. Your Lilliana
Immortal
I was once told that when you die you live your whole life again.
In those few minutes, you see things as they really were.
You hear the noises and smell the smells again that occur in a lifetime. And you see yourself, you see your unadulterated self. You see yourself as you really were at the bottom of your heart, as it sounded when you talked, cried, walked or just breathed.
You feel as if you were one with the air that surrounds the people and then for a brief moment, even for a brief moment, you believe that these people see you.
And then, ……… ..then comes the darkness, the complete darkness.
1. Chapter
My forehead was hot. I had a high fever for several days. The sheet on my bed was damp and my room, which was in a brothel on the outskirts of town, was stuffy. But……………………. but there was nobody there except me and my fever. There was no one to help me. It has always been like that. And gradually I got used to the thought of dying
I imagined heaven as a place of oblivion, a place of peace.
I didn't know yet how much I was wrong!
The days dragged on and then it came, the day I died. At first I felt nothing but an overwhelming joy that the pain was over. But then ……………… then I didn't even feel joy anymore. It got dark and I slipped out of the world into which I was born.
My mother hated me from the moment I was born, so I had not had a very happy childhood.She was the most expensive whore in the neighborhood and even the richest found it difficult to get hold of her, but that was a long way from having a carefree life. Maybe it's a little understandable why she hated me.
Because of me (I was the result of a relationship with one of my mother's clients), she lost her rank as the best. Incidentally, I was born in Scotland in 1748, or more precisely, in Inverness, and died when I was fourteen on the threshold of my fifteenth birthday.
After I was born, I was her scapegoat, so to speak. When something wasn't what she wanted, she would beat me almost to death, most of the time.
Later her lover Jake joined them. He was the type of man who, so to speak, got confirmation from children that he was desirable. Sometimes my mother would watch him torture and then rape me. It was like being in a theater for her. She sat down on a chair opposite the table I was lying on and when I screamed, she laughed heartily.I didn't think I would be overly missed.
The darkness I found myself in was only the beginning, an adventurous and difficult journey.
I didn't know how much time I spent in the dark, but at some point I kind of fell asleep. I sleep a lot in a long and deep sleep.
2. Chapter
My face was wet. So it was raining ……………. or did I cry? As my senses gradually cleared, I saw that it was raining. I was lying on the floor and, to my horror, I wasn't wearing anything. But I'm dead ... . . . . . . I'm dead, how can it be that this, heaven, is such a place?
So I lay stark naked on the floor and kept asking myself the same question. But then I came to the conclusion that it would not help and that I should look for a shelter soon, because I did not get warmer from thinking.
I struggled to my feet and first shuffled under a large tree.It was raining heavily but still I realized that it was a clearing where I was.
The tree was a sheltering place and so I could calm down a bit and organize my thoughts. I had already come to the conclusion that I was cold and further thinking about my death would not help and so I waited for it to stop raining and tried to warm myself as much as possible. The ground was littered with leaves about the size of a giant tortoise.
And when it stopped raining I grabbed one of these leaves and headed west. Or at least I thought so.
On my way through the forest that I didn't walk around on sticks and stones but on nice dense grass. If I took a closer look at the trees I could see them glowing slightly golden. It was a beautiful forest and I took the liberty to enjoy walking on the damp grass. But this joy did not last long, because suddenly I noticed that it was quiet around me.The birds had stopped singing and before I knew it I had tripped over a root.
And then he came …………………… the one who should bring my whole "life" out of joint (even if my life never had joints). At first I only saw his boots. They were boots made of the finest leather with beautiful marks on them as I noticed. When I looked up I saw a green cloak that was held together with a leaf-shaped clasp. And then I saw his face. It was shaped evenly. His nose was a bit too long but that made him look even more beautiful. He had green eyes and a mouth that was actually made to laugh, but it looked like he wasn't laughing very much with them. And his hair was blond as a wheat field.
But he didn't seem to find me that stunning because he slowly pulled his sword out of its scabbard and held it to my throat. He says something in a strange language and looked at me expectantly.When I just continued to stare at him, he repeated the sentence and underlined it with a gesture of his sword (he slowly ran it up and down my throat). When I came to the conclusion that maybe he wanted me to get up, I did just that and sat up, struggling to hold the sheet of paper around my body. He gave me a piercing look and then his gaze slid down to me and my makeshift clothing, with mockingly raised eyebrows. But suddenly he stopped and pointed to a place on my hip. I looked down at myself and saw a burn. Jake did it to me, I was still thinking when he suddenly started to speak: "Who are you?"
It was quiet. I felt uncomfortable and pressed the sheet even tighter against my body. "WHO are you? He emphasized the first word so much that I gave myself a jerk to answer:" My name is Lilliana Hoffman! I come from . . . . . . . . .! "I couldn't go on talking because I didn't know.He scratched my today lightly with his sword and a small trickle of blood ran down my skin. A contrast to the pallor of my skin. I gasped and took a step backwards. I made another one and I stumbled again over the root that had already brought me to fall. I hit the ground hard and decided to lie there and pass out, which wasn't difficult because I actually passed out. I could still feel the stranger lifting me up, but then it got dark again.
Immortal
I was once told that when you die you live your whole life again.
In those few minutes, you see things as they really were.
You hear the noises and smell the smells again that occur in a lifetime. And you see yourself, you see your unadulterated self. You see yourself as you really were at the bottom of your heart, as it sounded when you talked, cried, walked or just breathed.
You feel as if you were one with the air that surrounds the people and then for a brief moment, even for a brief moment, you believe that these people see you.
And then, ……… ..then comes the darkness, the complete darkness.
1. Chapter
My forehead was hot. I had a high fever for several days. The sheet on my bed was damp and my room, which was in a brothel on the outskirts of town, was stuffy. But……………………. but there was nobody there except me and my fever. There was no one to help me. It has always been like that. And gradually I got used to the thought of dying
I imagined heaven as a place of oblivion, a place of peace.
I didn't know yet how much I was wrong!
The days dragged on and then it came, the day I died. At first I felt nothing but an overwhelming joy that the pain was over. But then ……………… then I didn't even feel joy anymore. It got dark and I slipped out of the world into which I was born.
My mother hated me from the moment I was born, so I had not had a very happy childhood.She was the most expensive whore in the neighborhood and even the richest found it difficult to get hold of her, but that was a long way from having a carefree life. Maybe it's a little understandable why she hated me.
Because of me (I was the result of a relationship with one of my mother's clients), she lost her rank as the best. Incidentally, I was born in Scotland in 1748, or more precisely, in Inverness, and died when I was fourteen on the threshold of my fifteenth birthday.
After I was born, I was her scapegoat, so to speak. When something wasn't what she wanted, she would beat me almost to death, most of the time.
Later her lover Jake joined them. He was the type of man who, so to speak, got confirmation from children that he was desirable. Sometimes my mother would watch him torture and then rape me. It was like being in a theater for her. She sat down on a chair opposite the table I was lying on and when I screamed, she laughed heartily.I didn't think I would be overly missed.
The darkness I found myself in was only the beginning, an adventurous and difficult journey.
I didn't know how much time I spent in the dark, but at some point I kind of fell asleep. I sleep a lot in a long and deep sleep.
2. Chapter
My face was wet. So it was raining ……………. or did I cry? As my senses gradually cleared, I saw that it was raining. I was lying on the floor and, to my horror, I wasn't wearing anything. But I'm dead ... . . . . . . I'm dead, how can it be that this, heaven, is such a place?
So I lay stark naked on the floor and kept asking myself the same question. But then I came to the conclusion that it would not help and that I should look for a shelter soon, because I did not get warmer from thinking.
I struggled to my feet and first shuffled under a large tree.It was raining heavily but still I realized that it was a clearing where I was.
The tree was a sheltering place and so I could calm down a bit and organize my thoughts. I had already come to the conclusion that I was cold and further thinking about my death would not help and so I waited for it to stop raining and tried to warm myself as much as possible. The ground was littered with leaves about the size of a giant tortoise.
And when it stopped raining I grabbed one of these leaves and headed west. Or at least I thought so.
On my way through the forest that I didn't walk around on sticks and stones but on nice dense grass. If I took a closer look at the trees I could see them glowing slightly golden. It was a beautiful forest and I took the liberty to enjoy walking on the damp grass. But this joy did not last long, because suddenly I noticed that it was quiet around me.The birds had stopped singing and before I knew it I had tripped over a root.
And then he came …………………… the one who should bring my whole "life" out of joint (even if my life never had joints). At first I only saw his boots. They were boots made of the finest leather with beautiful marks on them as I noticed. When I looked up I saw a green cloak that was held together with a leaf-shaped clasp. And then I saw his face. It was shaped evenly. His nose was a bit too long but that made him look even more beautiful. He had green eyes and a mouth that was actually made to laugh, but it looked like he wasn't laughing very much with them. And his hair was blond as a wheat field.
But he didn't seem to find me that stunning because he slowly pulled his sword out of its scabbard and held it to my throat. He says something in a strange language and looked at me expectantly.When I just continued to stare at him, he repeated the sentence and underlined it with a gesture of his sword (he slowly ran it up and down my throat). When I came to the conclusion that maybe he wanted me to get up, I did just that and sat up, struggling to hold the sheet of paper around my body. He gave me a piercing look and then his gaze slid down to me and my makeshift clothing, with mockingly raised eyebrows. But suddenly he stopped and pointed to a place on my hip. I looked down at myself and saw a burn. Jake did it to me, I was still thinking when he suddenly started to speak: "Who are you?"
It was quiet. I felt uncomfortable and pressed the sheet even tighter against my body. "WHO are you? He emphasized the first word so much that I gave myself a jerk to answer:" My name is Lilliana Hoffman! I come from . . . . . . . . .! "I couldn't go on talking because I didn't know.He scratched my today lightly with his sword and a small trickle of blood ran down my skin. A contrast to the pallor of my skin. I gasped and took a step backwards. I made another one and I stumbled again over the root that had already brought me to fall. I hit the ground hard and decided to lie there and pass out, which wasn't difficult because I actually passed out. I could still feel the stranger lifting me up, but then it got dark again.