《The one always Forgotten》Chapter 1
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Chapter 1
Slowly I started to feel again when I opened my eyes it was dark I tried to stand up but I felt small when I tried moving my fingers I couldn't. Then it hit me I really was a baby ah this sucks how am I supposed to survive then I heard a voice in my head it spoke to me it was soothing.
“ Massster thisss one isss here to provide for thee I have milk here that wasss left when massster came the godly one told thisss one I mussst feed thessse to massster for 2 monthsss by then massster should be able to walk “
I felt something enter my mouth it felt hard but liquid slowly pored from it felt empowering like it was slowly speeding up the rate at which I grew I see so this is also something he left me I am glad I don't think sitting here like a vegetable for more than 2 months would be good for me I would go crazy. After I finished my meal I tried to speak but nothing came out so I thought in my head hopefully this works
“ Can you hear me? “
it took a second but finally.
“ Yesss massster thisss one can hear thee “
I had so many questions but I settled on
“ What is your name? “
again a few seconds went by before I heard
“ Thisss one hasss no name massster not until you name me “
I see I had to name whatever was speaking to me I have never named anything before so this was kind of difficult but I settled Nox it just felt right. After I got my thoughts settled
“ Your name will be Nox it feels right for you what are you Nox as in what is your race “
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this time the response time was a lot faster than the other times.
“ Thisss one isss from the olden race we are called Void Ssserpents we do not exissst on thisss planet “
Void Serpents huh wow straight out of a fantasy pretty neat
“ I see Nox I am feeling tired so I will rest now we will continue this once I wake “
as i said this my eyes grew heavier and heavier I started to doze off the last thing I heard was
“ goodnight massster “.
Like this 2 months went by everyday Nox would feed me and we would have little conversations here and there but neither Nox nor I were much for talking. About a month and a half in I was able to crawl but I couldn't really go out and explore anywhere as the terrain was pretty rocky it hurt my knees to crawl around too much but, after the 2 months were over and I had woken from my nap after drinking my last bottle it was time I had already told Nox what I wanted to do so when I awoke Nox was already ready I realized about a month into being with Nox that we had no privacy between each other our minds were connected it was comforting I though
“ Nox let us go I have been cooped up in this place for too long so have you let us stretch our limbs”
Nox said nothing just followed after me. My body currently is that of a 2 year old and I decided I will start training nothing too demanding after all my body is still growing I am just going to jog around till I feel tired I will start with a mile and add on another every 2 weeks until I hit 20 miles. As me and Nox walked out of the dark cave we were in I finally got a look at Nox's form sleek black scales Nox was around 5-6 feet in length eyes were bright green beautiful was all I could think. We started to speed up once we were out of the cave settling on a steady jog that continued until I heard a whimper and sounds of a fight I bolted in the direction of the noise.
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When I arrived I saw a wolf hunting a rabbit would I save the rabbit? I am no saint
“ Nox whenever the wolf kills the rabbit strike aim to kill it in one blow “
Nox slowly slithered up behind the wolf slowly making sure to make no sound then as soon as the wolf landed its killing blow on the rabbit Nox struck fangs landing right in the neck of the wolf it took 3-4 seconds before the wolf dropped dead a quick and decisive blow
“ Good job Nox “
I could feel Nox's happiness like a dog being excited for being praised. Slowly walking up to the 2 dead animals I realized having no knife would be a problem I had nothing to skin the wolf and rabbit with as I was in the middle of my dilemma Nox said to me
“ Massster ussse your mana channel it into your hand it will be asss sssharp asss a blade I can feel your mana massster you have plenty “
mana huh this really is a completely different place I tried closing my eyes and imagining something anything flowing over my hand it started to tingle a bit when I opened my eyes my hand didn't look any different.
Walking up to the dead animals I ran my hand across the wolfs fur and a cut was made it wasn't deep or anything but it was more than enough to skin them and harvest there meat
“ Thank you Nox for telling me about this “
after I had finished skinning the 2 animals I took the fur with me I am by no means skilled enough to make clothes but I can use these furs as a bed it will make it a bit more comfortable at least
“ Let us return Nox “
and like that my first day truly being alive in this world came to a close.
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