DISCLAIMER: I own nothing of Claymore, except an Oc or two and this Fic.
Hey! Welcome to my first Claymore Fic! This chapter is going to be really short because it is more of an introduction to see whether or not you want to continue to read this Fic. And, just a slight warning, there will be more than one Oc in here. Of course, if you read the summery you would have known it was an Oc Fic. Well anyway, let's get started!
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Only a name. That is all that was left of who I was. My name, Storii Vela Akuma. After becoming a Claymore, that was all I had to hold on to. I couldn't remember who I was; I couldn't tell what was missing. I was haunted by those fearful lullabies and forgotten dreams. And that face, a face so eerily familiar but completely alien to me fills this empty shell that is my memory, and I knew one thing for sure about him, that I had to find him. I want to know what this man has to do with my lost and forgotten past, even though I do not recall much about my previous life. I need to know this, I need to remember…
I sighed as I leaned against an old, heavy oak tree, my body and mind at peace with the many constellations whirling overhead. I was quietly naming all 88 of them to myself, as if to make sure I would remember them. Even with my shattered memory, I believe I have always loved these starry skies, just lying out beneath them always made me feel at home.
Then I slide my sword gently by my side and murmured to myself a sweet melody. I wasn't exactly the best singer in the world, but the melody soothed me when I had raging nerves. I then wondered to myself things like: "If my memory vanished once, would it do it again? And would the few memories I had fought to keep fade away as well?" I wouldn't be able to bear the pain of losing myself again, and if that happened, I would have no fragments of myself left to hold on to, nothing to remind myself that I was real, that I was more than just a walking corpse.
I have not been a Claymore for very long, but I have come to realize that I didn't fit in. the others saw me as hardly a Claymore, and not a human in any sense. There was little I could hold on to prove my humanity, yet there was less I could prove to show I was one of them. I was near the rock-bottom of the Claymore ranking system, I was almost a failed experiment, for my hair still had the slightest tint of purple it was originally and I was still clumsy, I was number 46. The other Claymores thought I would never survive in this world of crime and war, I had to make a promise to myself there, and I had to promise myself to survive against all odds. I had to live to see that man again….
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Wow. That was really short. Way to short. But this part is really a prelude, so the chapters will get longer, I hope. And about the constellations, there really are 88 of them; I'm a constellation lover so I know that! Um, one of the other Ocs that will appear in this Fic is not mine, so when she appears, I will write a disclaimer for her. NOW PLEASE LEAVE A REVIEW!!! I want to know what you think so far!