My mother has told me I am one in a million or less. She knew the day she had me I was special and would be so important, but technically so did every deliverer in the room. The way you could see the smallest veins through my reddened baby skin, and the fact that I even flushed or cried to begin with, I was one in a million or less. I was actually one in 4,697,234,568. It had been over a thousand years across time since my kind has been born. Across so many planets spinning and galaxies alive my arrival was announced along with my rare genetic condition. Haylight Merouthzer, born with a pulse, a heartbeat, a vulnerability that had not been seen by the human Serephimral in over one thousand years, is famous. Mortal was now walking and stumbling amongst the mass, Stumbling being a good word to describe me.
This is the story of my arrival, and awakening, and falling I guess. I arrived one in over a million, awakened to the reality of what I was too many and what I really was to me, and fell, I guess, in his presence, those dark abysses he calls his eyes. He hates that phrase, we are even, and he calls me star.
If you see someone a little too pale amongst you, the glorious evolution, I don't apologize for waking up and taking a breath. I never intended to come in your world and interrupt those perfect thoughts, those perfect lives. I never intended to be a celestial celebrity, a science experiment, or another tragedy for such a man; I never intended to do anything. I was just born, that is my only act against any of you.
When I was six, I remember one moment that really made me realize I was either a mistake or a great phenomenon, can you imagine what that was for a six year old? Holding my mother's hand, mid-day with the first moon above with its purple light, and the sun, our sun, to the east, connecting their lights of purple to whitish yellow, I remember the beauty of the collision of the colors. I thought I could color it with my crayons for my mom. She held my hand tightly, as always, as we headed to the park of glass slides, clear blue like nanowater. I loved those slides, imagining a world where people could slide on water, dreaming things I never could see in the worlds I know now. My mother was always so protective, holding my hand, even on the slide. She…she let go that day, just once, I had begged her to. Around the first curve of the glass slide, a little too fast and with too much excitement, I fell. All I saw when I opened my eyes on the ground was her feet coming to me, and I then heard that cry in her voice.
"Haylight! Speak! I'm right here; let's get you to the Conservatory now!" She scooped me up, and in the haze of the moment and head pain I was in I looked down. There, where I fell, was the crimson spot. Blood, red thick blood spotted the ground. This was my phenomenon, mine came out, it could break out of my body because of the most random accidents, and it would mark anything it touched. It was a mortal spot, and it terrified all others on the playground that day. No one bleeds anyone but me.
Immortals, or Serephimral Mortals as properly titled, do not bleed out. They only age until completion, or 21. One egg to every female, one day of delivery for one child a piece, and then they live and raise them and travel and learn infinitely. Each has One day, a birth day, and then a million ordinary ones or more for them to live. I have at least two days that mark me, birth day and the day I die. What I wouldn't give for, heck, a third day. My days, though, are extraordinary, I always have someone marveling at me, at my blood, my brain, my allergies, the fact that I can accidently choke on food, that water does taste to me. Rain calms me, fire hurts me, and I age, and break, and fall in love, but for me all of that is limited, and well, precious.
They say space is infinite, full of galaxies, ones we have yet to make it to. I wonder, if somewhere out there, I am not alone in my kind. What would the galaxies do if it found another one of me? Would there be other experiments, or could I maybe be normal? Would there be another celebrity who faces death? Would he have another future tragedy to await besides me? Here I stand, in front of hundreds of time capturers and screens; I stand tall, pale eyed, freckled, abnormal, and with that freakish red-fire hair. I stand to all of the world, friends, fans, oppositions, before your eyes…mortal, and every bit more alive than any of you will ever know….