Immortal to Mortal (Rewrite)

by Deep Nerd

He was only doing his job. A revolution needed to be stopped and he had done so. Why was he being punished for it? Did the Elders really hate him that much? Deep Blue, appearance reduced to that of a child, leaves the palace and refuses to do anything about the upcoming revolt. The elders had done this to themselves. He refuses to clean up after them. Told in 100 word drabbles.

1. Chapter 1

I decided to revisit this story I started in 2015 but ended up dropping due to personal circumstances. I decided to take a drabble approach with it this time to see how I will fair with writing. It is working with my Legend of Zelda fic so far, hopefully this will work as well. I am not sure about updates yet but I assuming once a week will be good but do not hold me for it. I will try to write each chapter in one hundred words. A challenge for me but I can do it and I will! Huzzah!

He was cold. He felt pain in his body, numbness. There was a ringing in his ears. His head pounded. Something was not right. He felt... off.

He wanted to open his eyes. However, there was a struggle for his eyes refused to open. He opened them away and regretted doing so immediately. The world was bright. Too bright. He wanted to go back to sleep.

Sleep refused to give him that luxury. He was awake.

He slowly sat up, and the feeling of wrongness returned. What, exactly, was wrong?

Ice eyes blinked. Something sparkled. Metallic gold.

He cursed heavily.