Part I: I am The Wonder
It was quite as I walk through the woods. The only sound that echoed was the beating of my wooden sandals on the grassy ground. I am a wonder; I do not know my purpose in life now. I thought I knew my purpose long ago. My Creator made me to kill; quickly, painless, and above all…without feelings at all. I was just a another one of his robots, yet I was human and more powerful than any of his creations to date. My main goal, the reason for my being, was to kill these certain kids that my Creator's master hated greatly. I stop for a moment and gripped my sword that was hanging from my waist. I look up to the sky, where puffy gray clouds were being to take from. I close my eyes and thought back to that day. The day I was to kill the kids. The day I lost my reason to live. I was playing around with them, like my Creator order. Cutting them with my sharp sword, but not killing them. Not just yet, that was his orders. No matter how hard they tried, I had the upper hand. I was strong, fast, smart and clever; I was there equal in more ways than one. Then my Creator gave me a new order: Kill them all now! And start with the red headed boy on the ground! To me he looked like he was going to die from exhausting very soon. Yet, my Creator gave me orders, and I must obey them no matter what. I point my sword right to him, giving him my emotionless that I now hate. The more I step closer to him, the more scared he looked. I was a powerful foe, and we both knew that. I towered over him, my blade raised high in the air; ready to slice him down the middle. I could hear my Creator cackling in the earpiece he gave me. I was about to do the deed, when she change everything. She…the girl with the bow and arrows…she held out her hand out and stood right in front of the red headed boy. She gave me a look of determination and hatred to me. Why? Why was she doing this? What was her reasoning? I felt confused. I felt confused? I was not made to feel anything, let alone confuses! Then a flood gate of emotions pour over me. Curiosity of why she was doing this. Envy for her standing in front of him. Hoping that she will move. And lastly, regret. Regret that I was doing something wrong! I did not know what to do! My Creator kept yelling the same order to me, kill the girl now! I just could not take it any longer. Then…I gave up. I drop my sword to the ground and fell to my knees. Soon, big drops of salty water ran out of my eyes and down my cheeks. They were tears, I was told later, my first tears I was shading! The more tears that came out, the more emotion I felt. I was so over welled, that I wish it would stop! My Creator began to shout at me in the earpiece, swearing in-between words. I hate him now, a new emotion I felt. I hate him for creating me and I hate him for making me do this wicked deed. So I took the ear piece out of my ear and smashed it in my hand. I let the pieces fall out of my hand and down to the ground. Soon I felt the present of all four of them now. The four that I was order to kill. The bow and arrow girl had helped the red headed boy onto his feet now. Soon they were rejoined by the smart girl, who looked more confused than I did, and the trickster, for once he did not look like he had any tricks up his yellow sleeves. All of them looked like a mess, and that made me feel worst. For I made them look like this. I need to get rid of these emotion at once! So I bowed down to them, grabbing dirt in my hands, and begged them to kill me. I thought it was equal trade; after all I was trying to kill them. I bet they hate me for trying to kill me. I do not blame them at all. Yet, I hear them gasp and I looked up at them. They were staring at me with confuse looks on their faces! Why were they confuse? The bow and arrow girl said to me that they would not kill me. WOULD NOT KILL ME? I have done wrong and I need to be punished for it. I hate her for saying that, I hate all of them for not ending my existent, I…hate…me…for being here. I grabbed my sword that was laying on the ground and place the point near my heart. If they will not kill me, then I will! I heard more gasping as I began to thrust my sword right to me. Then I felt something new. Pain. The red-head boy had made a fist and toss that fist right at my cheek. The world went spinning for a moment and I heard my sword clink to the ground. I land face first to the ground; covered with dirt and my right cheek red and throbbing. I push myself up with one hand, and place the other one on my cheek. It felt warm and I could feel it throbbing a lot. I turn around to see the red head boy. His fist was still out and his eyes…his eyes had a blaze to them. And when I stare into thoughts eyes, I felt something melt inside of me. Something cold was melting away and it was replace by some type of warmth. The he yelled words to me that I will never forget,
"Are you an idiot? You do something bad, and you want us to take you life! You didn't kill me, that proves that you're a good person!" I felt a new emotion right there; relief. The boy's words were clear to me now. They had forgiven me because I should them good. And good people do not kill themselves. They called me a certain word; friend. Friend…such an odd word, yet it has such a powerful meaning behind it. Now that I was their friend, I became part of their group. That night their shared their stories with me. Some of their stories they told me, I could not believe. They sounded too strange to be real, but they were. Some of the stories they told me made my breathing uncontrollable, which they told me was laughter. I felt happy; another new emotion I develop. I felt free for once in my short life, because I was surround by people who called me their friend. Yet, underneath that happiness lays a much bigger emotion. Emptiness. My Creator made me to kill, however now that I know killing is wrong, what good was I? What will I do? Where will I go? Why am I really here? I need to find out, and to do that I need to go on a quest. A quest for my purpose in life. And to learn more about life and meet more people that I can call friend. Once that sun comes up, I will be heading out. I want to leave my new friends quickly. I like them all a lot, but this quest was just too important to me. However, I learn that you must never leave until you say goodbye. They caught me leaving the campsite early. When they found me out, they all begged me not to go! Part of me did not want to go. Part of me want to stay with them and help them get back home. Yet, the road was calling for me. So I made a promise to them. I promise that one day, some day, I will rejoin them. They were my first friends, and I did not want to forget them, ever! With that promise made, I turn around to the rising sun; ready to begin. I glace back to see all four of them one last time. I smiled as they were waving back to me wishing me good luck; whatever that was? I felt proud, proud to be going out on this quest. Proud to have friends. Proud to have free will!
I sighed a little bit as I open my eyes back up. The memories of the past slowly faded back into my mind. I rubbed my throat a little bit and taste my mouth as well. It felt dry. I guess thinking about the past can make one thirsty. I decided to stray off the path that I was on now to get something to drink. As I walked down this new path, I looked up at the trees that surround me. I really like looking at trees, they just seem so big and mighty to me. I guess that's just part of who I am, looking up at trees. Suddenly I heard a splash of water not too far away from me. I stopped and looked down to see a clear small pond of water in front of me. A fish must have jump out of the water, for there were rings vibrating from the middle and stretched all the way out. I licked my lips, they thirst for water was growing greater now that I had found something to drink. I bent down to my knees and cup my hands in the water. The water was so cold, yet it felt good around my sweating hands. I raise the pool of water that was now in my hands and took a sip. Refreshing, water is. Especially when it is this cool. I do not remember how many times I dunk my hands in the water to drink more refreshments. It just tasted so good that I could not stop. Once I had my fill, and shook my hands somewhat dry; splashing drops of water in the pond, I stood up. I've notice something when I looked back down at the water. It is kind of funny, I've been on this quest for some time now but I have not seem my reflection for a very long time. I nearly forgot what I look like! I leaned in closer to get a better look at myself. A boy, in his 14 year of life, was looking back at me. I have not really been around in this world for 14 years. I was only activated about 2 months ago, give or take a few days. I touch a my cheek a bit. My skin was getting darker now. The last time I saw myself, I was white, pale looking. Almost as if I have never seen day light before. Yet now, my skin was turning a bit darker color now. I guess all that walking in the sun made my skin turn a different color. I ran a few of my finger in my long night black hair. It is not really night black. I just compare it to the night shy when I walk in darkness, that is all. My hair was just long enough to be put into a pony tail that touched my shoulders. I have never seen myself without my pony tail on. It has always been a part of me, yet I was curious what I look like if my hair was down. However, I did not want to know; at least for now. I then looked into my dark green eyes. My eyes…Once they were cold eyes. Stone, cold, green eyes. Eyes with no feeling to them. I am thankful that those eyes are long gone now. I touch the sleeve of my robe. My robe and belt that was around my waist was both a white color. They were whiter than the clouds above. Yet now the clouds above me look very gray and dark. And there, under my belt and pushed closely to me, was my sword sheathed in its black holder. My sword. My traveling companion. This sword, much like me, was created for evil. But now that I have seen how good works, my sword was now clean of all evil. I looked away from my reflection and smiled at my old companion. I was about to unsheathe my sword to look at its beauty, when I felt something hit me. It felt like something wet. Yet, I was not touching the water near me. Then I felt something wet again, and again. Where was this wetness coming from? I look up to the sky, and then thousands of water droplets began to fall down from the sky! They splash everything when they landed, the ground, the water, the trees, and me! This water was not cool like the pond water. No, it was warm and did not felt good. I held up my arm to shield my face from the water. The drops of water were coming down harder now. I need to find a place where the water was not coming down on me. I turn around and ran as fast as I could. When I was running in the drops of water, I notice that everything makes a different sound when wet. The grass that I was running on made a squishing noise as my wooden sandals past them. I did not have time to notice more sounds, I need a place where I can stay dry. But where? Where was that place? Then I saw it! I had to glace back, but I saw it! A hole in the mountain, a cave! The perfect place where I can stay dry! I quickly stop, and jumped around so that I can make it to the cave. I got there in no time at all, I'm fast like that. I place my hand over my heart as I began to try and caught my breath. I was dripping wet with water and maybe some sweat from that quick run. I shook my head off violently, I wanted to get as much water off of me as I can. I was somewhat dry now. Still went, but dry a bit. I turn around, I want to get a better look at this water that was coming down from the sky. Wow! The drops of water was coming down now so hard, that I could hardly see the nearby trees! The water patted on the ground loudly outside of the cave. Making small ponds everywhere I looked. I took a deep sigh and looked down at my toes. They were the most wet out of all that was on my body. I felt sad. I want to continue walking in the woods. Yet now, because of this falling water, I was trap in this cave. Nothing to do…no one to talk to. I tap my hand on my lap a few times, trying to think of something to do. Yet, nothing came to my mind. I was confined to this cave, and I am used to being out in about. What can I do in this cave? Then I felt it. I strong wind blowing behind me. Yet, there was something about this wind that was different. I sniff the air around me a once or twice, and I could smell something salty. Salty? I'm curious now. Being curious is one of my favorite emotions. I gave my back to the falling water outside. The light from outside only stretched a little bit into the cave. The rest, well, the rest was covered in a blanket of darkness. I hesitate for a moment. What was on the other side of this cave? Was it dangerous? Do I dare go into the darkness and find out? The salty air blew right into my face this time. As if it was challenging me to fallow it and catch it! I do not back down from challenges, not ever! I wipe the water that was on my cheek, and walk right into the darkness. My wooden sandals echo loudly in the cave.
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