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I woke up in a patch of grass in the middle of the desert. I had no recollection of ever arriving here, but I had a feeling it was the Being's doing. I felt a surge of emotion I couldn't recognize when I thought about the Being that gave me my Second Chance. I could possibly never see them again if I didn't get stronger, but where do I even start?
Slowly, I felt my vessel adjust to its new holder and recognize my sinful soul as its controller. The heart in my chest started to pump blood through my arteries again, and the nerves beneath my skin started to send sensory information in the form of electrical signals to my brain once more. I suddenly felt the need to inhale a deep breath as my lungs pleaded to be filled with the sweet oxygen in the air. When I did, my throat protested harshly as I began to hack away the years of disuse from my system.
It was painful to be alive again.
My tongue felt heavy in my mouth as I forced my new body to lie on its belly so that I could try to stand. However, between my lungs greedily gulping the air around me to my stomach demanding to be filled with food, my current vessel didn't have enough strength to support its own weight. I was forced to endure through the painful trials of being reborn into a new world once again.
The paper thin skin that looked as if it has never touched the sun for several hundred years quickly started to turn a blistering red under the intense desert sun. I mentally flipped through the files in my brain and managed to pull up something: sunburn. Yes, that is what is happening to me now, isn't it?
That cannot be good for my vessel. I must seek shelter immediately.
I pushed past the pain and attempted to stand again. However, before I could even allow myself to push my upper body fully erect, my delicate lungs protested against my wishes and caused me to collapse into a coughing mess. The coughs burned the back of my throat with a stinging vengeance, creating small clouds of dust from the desert sand when my hollowed cheeks kissed the sweltering soil.
It seems that the use of my legs would be inaccessible at the moment. They were probably still trying to wake up. I must find another way to safety. When my body finally subsided, I lifted my head off of the ground and tried to use my sense of smell to sniff out any distinguishing cues that might be able to help me.
One inhale…
Twice… Thrice…
Nothing.
Nothing but the smell of heat and sand. I let my head fall back down and frowned, letting my prone body absorb the searing waves of sunlight. This vessel barely had any energy left in its storage by my estimations. If it were to stay exposed to the elements like this, it will surely not survive the week. My gray eyes feebly glanced up at the bright sun.
Ah.
So pretty.
The Bright Sun was so warm… Something that I considered a luxury in Back There.
My eyes blinked and I saw how the Bright Sun sent me a loving smile—tempting me with soft rays of sunshine and inviting me closer towards its heat. I felt my fingers twitch in response to the Bright Sun's message, and lifted a hand up to brush my fingertips against the beams of passion. So close—I was so close. It was so beautiful. I wanted to be a part of that beauty. This Bright Sun which embraces this entire Universe is so breathtakingly gorgeous, and the beams of light it produces makes me want to follow it. I want to become one with the people. I want to be the light that leads them to the correct path—a path where everyone has traveled and is filled with hope. But, as my fingers grew closer and closer…
I felt my lips curve into a lifeless smile when my fingers only met the arid atmosphere of the desert I was trapped in.
Ah, that's right…
An abomination like myself is not welcome to the luxuries that the Bright Sun has to offer.
I am a deformity against the perfect structure of the land—an idiosyncrasy in the world of flawlessness—and I am not worthy of the warmth that the Bright Sun has to offer.
I glanced at the blistering skin of the hand that dared to try to touch the heavens. How foolish could I be to think that I could ever be assimilated with the people of this Universe? It was impossible—just like how it was impossible to be here when I should be dead.
Slowly, my eyes started to droop as I let the Bright Sun embrace my form. It radiated happiness and friendliness—unlike Back There were the Black Sun only sought to wreak havoc and destruction. This Bright Sun is so merciful. It offers its kindness to those who should not have it at all…
I enjoyed the Bright Sun's warmth and ignored how my vessel's skin screamed in protest at my actions.
Seek shelter! Seek water!
Nonsense… I have felt this warm in years…
You will die! You won't survive!
I have already died… That's okay…
No! Not okay! Your Second Chance! You're throwing away your Second Chance!
My eyes immediately snapped open and I gasped. My Second Chance! How could I toss away this opportunity like that?! I must ensure this vessel's survival if I want to live out my Second Chance for the Being. However, my current vessel was pathetically weak, and couldn't even stand on its own legs. Perhaps some liquid sustenance would do? That's what humans need to survive, right? Water? Or was it food?
Sighing, I resigned myself to crawl—yes, crawl—on the desert sand to seek shelter. My vessel must have looked absolutely pitiful to be able to only move with the use of her arms to pull her entire body forward. As much as it pained me to admit it, if I don't seek shelter or some form of help immediately, my scrawny vessel would perish. But where do I find help? I knew humans like to live in packs—or was it flocks?—so if I find one human, I was bound to find many others that might help me.
Despite my mental tenacity, my vessel was quick to give up after a few meters. In the distance, I could spot several patches of green. Green equals plants, and plants equal life. Where there is life, there are humans. I willed my arms to move, but it felt as though heavy rocks were placed on them, forcing them immobile no matter how many times I tried. I grit my teeth and glared at the lush vegetation that taunted me from afar. I was so close!
Between the thick haze of hunger, resentment, and molten lava coursing throughout my body, my sensitive ears could pick up the sound of travelers in the distance. Gasping, I lifted my head up and strained my eyes to look around for the flock of humans.
"Sinbad, there's nothing on this island." A voice groaned while grumbling about the heat. I could distinctly hear several pairs of shoes brush against the dirt and sand and mentally cheered. I was right! Humans do travel in packs!
I opened my mouth to call out for help, but my sandpaper tongue and needle-lined trachea forced me into a coughing silence.
"Hey, is that… a little girl?"
"Huh? What are you talking about, Sinbad?"
Yes, yes! I am here!
In an excruciatingly slow pace, I willed my weak vessel to shakily lift an arm up towards the direction of the pack.
Here, here! Please help me!
"Wh-what the hell?! What is a little girl doing on this island?!"
The heat made everything hazy and sluggish. I couldn't make out any distinctive features besides their voices. I tried to call out again—this time, my vessel finally complying with my wishes.
"H-… elp… me…" I mentally scolded my vessel for producing such a soft and weak sound. The humans will never be able to hear me at that pitch!
"What should we do? She, well… She already looks half-dead…"
I'm not half-dead! I am half-alive! My vessel just started to wake up!
The pounding of shoes against the rough terrain caught my attention and I glanced towards the human that was running to my side.
"Hey, hey! Are you okay? What are you doing in a place like this?"
I didn't answer the purple-haired teen as my body slowly started to fail from the lack of energy. The rest of the pack quickly showed up not long after and stood behind the teenager. They were all male with varying body sizes and structures. One was enormously tall with clearly defined muscles and long blue hair tied up in a ponytail. Another had short cropped pink hair and had a lanky build while the guy standing beside him had dark green hair and larger build (and no pupils… that's not normal for humans, right?). The last guy was a little boy around my height with white hair and pale skin littered with freckles on his face.
"Sinbad, I think we should get her back onto the ship so Rumuru can take a look at her." That was the white hair boy speaking.
The pink-haired male sighed while ruffling his hair, "And to think that we were going to just stop on this island for a short break..."
I could hear the blue-haired man hum in agreement, but I kept my eyes on the purple-haired one—Sinbad was his name, right?—the entire time without breaking eye-contact.
Finally, Sinbad smile gently and carefully picked my prone body up from the desert floor.
"Don't worry," He softly whispered. "My friends and I will take care of you now."
I didn't do anything to acknowledge that I heard Sinbad as he started to head back onto his ship. My vessel was too weak to even comprehend what was even happening, however, that did not stop me from memorizing every inch of my savior's face as he trekked across the land. Sinbad… The more I studied, the more that I felt drawn to his character. How peculiar. He had the body of a teenager, but the heart of a king. Perhaps that is because he was the Alpha?
More thoughts swirled in my head as I tried to piece together the group that saved me. Despite my struggle against my vessel to pass out, my eyes were weak with the desperate need to sleep.
My chuckled and smiled reassuringly, "You don't have to stay awake for me. Go to sleep."
It didn't take much for me to finally submit to my vessel's will and pass out in the arms of my savior.
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A/N: This one turned out to be longer than expected haha. Thank you guys so so so much for the views! It secretly feeds my huge ego ;) Anyway, I was wondering... Do you guys prefer long chapters? Because I can write long chapters if that's what you guys prefer, but it would just taken reeaaaaalllly long to write out. The reason why I make these chapters so short is so I can pop them out quickly.
So if you guys want longer chapters, it will take me... quite a while to publish them... BUT HEY! The story will progress either way!
IMPORTANT NOTE: I don't know how obvious it is, but school just started for me a few weeks ago, hence the severe lack of updates (well tbh I rarely update either way, but I kinda like this story, so I won't give up on it). I'm a full-time student who is juggling a part-time job. It might not sound a lot, but my schedule is pretty packed. All I do is either work, sleep, or cry, so there is little room for me to have fun. :'( Updates for this story will now probably be spare unless Solomon himself decides to use some magic voodoo and grant me the unlimited knowledge of organic chemistry.
But enough of the sad stuff! If you guys don't mind short chapters, I can maaaybe pop a few out every once in a while. This chapter doesn't compare to what I consider "long" chapters, but I gave you guys a lil sample taste test to show you the kinds of chapters I can brew up ;)
Fan corner (a little late, but it's better late than never):
MoralityCalls: Thank you! I can do longer chapters if you want, it will just take a little longer for me to write. I do it as a hobby, but I have little time for me to indulge in my hobbies. :(
twistedlittledoll: Thank you! *ego skyrockets to the sky* B)
non of ur business sorry: Hmmm, I could, but I'll have to see later in the future. I originally planned this story to have no pairings, but we'll see in the future. And my next update? Only Solomon knows. My update schedule is erratic.
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