Notes: Hello! This is FPSWReader. This is going to be my first serious story that I write called Skyless. I will write it in the view of my narrator/storyteller, so first person, as they are recalling past events and explaining them in the fullest detail he can. I won't say that my story doesn't take away elements from others, because it really does (The stories that it takes from are "Pokemon Mystery Dungeon - Spiritual light, The ones who were lost, and The Legend Begins primarily). Also, the cannon characters of Warrior Cats do not belong to me, and neither does the franchise itself. The only things that belong to me are my OCs and their personalities, feelings, etc. (quick end note: I am more than likely to change tome of the personalities of the cannon warrior cats characters so that it better fits the story)
Hello. Let me tell you a tale about myself.
Oh? you want to know my name?
I will tell you that when the time comes. Anyways, on with the story.
I don't really remember my past life well. The things that I remember are things that are pretty damn impossible to prove, since I pretty much learned about my past via pastmares, or nightmares about your past.
I had lived an average life withgood grades and such. I wasn't that good at artistic things, though I had a creative mind. I could form lots of things up there, but I just wasn't good at putting pen to paper. In reality, my main goal was to be successful; Get a job, a house, a car, and just be overall stable financially. That goal was difficult for me to aquire since I lived with my brother. I lived with him because our parents died when I was around 5 years old and he was around 19. He ended up adopting me and raising me, which I greatly appriciate. My brother helped me a lot to get to my goal. He taught me new things, helped me if i struggled, and many other small things. He was like a rolemodel to me.
Which is why I was so heartbroken when he died.
To be specific, he was killed, murdered. The murderer had gotten caught within that week and had gotten sent to jail. I had nowhere to live right now and was probably going to be an orphan since I no longer had any family alive (my grandparents, aunts, uncles, etc. all died before I was born. I could track down some other member of my family but that would just be too strenuous). In school, I struggled to keep my good grades and flunked a lot of my tests. It continued this way for around 3 years after he died.
9/19/2019.
What makes this date so important? It is the only date that I remember and probably ever will have a firm grasp on.
It was the day that I died.
In a car crash. To be honest, it wasn't my fault. The man, who I assume to be in his upper 40's, had ran a red light and rammed his car into my car's front left door (Yes, I was 17 at the time; I was eligible to drive a car). I am glad to say that my death was painless and quick, instead of slow and painful.
I don't have much knowledge on my past life besides what I have described for you. Now... Let's begin the real story.
To Be Continued...