Elvengirl10: Okay, I'm back. I know I said soon, but exams got in the way. Still, I really like where this is going and I can definitely say that it is the first book in a trilogy. And in case you haven't figured it out, it's about Ephidel.
Sain: What's so great about him anyway?
Elvengirl10: Shut up Sain.
Sain: Am I in this story?
Elvengirl10: Eventually, I assure you.
Reviews:
Beagle: Thank you very much. You're right; there isn't much about Ephidel, which is rather sad.
Bomber the Scoto Fox: Thanks. I always saw Nergal as a somewhat "father" to the morphs, and that's basically grown into my view of him.
Elvengirl10: Now that that's done. On with the fic. Oh yeah, this chapter and the ones that follow are all written in Ephidel's point of view unless specified otherwise. If there is no label, assume its Ephidel.
Light. That was the first thing I saw. Light. At least I think that's what it's called. All I knew is that it hurt when it came into my eyes. Is that right? How do I know these things? What's going on? Who am I? Where am I? I'm so confused.
"It worked. You're alive." The voice came from beside me. I looked over. There was someone standing there. I couldn't quite make them out. My vision wasn't perfect. He approached me, and wrapped something around me. His cloak, I think it was. Then he placed his arms around me. I didn't know how to respond, so I just sat there, confused. What did this person know about me? I stared at him.
"I'm so happy you're alive. Mizuhara's sacrifice was not in vain," he said.
I kept staring. I couldn't find anything to say. He smiled.
"It's only natural you should be confused. Come, I'll explain everything." He let go of me and began to walk away. I just sat there, unsure of what to do. He came back.
"Alright," he smiled and lifted me up. I had no other choice but to trust him. Whoever he was.
He carried me over to another room and placed me in a chair opposite him. I think that's right. Rooms and chairs? That's what they're called right?
"You probably have lots of questions for me. Go ahead. Ask."
"W-wh-who a-are y-you?" I sounded out my first question.
"It's only natural that you should have difficulty speaking," he muttered, "My name is Nergal. I am your…creator."
"Cre-a-tor?" I repeated, confused.
"I will explain it when your mentality is more…developed."
I couldn't understand what he said. It made no sense.
"I'm sorry, you will understand in time."
I nodded. I tried another question. The words came easier this time.
"Who a-am I?"
"Your name is Ephidel and you are my creation. A morph, if you will."
"E-phi-del," I sounded it out. I like the sound of it. I smiled. Nergal smiled back. I could hear him muttering to himself.
"I have done it Athos. I've done what you said was not possible. I have created life."
For some reason, I made this man, my creator, happy. I did not, however, understand why. I guess I would understand in time.
A few years passed, and as my father had said, my mentality grew. Day by day I learned more. I could speak well now, and I was no longer so confused. My father taught me everything he knew. I easily mastered anime magic and swiftly became a sage. Then I began to study dark magic. Father even created my own tome for me. He called it Dark Elfire. A mix between dark and anima magic. I even developed my own spell, the divine star. Father was so pleased when I accomplished that.
My one wish was to go outside. Father never let me go out. He said that the outside world would be cruel to me. I asked why. He said it was because I looked different from a normal human. Apparently, not all humans share the same features as me. Jet black hair, gold eyes, pale skin, blood red lips. Father didn't want me to fell the pain he has. I told him I understood, but I secretly longed to go outside and explore the world beyond those walls.
In time I was granted that wish. Some nights, usually during a new moon, Father would take me outside late at night and we would wander the streets of the small town in which we lived. I'll never forget that first moment I stepped outside. I felt the wind on my face, smelt the night air. That memory was forever in my mind.
During those years, I was so happy, if morphs are allowed to feel emotions. I truly wished that if could last forever, but little did I know that my life was about to change drastically, and for the worse.
Elvengirl10: There. Chapter one. Finished in my notebook about a month ago. Just a few notes. First, I really see Nergal as being the morphs father, so naturally that translated into my work. Second, after Kishuna, I see Ephidel as the first morph and thus I consider him closest to a human. Oh yeah, this is going to be the first book in a trilogy. I always wanted to write one of those. That's all for now. See you all next chapter.
Sain: You all know what to do now. REVIEW and let Elvengirl10 know what you think.