Now, I don't mean physically dead. Far from it. I'm as healthy as I've ever been. But inside… that's another story. Let me take you back to the day I died…
I was 10. Quite young, neh? My father had just returned on a trip from Egypt. Ever since my mother and sister had died six months ago, my father seemed to be gone more frequently and stayed away longer. Possibly to drown out the pain… I don't know. Anyway, this time he brought me a present, something he did from time to time. Most every time actually. Maybe that was his way of showing his love… I don't know. It was a Ring, gleaming gold with 5 sharp points. It had strange symbols in the middle. It dangled from a piece of brown leather, and I thought it was absolutely fascinating. I was so pleased I could barely make out the words to thank him, so I stuttered it out quickly, which made him laugh. I then proceeded to run to my room as fast as possible to analyze my new treasure. And as soon as the door was shut and I was standing before my bedroom mirror I did something I eternally regret. I slipped the Ring around my neck.
A/N: I know, I know, I told you the chapters would be long. Sorry. Chapter 2 is longer and Chapter 3 is looking pretty long too, so don't lose hope on this one so early, please? I hope you enjoyed this chapter, so please review, ok?