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Most do not remember their first moments in this world. None remember what occurs before that. What are we, before we exist? Do we always exist, even before we actually do?

I remember things, things that I should not.

I remember having no body, no mind. I began with practically nothing, surrounded by a roaring energy, like fire. I was nothing, merely a floating essence. A speck. But, as time passed, I began to grow, I was edited. I was evolving. My soul and mind grew, becoming different and more complex. I could also... not feel, but sense a body trying to form, with my essence automatically aiming to bind with it, to become one with it. I could sense items being added to the roar of energy, which caused more changes. Traits and idea's from each item were added to my own essence. My intellect also grew, becoming advanced, to a genius kind of level, while my magical abilities soared. I had strength, wit, and speed~.

With my new mind, I could figure things out on my own. I felt bindings to my form, with other beings, about 10... No, more. Bindings with the items, and then 10 people, outside of my aura of magic, where I could not see them. The connections with the people were nullified a bit, blocked by intricate magic, and made by blood.

While all of this occurred, I felt... odd. It felt as if 2 sides of my essence were fighting against each other. The good and bad, the light and the dark. They both wanted control, dominance over the other. No, not just dominance over the other, they wanted dominance over me as well! I began my fight at that moment, not willing to let anyone, nor anything, control me!

As time passed, I kept up the fight. Other things occurred too, for instance, after a while, I could feel fear coming from somewhere, yet it wasn't my fear. No, it came from someone else. It was the fear of failure. The fear of death. When the fear vanished, a short time later, it was replaced with memories. Entire lives worth of them, appearing in my head, yet jumbled and fuzzy in some places, as if sent via a game of telephone, the message muddled after each person. In minutes, 4 whole lives sat within my head, all having something in common. I saw their ends, each a bit fuzzy, but they involved 3 figures, colored purple, blue, and white. Besides the colors, I couldn't make anything else out.

Each life changed me in different ways. With the added memories came strength, and a higher intellect. I felt my form growing more physical as well, as if I was absorbing something. The memories provided wisdom and solidarity. Each moment we experience changes who we are. To be honest, we are different people all through our lives, each experience building off of the others. Well, the experiences of these lives were building me. After a bit of thinking, I finally realized where these memories were coming from. The people that used their blood to build me, to help give me a form. They were dying. Their deaths were building me.

It wasn't just that their deaths built me, they also gave me focus. My creators were smart, having made me to learn. That became my focus, a thirst for knowledge. That thirst for knowledge became who I was, and I used it to keep fighting against the good, and the evil, that fought to control me. I wasn't good, nor was I evil! I was... A scholar, seeking knowledge! I was...

A professor!

... but what was my name?

. . .

Time kept going with each bind, each of my creators, dying, their minds joining mine until only one man was left, one creator. The aura around me was weakening. I knew ( from my creators minds ) that without at least 2 other people guiding the magic, it would all fall apart. I would die.

I felt the final bind shake, as my last creator died, and with his death, a body flew into view, coming into contact with me, and dissolving. I felt power from it. With his death, came knowledge...

... and pain.

The moment my creators memory hit me, pain erupted everywhere, a searing hot pain, which burned and burned. The pain was from the unstable magic, from there being nobody to guide the magic. It felt as if I was surrounded by fire. The spell was failing, as my body, and very spirit, began to decay, began to be burned away. It was unbearable, so bad that I barely heard the voices outside of the aura of black and white. Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, it did.

A noise, 3 flashes of gold, blue, and purple, and then a new pain, which was added on top of the burning. However, this pain was much worse, so much worse, so bad that it is hard to even describe it. Everything I was made of, magic, spirit, mind, body, it was all being ripped in every direction at once, and away from me. I tried to scream, yet couldn't, a true flaw of having no body. The roar of energy around me actually began to grow quiet. But I barely noticed. I just wanted this to stop! Death was preferable to this pain! Anything was preferable to this pain!

The pain changed again, with my spirit weak, and body gone. It was back to the burning, as I tried to think of a way to stop this. It was a real longshot, but maybe if I figured out who I was, it would end? Who was I? What was my name? After a while, I couldn't think of a name, that showed who I was. With that, I nearly lost hope in surviving. Right before I lost hope, I heard words. With the words, came a purple aura, surrounding my own, with it all closing in. The aura began to shrink, and as it shrank, I felt what was lost coming back. It was all becoming so very clear.

I felt things, at the end. I could even see things, properly. Past the purple tinge, there was a purple woman. My body formed, and my essence was bound to it, and I just felt... tired. When it was all over, both aura's vanished, and with that, I fell to the floor, hearing her words, the words she said when I nearly lost hope.

"Nobody dies today.".

Author's Note

Hey! This is Pumpkinfright1012 here, writing this to speak with my readers. I am writing this little note to discuss a few things, well, 3 main things.

1. Up-vote and Down-vote

First off, if you are going to give my story a rating, please comment stating your rating, and why you put that. If you do this, then it will help me improve! For example, if you up-vote my story, comment and say why. If you hate my story, comment and say why!

2. Format Help

There are many things that I am still learning about FiMFiction. For example, does anyone know how to actually indent a paragraph? I keep trying to do it, and feel like it would help the story, but it just will not let me.

3. How I work

While writing this story, I write in my journal first, and then copy it down to the site. After I have written 2 chapters in my notebook, I copy them onto this site ASAP, and hit publish, and thats why you have received 2 chapters today! I hope you enjoy your gift!

I hope you have enjoyed this little stop, but now, lets continue with the show!