fantasy
Dallas de Vernel
114
My human life was terrible, and I erased the memories of it, as if it had never happened. All I have left from the past is my name.
I worked as a servant for a master. The cook said that the master called me, when I found the master, I noticed a strange man. He was dirty and in old clothes. I was surprised, because my master was a terrible neat freak and any dirt angered him, and then this strange man. The beggar looked at me with a crazy look, then I did not understand why he caused me wild horror. I asked the master about this guest, but he only laughed and said that he was his friend. It seemed strange to me, but the rich have their quirks. It was night, and I could not sleep, then I smelled smoke, ran out of the servants' wing and headed towards the mansion. I stopped and watched in fascination as it was engulfed in flames. There were bodies of people lying nearby. As I approached them, I saw that they were torn apart, as if they had been attacked by some beast. I recoiled from this terrible sight, but immediately felt a pain in my neck, and then plunged into darkness.
The first thing I felt was a light morning breeze and the cold ground beneath me. Then my hearing returned, and from a loud noise my head began to split, and I opened my eyes. Something had changed, but I did not yet understand what exactly. I sat up and grabbed my head, and then looked around. I was in a forest. I tried to remember how I got here, but nothing worked. I was terribly hungry, as if I had not eaten for about a week.
Many centuries have passed, and I have learned to survive well. I am still young and rich. My mansion is very far from the main city, and I do not even have to try to move anywhere, so that my secret is not revealed. And I quickly get rid of curious people, and they disappear without a trace.
