—World about that any mysteries to unravel,
Knowing how it felt to feel when someone comes around.
The strange landscape had turned to warfare with conflict, afflictions, and worldly things that question myself.
——Thus, much everything went irrational, thus a "fragment of memories," didn't last long to prepare myself.
The storm above me that reclaims those strange memories filled my mind.
The wall of smoke in my country made me cough and made my lungs shorten.
My remaining still lingered from a battlefield that long-awaits.
———From the time when I was 3 years old, finding myself isolated from the world that lingered.
My head was fazed, grasping the realities within me.
Memories would say that my "Original Parents" guided me to expression school and come back, never knowing anything about particular activities.
I felt—lonely as a depressed child.
... It feels strange that... I was the only one from my family who probably remained alive at that event.
I looked around, seeing differently, and those faces were filled with horror and crying.
It's strange, many memories as a child.
I feel a struct of grab on my chest.
Hearing a feeling of droplets of water that face.
Feeling a motion of my chest drops beating.
Which lead me to an unknown place.
I wasn't able to sense anything; for a very long time, it was strange.
Struct upon my chest that I felt through the ground. Something...stomp on my head, at it could've crushed.
———Thus, a white void that clouded my mind, having before my consciousness existed.
I didn't survive; perhaps the world that a man killing an innocent child was considered a sin.
The air in my lungs was no air, and the function was left out.
I say to myself throughout the plan, loomed off that the storm approached me, containing dreadful remainders.
A sudden hear of broken glass that I heard.
"The heck your back, easily?"
It sighed and echoed in my mind.
——A voice of unknown, echoing in my mind as my sight was blinded by the void.
I'm not sure. It's somehow identical tone as myself.
Trying it felt like reaching me; it hugged me within its embrace.
"I do know you, as they hate you; remember, they hated me first. Do not suffer them as they will be meek within your grasp, dont forget who you are."
My mouth cannot speak as if it were twisted and choked:
Having I understood —trying to perceive as if my soul was wrapped up in something.
It was just a pure white that my eyes weren't burned out.
———The clouded mind slowly fades to the sky of the reality from where I am slowly warped to consciousness.
The sense of multiple shocks throughout my chest, noises of my scalp, and voices that I didn't know about.
"There you go."
I couldn't use my strength since something pouring around my body, and it soothes me.
I couldn't know it, having slowly felt my consciousness went up at my existence.
Hearing "clear" multiple times, makes me awake.
But whatever it went, shocked, I slowly can't remember from what place I have seen or felt.
That place, that person. Once I was, slowly turned into a fragment of my memories.
I may probably forget it. But I may feel it someday.
———— That was three years ago upon the disaster.
I felt different from myself, and I survived.
But I was still isolated.
My mouth can't speak as this time.
My mind left nothing but memories from where am I before.
In other words, I have different expressions throughout myself.
I wouldn't know it was a complex mind that was patient.
—————————I still/haven't survived that was I had dreamed of.
The psychological breakthrough had disappeared from my sight, seeing me having looked around to catch me in the room.
I was already back where I came from at that time.
I want something that, I've known, I remember what it came from. My head hurts.
My spirit is aware that I was the storm that they approach, but it is hard to commit such a thing to go back to where it is and how it went.
Shivering that my mind clouded with an unparalleled request.
The sight of the unconscious that called out, that being profound adversaries, that achievement was a huge advantage over the people around me. As I overcame it.
My memories are sometimes— so real that without observing them, it would've been like a probability to begin it.
Seeing someone die even though they were still in front of me felt a shock and mathe de me fear what I was turning into.
My classmates were weird about me having myself isolated and lonely; even the bullied were "horrified at my face."
I don't know what I am.
From What I do, the things I went through are such.
My eyes were yellow-brown, which kept my eyelid staring at everyone's eyes.
They leave me alone.
It came to pass when I was a teenager that my parent were "doctors" who said I had 'schizophrenia' on my mind— much dread, sacred and kept it sealed.
Is it a blessing or a curse?
Hoping none will happen again in another life.
When every day I came, it was just typical, experimenting with my body as if it was glitching; I could've understood them, but I couldn't.
So much chaos. So much wickedness. So much— in this world that is happening at this time.
I needed to survive such a thing like this.
Spirituality and Physically.
Focusing on myself and wanting to fulfill the revolutionary quest that I have made.
Observing with wisdom, knowing right and wrong, "Truth and Deceive," "mortal and Immortality," good and evil, and life and death were equal.
—————— And it came to pass at [April 6], I was alone from what they called [Lab].
Having my head so jumbled up that I almost put my knife grasp at my throat while I was eating.
A soft almost wound at my upper voice ends a whisper, coming long to stop the action.
A soft sharp wound that at upper voice sends a whisper coming long to stop the action. Having heard it, it wants to keep me alive. I felt a pang of death come upon my mind, but I slowly saw it was just a fork.
—But I felt It was, feeling that it shifted the reality because of my delusion.
Pretty much this trial myself, keeping my "parent" so worried that they saw me differently at the same time. Some of them replied as I questioned: Would this blessing help us?
They answered the truth before, that it makes my mind softened and joyful, but seeing their eyes with distress about how they see me from the last time.
——Forasmuch he came, a bit whiter than a lightbulb, and felt more comfortable seeing it.
It came throughout the voices; the mysterious quest was secretive, and the world was hollow.
From the room, I felt an otherworldly surrounding; my "parent" at those doctors were not helping me, but they were helping the people who needed power. And they caught one of my blessings that I couldn't known about.
It didn't know its form, thus it was floating in the room, seeing they said "camera" on my room was disabled because of that man in front of me.
"Upon the world, many of us forget the truth and lies ahead which they used our wisdom to themselves. Thus, I know that my wisdom and ours will receive you relief. I will send a participant to help throughout your journey, knowing that fiction and the real world are separated. And the reality is ceased to exist with sealed time, and the fiction remained from its imaginary man that it is real or fake."
It faded away, making the room cease back to normal.
————It came to pass when I was alone in my room, a filled emotionless upon me and heard a noise coming outside the room.
"You're Josè correct? They said, You a horrific person, then I met those kids... who died or escaped also."
A male that was perhaps like a young adult, it felt nothing more but a swift intrigue. Perhaps a "New Parent."
Thus, a sharp intrigue within a soft smile that I wasn't expecting its emotion.
"Josè, I'll ask you in very urgent Dillemna. Wouldn't you help yourself to stay here, or help yourself with me as escaping this experiment lab?"
The man sharply voiced seeing him with a red color on his feet.
My voice tried to ask a certain question about how he knew me, saying that he was just a friend of my blood "related" father with certainty in his voice.
....Damn, he looked like another doctor, and he was a very much sharp mysterious, unreliable guy with a stressed outfit.
...Nevertheless, if I make a choice to go in here, the message of an unknown man before was probably sent here intentionally or not.
Thus, I decided to join him to escape this location.
"Let's go. Quick, your movement to follow me to escape; the guards are still unconscious, and some of them aren't."
Then, the male quickly grabbed my stuff from his bag, with his left hand holding a pen, and the right was grabbing the stuff.
His packing wasn't good as I saw it as urgent, even from the eyes of mine is telling him he is a good companion.
Nevertheless, my clothes were big hospital gowns that my eyes were glancing around without my head moving.
Then, after he finished it.
"I forgot to mention, may I mention something important to you and this world is.
I had never met a child with the secret investigation that the statue was very violent to himself, glitching all over an item, and nothing happened even if it was, and basically needed to have trustworthy before I got killed by a child before you came with me. Are you okay with that?"
He yawned, turned to me neutral, and said,
"Well, this world has forgotten everything before since its rule. To start off with, I'm perhaps like you, but different."
He turned it into a serious, urgent, exaggerated tone.
The people who are trying to get your blessing or ability aren't your family. They are manipulating you. Thus, I need you to trust me in this quest and your objective. Someday you realized it thou, saving you cost everything I that I had encountered."
It happened; my eyes were still glaring at him while he was standing up with his bag.
Since that time, I have escaped from that miserable lab.
My mind tells me that I should've grinned, but I didn't expect something to be lingering in my mind.
————When we were in the hallway running, with the wall destroyed and the other "patients" gone also.
BloodwBlood wasywhere, and the soldier's outfits crumbled to burst, and seeing him was more powerful than I imagined.
His movements were sharp, and his hands were deflecting the air surrounding us.
『Arcana Ultimatum: [?????]』
A swift, subtle heard came out his mouth.
The movement of our steps felt lightweight; it was like the void where I was before.
————Thus, it came to pass that I knew him, Gabriel Aquila; perhaps that was one of my first achievements so far in my life. Getting escape after finishing off our tracks.
...Damn.
I meant that it was strange that seeing a man in a laboratory was suspicious, and he said he was the same as me, probably referring to my abilities but different.
Furthermore, I became a companion rather than an adopted son; thus, I will be given my name, Aquila.
As some of the people trying to friend me, I accepted them as my sight was normal to them.
Josè Aquila.
When I heard my name, it was a tinged subtle smirk.
...I'm dreaming.
My face and body were still unknown to me from my childhood and teenage perhaps.
And it came to pass that I finally made myself have free will and freedom that made me his companion; I couldn't risk saying why he didn't adopt me.
So it must have been about 10 years ago.
When I was mature enough to stay at home by myself, my companion suspiciously started to leave our home on his mission.
He would normally say in his tone that he would "find an alliance," and it began to do what was right.
After that.
It was getting concern for him to leave our home empty for a week or month, and he sometimes wouldn't come home for half a year.
In my mind, I kept myself rejuvenated that our house was a large Philippine-style house that had ventilation, hidden weaponry, and a training ground; thus, G. Aquila and I were the only ones that are silently living in our household.
I was perplexed in this house at times, as I got lost from one room to another. Because a big for a child is seemingly bizarre.
But still, I liked my life here.
When my companion would come home from his mission, he often told me lots of stories like a child, including a warning about the "Epik of Gilgamesh."
I don't know who that was, but the name of it was a man.
———— But then, making myself compose through my mentality, exercising, and keeping my ability hidden was neither a good nor a bad thing.
I was always alone in our home, but that loneliness would all fade with the stories, and our mission had brought my composure back.
―――The child that has a halve mind is chasing the objective, and the truth will revealed.
His attitude was sharply gazed throughout my soul, but he always seemingly looked at me like a reliable guy.
Maybe be... there's a reason why he saved me, and the other patients perhaps gone or died at the lab.
—— And it came to pass when I served from my his belief got me in from full-time mission for 2 years I kept my heart to stay in righteous.
A sense of tranquility surrounding my soul proceeds me.
———That was many years ago regarding the event— happened.
[POV | Prologue 2 | Status: Present Day ]