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http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/46781960/Char Sheet:
http://pastebin.com/gccDj2efI can't sleep, I've figured that out by now. It's not like I don't want to be able to lay down and rest and dream, it's just that I'm almost positive this new body of mine simply can't sleep at all. Sighing as I stare up at the seemingly endless sheet of watery and inky black darkness always covering my master's room, since it lacks any windows, and she rarely brings a candle up here anyways, even to read.
Which makes it even more maddening, since I can't tell if it's morning or night, since this castle seems to be constantly awake like me and is constantly echoing with at least one voice, set of footsteps or some other .
But its boringly alive, It feels like when I first woke up, I want to do something, and just enjoy myself. It feels like after I worked the fields for a few hours, except magnified several times over to the point I swear I can almost feel it carving a groove into my skull, a ditch of boredom and dullness!
I whimper and sit up, my wings still wrapped around me as I run my arms over and off of myself as I stand up and continue to stretch, pressing my jaw up with my upper left arm to stop my tongue from rolling out and whipping around like a headless snake.
Alright, that's it, I can't sit around here, or I'm going to lose what little sanity I'm still sure I have. Besides, I'm a little curious as to what this body can do, because Iris said it supposed to be simply better than a normal bloke's, even though I'm half of my old bleeding size now...Well, shouldn't complain, could be a lot worse, should always look on the bright side of things anyways, like mum used to say.
I mean, I never thought I'd actually live in the big castle on the hill, yet alone serve one of the Brausr's own children. Not to mention she's such a sweet and kind girl....sweet.
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