Elves' Insurection by D.A.Sanford - HTML preview

Authors note:

Here I am again. On my world of “My two cats” This takes place between book two and book three. Baby Draco has been born and has been proclaimed the triple changer progenitor. I thought I would have been done with them but they keep me coming back.

This is a side story. Humans aren’t the only ones to challenge Draco. His ancestor Kron let the elves self govern. They broke away because of their superiority. I needed to tell how they were finally brought into the dragon rule.

Bonus short story

This is a short story about being immortal. I wrote it after thinking about just that, being immortal. This is seen through the eyes of someone that thought this life was all there is.

This is one to ponder. It does reflect on a certain problem we now have.

Live! Being immortal sucks

Being immortal, on paper, sounds good. Never being sick. You can’t be killed and if you are injured, you heal almost in an instant. Sounds good doesn’t it. What about death?

Don’t make friends, never get married, you cannot live in one place for more than twenty years because you don’t age. Living amongst people becomes drudgery because their whining about things that are so trivial actually makes me sick. Try not having the relief of knowing that someday, you will have this shell stop working and have that glorious luxury of going to the final life.

How did this happen to me? That is a story in itself. A tale of both stupidity and horror. You see, I was born normal. I lived my childhood normal. It was not until around twenty that I started to become twisted. I became one of those who doubted that there was anything other than living.

There was no such thing as the gods let alone an afterlife. No consequences for what you do. You die and that is it. Nothing. With that I enjoyed debauchery to it’s fullest. That old saying, I lived it. Eat, drink and be merry for tomorrow you die.

All this time, I was causing the people who loved me, parents, relatives and even the females that thought they loved me, so much grief and anguish. I did not care, I had to live, I was going to just fade out when I die.

The drugs I last took worked too well. I woke in a room and thought that I again was in a hospital. There was a difference. There is none of the things that are in a hospital room. No oxygen, no intravenous drips, no nurses running in the hall, for that fact, it seems like there is no hall.

Now that I was awake, I tried to get up and leave but I could not. I could move my arms and legs but it was like I was strapped to the bed. Now people just appear. They are actually laughing at me. I got to get out of here. The more I struggle the tighter the bonds.

They get serious. One of them comes to the bed side. ”We are those gods that do not exist. You are dead but your real body is going to be revived. This room is part of that nonexistent realm you called the afterlife. We do exist. The final life is real. The only thing you are right about is oblivion but It is not for you.”

Another approaches me and continues. “We have changed your real body. You are now immortal. Nothing can harm you now. You will never age a second from your present age. Now for the biggest thing. No drug will have any effect on you. Drink a gallon or more of alcohol you still will be stone cold sober. If you try drugs or drink you will vomit it out instantly.”

Yet another says, “This is your punishment. You actually feared that oblivion thought so you drove all from you. Now you must learn what it is to be immortal. Even we gods get tired from being immortal. You need to really feel what everyone else, that loved you, felt every time you were carted off to the hospital. You hang around and watch them die but then you may be called a demon because you won’t age.”

Now the last finishes, “No real friends, isolated, no permanent place to call home. You will learn exactly what it means to be truly alone. You will know that feeling of immortal misery. This is your new lot in life. Know this, your life was planned to be married with a family. That family was going on to affect the worlds future towards a world peace but you messed it up. You will never forget that fact. Sometime in that very distant future if you finally learn, you may be pitied but don’t count on it. Now you are going to wake and remember all but you will not be able to tell anyone. Welcome to your nomadic life.”

Now I am in a real hospital and I am panicking. Then my mind rationalizes it as a hallucination. I suddenly hear in my mind someone laughing as they tell me “No it wasn’t” then I hear them all laugh.

The hospital is totally beside itself. Within a day, my body has fully recovered. There was no reason to hold me so I was discharged. My drug buddies met me and handed me a beer. I chugged it and as soon as it went in, it came out. Much to the amusement of them.

It was the first conformation that what I experienced was real.

Drugs no longer had an effect on me. There was no drug or drink that would work on me. Finally those drug buddies were no longer accepting me. I was told in no uncertain terms not to return because I was a waste of drugs. The others could use them.

Years go by and now people see me not aging. At first I passed it off as genetics but when my own started to die, I could see family looking at me. The term “made a deal with the devil” was uttered quite a few times.

I needed to leave when I had death threats aimed at me. The hate was too thick. I have learned that I cannot stay in one place. Pleasures are just not there. Always in my mind is do not get close. After a while I am starting to envy those who do not have to live in exile from the human race.

I now know that I do not belong so I go deep into the wilderness and tried the hermit life. I have remade a cave into my home. That was good for almost a hundred years then I heard the sound of chainsaws. People are making their homes here. Invading my peace. Soon there was a few police at the entrance of my cave. They served me papers to evict me for squatting.

It was stupid but I tried to argue that I have been here for decades. All they did was laugh and ask me if I was born here. Nothing I could do. I packed some of my possessions and left. I just went in the direction my feet took me. It does not matter.

I need to do something. Just existing is not making it but isn’t that what got me into this in the first place.

For the first time since this horror started, I feel like I can see a direction that I want to take. That is not right. It is the direction that I need to take. I am now walking towards humanity. I have an idea and I need to look it.

There were plenty of charities that will give you a makeover. Clip and clothes but I wanted to have the look of someone who has been through it all and now is clawing his way back. In other words, no suit and tie with polished shoes.

Now I really feel different. I look different.

There was a local hang out. The corner where my old type hung out. Approaching they look at me and are cautious about me. I sit and just let them get used to me and then I start my tale.

“My life was one of no where to go and all the time to get there. I lived with the fear of oblivion. I knew that there was nothing after this. One bad dose, I knew I had died and was in a room that was not my hospital room. There were people there and each told me of my folly. They told me that oblivion does exist or should I say is an absence of anything. Being sent there means it’s over. It’s as if you never existed.”

I can see that they know exactly what I am relating. Now I can start.

“That oblivion is the reason I kept myself high. I feared nothing. I do not mean I was fearless, quite the opposite. I feared the nothing. That subconscious fear caused me to stay high. Those people showed me that there is an afterlife, what they called the final life. I was told that it is tranquil and for eternity but you don’t go until you get life right.

What if you had a chance to never face oblivion but never see that final life. Never worry about dying but there is a catch. You can never get high on anything. No matter how much you drink, never get even a hint of being even buzzed. Same with drugs.

Going through the years, existing, watching people live and die. Existing year after year for hundreds of years. That is my lot in this life. I was like you, I was just existing. Unlike you, I did not choose right. Right now, you can choose, life or oblivion

Life is not to exist, it is to be lived. I am immortal. I have seen all I knew die and I don’t age.”

I take a knife out and slit my wrist. They gasp as the cut spirt twice and then closed without a trace.”

“I cannot die. I have existed for hundreds of years, in a cave until people came and threw me out. It took me untold hundreds of years to realize that I only existed. I now choose to live. I invite you, each of you to join life and live so you can go to the final life.”

Giving it my all feels great. Better than I have ever felt. I never felt that it would happen but four of the five want to get clean. They see those people appear. They are the same as I had visit me. They took the one with them and in no time, that one is back. The other four go with them.

All five are back. The people now tell me that they have been cured, no detox. These will be my core group. We are not to do this for our profit but to help others. We roam together and now are invited to talk. Our price is transport and board. We are now in demand.

Over the years we have trained others and they have the same ethics. That is good, because the five have gone off and now have families. The ones with me now have the same dedication to life.

I, long ago, resigned myself to watching the new come in to replace those who need to meet their own destiny. Now it does not bother me because each have lives to live. Something does not feel right, I am now having aches. I have not felt anything for eons.

This is new. I very rarely look in a mirror but this morning, the room that I have has one of those floor to ceiling mirrors. There standing before me was a middle aged man. He looks familiar but I am both elated and panicked.

Now I am back in that room I was in so long ago. Those people are here but this time, all are smiling at me.

“You finally have found yourself. This is where you needed to be way back in the beginning. It has been long enough. You have found out what you really needed to know.”

They produce a mirror. I really am shocked. I am that one holdout that I first talked to. I don’t know what was happening and I show it. “I was in the hospital when you first took me. How can this be?”

“While you sat on the wall being the only hold out, we showed you what your next day was going to be. We put you into the hospital scene, then we let you run. All those years were real. Trying to get high or drunk. Having to move, the hermit hundreds of years. It took that time to make you realize that you were only existing.”

One of the others takes up the explanation. “We even altered how you saw yourself. That was necessary for you to find yourself. How does it feel to finally see what you could become. The choice is now yours. Existence or oblivion?”

I am actually crying. How stupid could I be. I was being given a hand up. I was being invited to live. I reached out and asked to be allowed to live again as the stupid being. Remembering what it was to know what a ruined life really is. Opportunities lost, friends lost, families lost.

Isn’t that what being immortal really is? No longer part of life.

Finding myself back on that bench, looking at a man holding out his hand. He just smiles and says, “I invite you to stand up, take my hand and live.” This time, I do not hesitate. I grab the elderly man’s hand and felt that all desires for drugs and alcohol fade away.

I made my way with him for a few weeks but then he told me that it was time for me to face my loved ones and just talk to them. He asked me if I wanted him to go with me. Knowing that this needed to be me, I thanked him but this needed to be on my own. “Thank you for the offer but I must show them that I am standing by my own choice. Standing and facing all the hurt I have caused. I need to explain oblivion and most of all I need to tell them that, even if they don’t believe me, I am going on and living.”

He smiles at me and tells me that I have put my foot on the right path. I smile because I see that he is one of the ones that took me to that room.

Shaking his hand, I turn and set my eyes on the future.