Reborn
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Prologue
I never believed that there was more then what was in front of one's eyes. I was always taught to abide by a strict set of rules, one of them being, “Use your eyes to see the world around you.” However, there was another saying that contradicted that rule, “One's vision isn't solely through their eyes.” My father was the man who taught me, but I never did understand what he meant until recently.
“So which is it? Do I look with my eyes or with something else?” That was the question I always asked him. My father wouldn't do anything but look at me plainly when I asked that question. “Well?!” It was only after I got agitated by his silence that he would answer me. I thought he was playing with me, waiting for me to get annoyed, but that silence was him studying me.
“Pick one.” That was always his answer and it confused the hell out of me my entire life.
Eventually I came to the decision that I thought was common sense. My father said, because of our linage and our line of work, rules were the most important thing. He said rules were meant to be followed by people like us, so by that logic I adopted rule set forth by my father, “Use your eyes to see the world around you around you.” That was a rule, that was what I had to follow. What my father had told me, about vision being more then what one sees, was not technically a rule, but advice he gave me. I figured it was a trick and that he wanted me to figure out that the choice that I made was the right one.
It's funny though, all this time my father was just screwing with me. It turns out that both of them were the same thing. My father taught so many things, I thought I had come so far, mastering everything he had taught me. Ironically enough I never even passed his first test. I can't even begin to comprehend the truth of the other lessons he had taught me. Maybe if I wasn't such a fool I could have lived longer. I could have had a family of my own and had a son or a daughter to raise and teach, but no, I'm going to die in a moment or two. It doesn't hurt though, my body has gone completely numb.
I look back now at the rest of my life thinking, “How could anybody fail as miserably as I have?” I've studied blindly, thinking that I've made something of myself, followed a path of complete and utter ignorance, watched somebody I loved die right in front of my eyes, and now I die here alone.
It's not so bad though, I may be a little too young to stare death in the face, but he's not actually that bad to look at. Who knows, maybe he's taking me to a pretty great place now. I may be the biggest failure to ever exist, but I'm proud to say I have accomplished a few things. I hear it's the quality, not the quantity of what you've done that determines where you end up after death. Ah, I can see it now.
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Hey people, this is another fanfiction I've been working on that I dug up from a while ago. I started it but never finished it, so I'm editing it now and finishig it.
I decided to try a different style so I hope you guys read and enjoy it
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