My Shorts

The Curse

     Little is known about our race. To most we don't exist, to others we are feared. I have seen the passing of our race, sealed within this prison where time can not enter. I remember it all, the times of peace and war. Forced to watch, but never interven. I, whose blood was used to make us, am no longer but a memory. Whose longing to be set free. To fix what is broken, and return what was stolen. A curse now set in, to pay the price of a single man's sins. The curse limits our power and even our life, but they still live on. No idea of what we used to be. Once proud and strong, now hunted and feared. But what could I do a Being without a name. Or rather a name that even I have forgotten. Or so I thought. There once came a boy, whose name I have also forgotten. He was like me, cursed to spend an eternity suspended in time. I taught him about our race, and how to use its powers. Alas he was set free from this terrible fate. I thank who ever saved this boy's sanity. For he may be our last hope.