Liquid Death

Sneak Peek

The image tho...It's not beer. It's 'bone chilling spring water' Ha. 

So, I'm going to start this story. All honestly I have no idea where this may be going. But all the best books don't right? Well, if not: Oh well. This may end up being a PJO fanfiction or an Avengers fanfiction. Heck! It can even become a original story but there are thousands of possibilities and I'm prepared to take at least one.

Whelp, you may be thinking: Should I read this? Is the story any good? Answer to those questions is: You have to make that decision by yourself.

Let me show you a Sneak Peek:

I was alone. Very much alone. Sure, I have these amazing abilities but what were they worth if I couldn't do good? Nothing. I can't use them for good at least not if I wanted to face dire consequences, whether they be physical or emotional. I suppose it could be worse, I could be cursed to never die...Oh wait. Yes, you heard me: C-U-R-S-E-D, cursed.

When I was a young naïve child I had the amazing idea to anger the local witch, whom at the time I thought was full of rubbish. She told me that if I continued down this path that she'll have no choice but bestow on me a curse. For a week I stayed away, out of fear, but I soon began to venture back. Again, and again I upset her. Till the eve of my 18th birthday when she had had enough. She slyly bestowed her curse as a gift granting me one wish, any power I could have she would grant me. As I have said, at the time I thought she was full of lunacy, so I complied. I wished for the ability to control water, she warned me that I may not get exactly what I asked for, I told her roughly to get on with it. I watched in morbid fascination as she gathered disgusting ingredients and over a pot she began to speak ancient words.

 After her incantation she gave me a clear liquid to drink, straight out of the pot, nose wrinkling I did. After I swallowed the bitter liquid that smelled of dead carcaras she asked me to lift the rest of the liquid inside the pot. I tried, and I failed. She said, "It may take some tim—" I interrupted the poor women, "Ah I knew it. Your just an old crow. There's no such magic."

Later that night I had a nightmare. I woke at 3 in the morning scared out of my mind, for a dream that I could not remember. I went to my parents' bedroom, despite the fact that I was too old to be running to them for nightmares. When I opened their room, I found my mother's reading light still on, her book slumped on the floor as my father clutched her. My parents laid shriveled and old, as if someone had evaporated all the water from their bodies. Screaming in agony I felled to my knees. Barely registering my father's drinking water raise into the air because of my distress. Once I came to my senses I realized the reason behind my parent's death: me.

So, I ran. Ran to a cliff, seeking to join my family, to end my misery. I jumped into the rigid rocks but water in the air stalled my fall. I tried cutting myself with blades, only to find my blood seeping back into my skin. I tried to hang myself only to discover that any water in a 500 mile distance would create a stool in which for me to stand. Countless times I tried countless ways to join my family in the heavens and always I was saved. So still I run, running from my past. My past that happened over 300 years ago.