Journal Of An Odd-lifed Rejin

Chapter 1- Wait- I died?
I woke up one day, with a huge gash on my back. I was in some strange burnt down storage unit with some sort of witheran blade next to me. Next to the blade, was some sort of person.

"Who the heck am I?" I asked myself.

"You are EcuramFerata, Derika of Rejinia." A voice told me.

I looked in all directions.

"Ahh!!!" I screamed, scared out of my skins.

"Relax," the voice told me. "I am Amaros..."

Suddenly, a strange looking animal walked up.

"What are you?" I asked.

"I am a dog, young Rejinian Arachnian Parocovinain Deatharian Amaran." the dog who called himself 'Amaros' responded.

"And what does that mean?" I asked, confused.

I was only 10... How do you think I should comprehend this?

"It means you need to come with me." Amaros responded.

"Why? And why am I here?" I asked, still beffudled.

The dog sighed.

"Because you just died and I am your trainer." Amaros told me.

It all suddenly came back to me. I was fighting this person, he was wearing a strange dark cloak, originally. I tore it off with my own weapon, which had somehow vanished. Then, the person, presumably a Defominum Witheran, stabbed me with the blade... And then I died. I gasped. I remembered who I was. I knew who my brothers were. I wasn't 10. I was 13. I was a tiny bit short for my age, and I die alot.

"Amaros. Where are my two brothers, Deramor and Carum?" I asked.

"They are at my camp, practicing with their blade." Amaros, my trainer responded.

"Will I learn super awesome karate moves?" I asked, attempting a karate chop.

Amaros laughed. "There is no such thing as a karate chop. But yes, you will learn martial arts."

"What about the Reaper Blade?" I questioned.

Amaros immediatly frowned. "The Defominums took it as soon as you were stabbed."

TBC