User blog:Kat2wind2archer/Story of Snowflake.

I'm a rabbit.

I'm not sure if you know what that means.

A rabbit; A creature to scared to hurt a living animal, living of nature instead- a small, harmless being, that roams the woods and runs from foxes, wolfs.

Not exactly.

This is my definition of a rabbit;

A rabbit; a creature disgusted by the thoughts of playing god- playing as death and life, choosing what to kill and what not; it's a animal that lives of beings that won't be missed, that won't cause pain to their close ones if gone, like plants; t's a creature that's ranked lower, hidden, and makes no moves to change that. A creature that keeps it's hunger, hate, sadness and hurt behind a mask, a mask of innocence and fear. We roam the forests, because it's our land; we respect territory, even if others go againced our rights, attacking us. We run from foxes and wolfs, because if we didn't; you'd feel as if we where better, for not being scared, while you would have been. We don't want you to think we're better then you.

Well.

Since we got that over with- I'm a rabbit.

I was born in Camicazia.

When you look at maps, you might not see it at first.

You'll look all over the map; but you won't find it that way.

Camicazia is the map; it's everything there.

It's chaos- it's the whole world, just like the map.

But it also isn't exactly the actual world- also like the map.

It's nothing and everything at the same time.

It doesn't exist- but still, it somehow manages to be.

Just like I am and you are.

It is.

I am in the same meaning as Camicazia is.

I'm not a material, you can't tuch me- I have no atoms.

I just exist as something different, I exist as something non-existant.

Let's put it this way; I'm a thought.

It scared me sometimes; I can disappear, and only a few people will notice, only one or two of those few will cry over me.

Yes, I'm getting of topic here.

I'm a rabbit, and I'm from Camicazia.

There's not much to me.

But I have someone who is a big part of my existence.

Mr. Dobi.

Now, yeah, the name may be funny.

Attach it to a murderer who controls animals into killing humans just to capture two girls?

Yeah, not funny at all.

I still think you laughed at it though.

Anyways. You see, he sucks. I mean, any murder sucks. But- without him- I wouldn't be.

You see, if he wouldn't be, I wouldn't be, Mythical wouldn't be, Deper, Slash, Beld, Illi wouldn't be. We all wouldn't be.

Needles to say, everyone like us hold up each other-

If anyone gets forgotten- all the others fall apart.

Mr. Dobi would be everywhere where me and Mythical went, we'd always try to get information out of him, to see what he is up to.

We would always get caught sooner or later by one of his bots.

It was fun though. Small missions we could go on.

Dom and Dan- the most recent bots I remember.

When was the last time I have saw them?

four-five years ago?

Has it... really been that long?

Well.

I don't think Myth remembers but- once there was this one girl we met at a mission.

Her name was Kate.

I don't remember her hair, I don't remember her face- but I remember that her name was Kate.

I don't even remember what we did together- all I remember is us laughing, being happy, the three of us.

Seen her once, never seen her again; she's the only one out of two or three others that know about Mr. Dobi- but I'll tell you about them later.

Okay. So once we got the first main character in my 'story', here's the second.

He popped up one day, while I was at 'work'.

A one centimeter Panda.

A weird one, he was.

Only me and Myth knew he existed, only we knew he had a beating heart, beating for us.

He wasn't from Camicazia, nor Earth.

Unlike us, he was a material- a bunch of atoms.

But his soul was like us, non-existance, but is was, like I am and you are.

He began to write this story, you see.

Page by page, he filled the memories of me and Myth's adventures with Mr. Dobi.

Somewhere along the way we met Howie and Helix;

H & H.

Even though they where one of the closest people to us, they where even more non-existance.

Think of non-existence as a sickness.

We where sick, but it was worse for them; and getting even more worse.

So, there was about five years of adventuring, before... they all disappeared.

Panda, Battline (someone i'll tell you about yet another time), Helix and Howie.

They all disappeared, never to be seen again.

I even lost Mythical.

Now I live as a emotion, I am expressed as everything that is hidden behind a mask.

The mask I mark my memories with-

I'm just writing this down so if I loose my mask, I'll be able to go back and check my memories, making sure they didn't disappear.

So yeah.

That's my short story-

There's plenty, plenty more I can tell you; but that would take to long.

Have a 'g day, friend.

Today I'll sit in memory of the loss of everyone who has ever  'been' .

Five years ago, we would still be laughing and telling stories.

Myth and I are still waiting, Avamalad. At least one letter, as a sign your still there?

...

No?

Well then, another year we'll wait.

'G day.