coming back from the dead

  I woke up with a pleasant feeling, but without delay the [status]-similar windows started popping up.

  I closed the [status] after reading it.

  ….I was now 14 years old….

  I was unconscious for 6 years?

  And what’s up with the [Creator-like] level?

  Shouldn’t it be [God-like]?

  And all those other things…..

  Well, the [status] did not lie, I did feel full of mana.

  Looking around I finally took notice of my surroundings.

  It was rather dark, only the moonlight and a slight glow from an dim aura that had formed around me lightened up a bed that stood in the middle of a complicated magic circle drawn on the floor.

  As nothing else was around I decided to take a look at myself.

  To make it easier for me to watch myself I decided to try out if I could make the light particles in front of me reflect back, and just with infusing a minuscule amount of my mana into my thoughts the picture of a heavenly young lady with gleaming long golden hair, a beautifully fair skin and pure white wings appeared in front of me!

  Golden eyes glanced at me and a slight smile nearly made me fall in love with myself.

  I must say I was not a very narcissistic person, but with such an appearance I would need to be careful. I really didn’t want to become like one of those smug girls putting up a death flag after another.

  An alarm bell ringing in the background got me out of my stupor.

  I just woke up and another bad thing happens? Really? Does it have to?

  Removing the mirror I had set up and standing up, I nearly couldn’t make it to the window so unaccustomed to my own limbs I was.

  Leaning on the ledge at the window I could detect nothing interesting outside, so I slowly made my way outside my room to look for someone in the hallways.

  Still nothing?

  No, there were some faint footsteps coming closer. A second later a maid came around the corner nearly bumping into me, but still falling down in the progress of evading me.

  I held out my hand trying to help her up, but she just looked at me with big eyes, then jumping up and running away screaming: “HELP! MONSTER! ANGEL! HEEEEEEEEEEEELLLP!”

  …

  As I found nothing behind me justifying such an outbreak I couldn’t help but feel insulted. Calling such a beautiful girl…. girl like me a monster can be considered rather rude, right?

  Even if I still don’t really feel like a girl, this is still very insulting.

  But considering everything here is of the darkness-element I can forgive her for calling me a monster for being an angel.

  Anyway, to stop such things from happening again I hid my wings, which worked beautifully, stopped all mana from leaking, which was a bit difficult to concentrate on the whole time, and hid my aura….not.

  It was impossible. It even said permanently in the description.

  Ignoring that for now I followed the maid in a comfortable speed, wondering how others may react to me and what has happened during my ...death? sleep? whatever!

  A few corridors later a lot of guards in heavy armor, with shields in the front and spears from the back surrounded the helpless, small, slightly glowing girl in a white sleeping dress.

  From behind the shield wall I heard someone shouting: “We’ve got this abomination! Now do like we trained! Mages, cast some shields, then slowly push …..” “HEY!”, I disrupted this guy. “What do you idiots think you are doing?”

  “...”

  “KILLLLL!” A guy from the second row jumped forward and easily pierced my chest with his spear.

  Not wanting to fight back I just let my body respond naturally to being killed: loosing all my muscles and letting me slump to the floor and doing nothing. Not breathing felt somehow strange, but I somehow knew could stay like that for a while.

  A lot of them were surprised it went so easy, but because I showed no sings of having faked my death, they soon carried me away to a pitch black room and laid me down onto a stone table.

  When they had left, I stood up and tried to find out where I was using the glow my body gave off as a light source.

  Going around the room I found more tables, similar to the one I was put on, as well as several knifes, saws, tongs and other instruments used to dissect a body. Apparently they left me in a morgue or something like that.

  Not caring about that in any way I took some cloth I found on one of the tables and made myself a comfy bed in the place the guards put me on.

  I quickly fell asleep.

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  you haven’t expected me to post this chapter so soon, didn’t you?

  well, anyway……

  its the same for this chapter like for the last one

  pls tell me whats wrong with all I did and post many many comments

  and tell me if my tags are right.

  also, I will stop using the [skills] in the [status] (like I did in this chap.) because its just too much work.

  oh, and I think I should say thank you about the over 1000 views I have on several chapters now

  is that much?

  I don’t think so, but who cares?

  I’m happy anyway.

  I’m already done with the next chapter after this (surprisingly), even if it is short, so that one will come tomorrow.

  @zakripng(that guy wrote a review): haters gonna hate (not you though, your text is perfectly fine)

  I write this story because I want to, so I REALLY dont care much how many readers I get (even if I’m happy about them and any comment I get)