Skylar

You will never know loneliness until you've wandered a foreign world with only a drake hound pup by your side. Nothing but trees, grass, and shade in every direction. All you can do is continue on in one direction, hoping that you are going the right way. All the while cursing the very gods that dropped you in this world, with a promise of you loving the world you are about to inhabit. A world they say was tailor made for you. You will never be so relieved to finally see other intelligent beings. Even if you are surrounded by them at spear, sword, and club point. Their leader -a beautiful Ape-kin girl with pink tattoos woven throughout her white fur. A thick club in hand lazily resting up on her left shoulder.- would step forward. I would be able to help but smile at her with my usual charming smirk, especially with how beautiful she was. Now before I continue this story, I guess I should probably explain exactly what I mean by being dropped in this world by the gods. I should probably stop saying it that way. I was cast into this realm by the god. Well actually it was more like being given this world as a gift. A well deserved one might I add.. And yes I mean more than one. Well I wasn't exactly dropped as you will see. I guess I should give you a little flashback to my life before I meet the gods. My name is Skylar but please call me Sky. I was a human who lived on Earth. Born to young parents who fell in love while in the foster care system. Samuel and Shian were the greatest parents I could ever ask for. Mom's curry and Dad's honey barbeque wings were my two favorite foods growing up. Both my parents were very spiritual and as a result I too became spiritual. My room shelves were filled with different stones and gems. My wall above my bed had a collage of dream catchers made into one large catcher the same size as my queen size bed's headboard. I had incense holders on my night stands. Meditation, chakras, ki, aura and the like have always been fascinating to me. That's before I discovered anime. They became a huge part of my daily routine. However when I was in high school I lost sight of them. Being a bullied teen drove me into depression. Bullied not just for being a proud anime loving super nerd. But for being a queer proud anime super nerd. See, when I was in junior high I discovered a term that seemed to fit me quite well. I was born male but discovered that I identify as non binary. Telling my parents about my identity went great. They supported me fully. Even helped me when I was confused or feeling lost. Mom even helped me reinvent myself. Giving me a makeover that was just perfect. Making my looks a little more androgynous. This went perfectly with my already androgynous voice. However puberty decided to come around late for me and my voice deepened. Which only became another bully point. Despite this however I still made friends. Stepping onto the high school campus day one I thought I would be able to put it all behind me and start over after loosing friends to different school districts or moving families. I thought I would make new friends and start to actually enjoy school again. Little did I know highschool would be far worse than I ever expected. However after my parents found out -I never told them- it did get better. It made the principal implement new policies. So high school got better. That is until senior year, the last semester. Right before graduation. After going on a cruise, my amazing parents got sick at the very beginning of a worldwide pandemic. They were healthy except for their poor lungs. Both my parents had breathing problems. They always had. I don't really know how it skipped me but my lungs were perfect. I could run for hours and never get short of breath or need an inhaler. Perhaps it had to do with mom carrying me past turm. She always said I never wanted to come out. That it was like I knew how cruel this world was. Anyhow, for a long time I couldn't go and see them. I was stuck at home and at school while they wasted away in the hospital. By the time I could finally go and see them they were shells of their former vibrant selves. Still very young but now shriveled up like they were two World War two veterans at the end of their lives. I got all of three days with them before I was making arrangements for their memorial service. At seventeen years old I became exactly like my parents. An orphan. The only difference is I suddenly became a rich emancipated orphan. My mother was a great investor. My father owned his own company which he sold after getting it to international status. Both put that money in an account for me that would have become mine at twenty one. But in their combined will it said that should they both pass on they wish for me to inherit the house and cars, to become emancipated, and for the account to be fully available. Stubborn me would only use it for gas, house maintenance, groceries, and bills. I felt like I did not deserve this money. I understood that they were my parents and they wanted the best for me but it just felt wrong to be using the money at that time. So I had set a goal for myself. To make my own money and live off of it for two years before I would accept the money as my own. So by my twentieth birthday I had achieved that goal. I've always had my parents' work ethic. Even when I was in school I had good grades. After all the bullying I had to work hard to get my grades back to normal. It took a bit of time but I managed it. I graduated valedictorian but I missed my graduation because I was too busy with funeral plans. So I became a writer. Using my grief as fuel for my art, writing poems and stories that expressed many of my hidden feelings. As I matured as a writer so did my content, taking me into the realm of the erotica and from time to time smut. Taking paid requests from people who loved my stories. During this time what helped my writing was falling in love and getting my heart thoroughly broken. She taught me so much in the time we were together. My confidence, self-esteem, and overall self awareness went through the roof while in the relationship. I was self assured. But well, she vanished completely. No one knows where she went. She stopped showing up to work. She stopped calling her friends and family. Her phone is completely shut off. She abandoned her apartment and even her car has vanished. We put out a missing persons report and they found no foul play at work so they dropped their investigation. It hurts to be abandoned like that. Not knowing if you did something wrong or if she was in some kind of trouble or what. It was good fuel for writing however. Especially for my poems. But it didn't break my confidence or self assurance. It did, however , close my heart behind a multilayer safe with lasers and multiple padlocks with different unlocking mechanisms for each layer. I know I've been going on about my life but I just wanted to give you an understanding that even though it was hard at times. I had some struggles. There was nothing in my life that would give warning to what comes next. Six months before my birthday I start to have really bad headaches. They started as simple headaches that two Tylenol would cure. Over the course of a week, it became so bad I would start to black out. At first they couldn't figure out what was causing it. They scanned my brain and it was spot free. Nothing to see. Then a week later I'm in the hospital again and now I have not one, not two, not three, but five cancer spots that were as big as medium sized marbles. They started therapy and all that but it continued to grow at a rate that wasn't ever seen in medical history. So much so that in four months I was hospitalized on my deathbed. I honestly didn't think this day would come. I figured I'd get better eventually, but it would seem that the cards were not in my favor. The doctor and nurses said it was a miracle that I even had as much energy as I did or even the strength to pull myself from the bed to the small work station they had set up for me. Truthfully though I simply couldn't just lay around. And that this is where my tale begins. In a hospital bed waiting to either get better or pass on.