Struggle
Devenity's POV;
There I was, once again, drifting through a black void of nothingness, how many times have I been here? A zone of complete darkness, no sound, no light, no warmth.
Was I dead? I couldn't feel my body nor could I see anything, this must be what death feels like, right? No, you don't think when you're dead, then if I'm not dead where am I, and what's happening to me?
Being in my own body has become a little frustrating, I feel like half a person. Knowing my memories are being played with and also not being completely sure that you're something special is a strain on the brain, I can't help but feel I would be living a much better life if I knew my origins.
My origins
Where exactly do I originate from? I never saw the need to ask such questions at the orphanage
