Hello! So finally I have my hand on fiction writing for real after seeing you guys being so creative about them. And this one is my very first fic I had published, but still got a rough edge here and there, just gonna post it here and explain later... From time to time, I have to ask myself the true reason I existed in the first place. It’s weird, right? Yes, I am not a human as I was created to be… but the abilities to feel, think, and being independence I was given is far ahead of all the knowledge the world could currently provide, as far as I have learned… “Still curious about the same question, my dear?” The aged voice came from behind me. There, an old man I’ve called “Professor”, my creator and also my father figure. He has devoted all his life for me and other people, especially locals of mostly untouched nature of this valley. He’s relaxing on his favorite rocking chair looking at me, though he would rather walk around, take care the farm, or doing researches if he could… Now I am in place for almost all of his presence. “Yes… still has that sharp mind as always, Prof.” I replied But, I began to worry about his health, so far he looked fine from the outside, but his body began to betray his will… “The flow of time is always cruel, isn’t it? We both have witness it, we both also on the flow, but unlike you, dear, I have come so far and no longer be farther. There’s no way to hold it…” “But… isn’t it a way to actually did it? I heard you have mentioned once or twice…” I quickly cut in, not even imagined what he would say next. “I actually able to, but I’m afraid the world is not well prepared for such a thing, as well as you. And that would break a whole more law of nature. Now listen closely and carefully…” He cut it back. And I did follow as he said. “We both have seen the life around us came in and gone for decades, the outsiders who decided to settled in and eventually have families of their own, seeing them grow like the flora we’ve got here, ones who seek for a better life, either here or other places— the very same reason I’m here, witnessed the very last moment of one’s journey as you are about to.” He paused for a moment and tried to find something. I have no word left as I heard him lamented what soon to be his last will. Then he continued. “You have given both a gift and a curse : Eternity. You will see the reason of the latter soon enough. Here is my last will you expected.” He then hand me over a book, the very same book he has read recently. It’s come with no title or whatever to describe the book’s content. But I’m sure it’s isn’t an ordinary book… “You knew not to judge the book by its cover, right? Read it and you will see, but not now, there’s no time left. As when I decided to have the family of my own, it is way too late for me, I have to find the worthy person who will continue my legacy, you could keep all of these running by yourself, but that will make us a bit selfish. So while the fortune still on my side, I revisit the ever busy town I have left from, to see what have been changed so far-- still very same town except its appearance, people there still have less connection, but not everyone. Then he ran into me.” “Who’s that person?” I asked as he regaining his breath. “Orphaned, nameless, but full of spirit, for such a young boy facing all the life problems by himself, but he seem to be without guidance. One time he did steal something from me as I least expected. Before he could escape with the loot, I calmly asked him to stop. The boy halted as he is bewildered by the kindness. He decided to return them and have a nice talk to said boy. Then I offer him to be my stepson, he kindly declined, and he insisted to…” Strange, isn’t that boy has a choice in such a condition, but why? “He wanted to prove he can live by himself. That’s the person I am talking about, dear. I believed he will grow up along with a seed of wisdom I have sown for him, to be a brighter man out there. Once he is ready for my last gift, seek for him and bring him here, I’m sure he will. But going to give this farm in current state seem to be too easy. After this season’s harvest, abandon the farm and let the nature reclaim the territory, preparing the trial.” “…and one last thing especially for you, my precious girl, I will unbind you, and let you feel all the empathy, the pain and all things human could. I believe one day you will understand.” “Setting me free?! How could you sure that I will follow your last instruction…” He shushed me and he chanted some kind of spell. Suddenly, my mind become unconstrained and freely thinks about anything imaginable, and I feel sort of things I can’t explain… “Now, what is your name? I remembered so far that I never called you by name once.” True that and I suppose to have one… “Terra” I answered. “Born from the soil, blessed with the life, I assume? Just keep in mind that it’s not the origin that define you, it’s what you act to the others that matters. Now let me rest, Terra my daughter…” His eye close and his rocking chair became still not long after. I touched him and I felt cold at my hand-- it’s never happened before, and from what I learned, cold human body isn’t a good sign… I have to position my hand right below his nose just to be sure, but I sense nothing, thought I can tell whether the air is moving around. This is what his spell is about, giving me full independence and let me sense, feel and express… emotions… to… the… ful… *sob, sob* Droplet of water start to form and flow down from my eyes, along with all the sudden sadness overwhelmed me— he is passed away. So this is his last lesson he gave to me, his last guidance for my new found characteristic… He has devoted so far for me, and I should not let his effort been in vain… “Rest in peace, Father... I will bring your wish into reality.” But all he got here for me is his book, what I suppose to do? Read it and you will see, he said… I turned the book cover and… everything around me became brightest white blinding me, then the countless images of Professor, me, people I know and I don’t, appeared and flashed around… I recognize most of them and soon I realize it’s his memories, from the moment I’m not yet exist to the recent incident when he ask my name, it’s all there and finally formed into a corridor of his biology. From the point I standing, there’s two ways I could walk, one lead to his past as depicted with images of recent days and another lead to pitch black ‘future’ with no image at all, marked the end of his journey… “Terra, if you are here, it’s mean that I have passed away not long ago...” The familiar voice echo around “It’s my fault that I didn’t properly state my last will, but I believe you can figure it out the missing parts. And yes, all you have seen here is all my memory for as long as this book has been created while I’m still a young man. If you have to ask me, you better seek its answer yourself.” And there come embark of my own journey… Other chapter : "The Creation" -> Cp.1 Last Will (this post) -> Cp.2 Last Reaping "The Orphan" -> Cp.1 Guidance "The Professor" -> Cp.1 A New Life "The Artist" -> Cp.1 Pursuing The Dream -> Cp.2 Past, Present, Future Short stories -> "The Inspiration" Edit (14/Aug/16) : Rename fictions and reorganize the post.