Last time...
Y'ato sat up and shook his head. "I thought you were going to kill me Wosaki, where am I?" Wosaki smiled and said, "Alas, as I said, I had to get close to you in order to cast the spell. And to answer your question, you are in a secret location I dare not utter the name of." He paused for a moment, then continued, "We are known as the rebels, Y'ato. And we have been looking for you a long time now."
Well its been a month and a bit now.. It's time for Y'ato to relive his past. Same rules apply as last time.
Chapter Writers must keep to the story.
Chapter Writers must not end. I shall at chapter 20.
Chapter Writers must not kill off Y'ato.
Y'ato's Past
Chapter 1 - 'Rebbelion Reborn'
Y'ato took a moment to think. The rebels? Yes.. Yes... That is how the resistance guild had been born.
"Jesus... I'd forgotten about the rebels... There were only about a hundred of us..." He mumbled
"You know of the rebels? How? Tell me now, Y'ato. Where have you been?" Wosaki asked sternly and yet softly.
"If i told you, friend. You would not think me sane." Y'ato replied, a feeling in his head, urging him not to tell the truth.
"Did i think you sane when you first told us that the Morphers guild was turning evil?" Wosaki asked matter-of-factly.
"... Yes... But it's not the same." Y'ato felt beaten and sore. From the hospitality he had got from the temple where he had been kept - A blinding white light. Y'ato screamed.
"Seltor really did a number on you. You're his masterpiece, his ultimate weapon. He built you from the beginning, a perfect mixture of hate, strength and well... incompetence."
"No! Nooo It's not true!"
"That is your first misconception, your parents we're Seltor's elite. When he found out about you, he decided to put you to great use. Your parents willingly gave you to Seltor"
"No! You're lying!" Y'ato started foaming at the mouth. He felt his legs go numb and he crashed to the ground.
"Get a healer! It's Y'ato he's collap-
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The white light had not gone away. It was two days later and whether his eyes were closed or open, all he could see was a mind shattering whiteness. The lies he heard. Nemmerle. This was Nemmerle's fault. The voices he heard. People talking to him. They were faded and echoed. And when he tried to move his lips or his tounge to answer, they would not. Nor would his limbs move. Every so often, another of Y'ato's old friends also butchered by Seltor 'No y'ato. It was you. It was you and you know it'
'NO!' Y'ato screamed with his mind, 'You're lying!'
Another of Y'ato's friends, also butchered by. Se. Seltor.. who was known as the best healer in the Resistance guild would come along and attempt trans-morphs which would allow him to see into Y'ato's mind. To find out what was wrong. But the fact that he continued to do it, meant he had not found out.
Your parents were Seltor's slaves. They gave you to him willingly. You are evil, Y'ato. Accept it. Wake up, Y'ato. Do what you must.
"Why are you lying! What have i ever done to you?!" Y'ato shouted at the voice.
"Y'ato? Y'ato, thank the morph you're alright. Can you mov.." Toman the healer paused, "erm, who is lying?"
Next chapter has to go to the best writer down from urbanebula - SariBous