I Am But One Novels & Stories

There are five of me. Each one reflected in a wall of glass angled just right. Each one showing a different version. One wears rags and chains. One is dressed in crimson, a dagger in her hand. One holds a child. One wears black armor and rides into battle. The last one—the last one is just me. Tired. Alone. The mirrors are merging now. Blending possibilities into one another. I close my eyes and breathe. You know who you are. The thought roots itself in my chest. It’s shaky, but it’s mine.

“I’m reminding you who you are.” I took a step closer. “I know exactly who I am,” I said. “That’s the problem. You’re the only one who doesn’t.”

I was that soft on the inside. I decided to ask him a little question of my own. “I have always wondered, how does it feel being the only one of your kind? You know, how does it feel getting that inner loneliness because there's no one to communicate your feelings with, and a whole lot of people just fear you.” He shrugged. “It is awfully lonely but I had told myself long ago that if I focused on it, I would never survive.”

I am too fabulous to chase a man. That's a huge ironic statement for a sucker like me. I wonder where's Jericho. I bet he is home. "I am glad that everyone is here to celebrate with me. I am delighted to see some familiar faces too, coming from my relatives, investors, and business partners. Tonight, let us toast for this massive success! Cheers, Ladies and Gentlemen!" Getting bored with the ambiance, I decided to step back because I feel unsettled, so I excused myself to my mom and dad.

I still had a use for it. I held up the bag and waved it in front of the camera. The viewers thought I was putting on an act. The chat was filled with nothing but strings of censored curse words. You could tell how nasty the comments were. However, I did not care one bit. I displayed my medical records directly. "I know you won't believe anything I say, but don't let someone with ulterior motives manipulate you into becoming their weapon. "I'm not the first person she's slandered. If you keep enabling her to do evil, then what's happening to me now will happen to you too.”

The question echoes, a mantra of uncertainty reverberating through my consciousness. Continuously, relentlessly. A realization dawns, one as illuminating as the brightest star. The truth unfurls—a realization woven into my very core. I am no one. A nameless wanderer, an enigma spun from cosmic threads, seeking purpose among the celestial tapestry.

"No. Not one of a kind. The only kind. I'm my own kind." * * * * * Don't forget to vote and drop your comments!

“It needed a vessel. A doorway. A way to release darkness across the land.” My stomach twists. “And now it wants me.” “It wants your power,” he corrects. “Because you’re the only one who can stop it.” I shake my head. “I don’t know how. I don’t even understand what I am.” “You’re the One,” he says gently. “The only one who can save me. Save your mother. Save everyone.” Tears burn my eyes. “I don’t want to fight you.”

Jasmine said sniffling while smiling. “Then as your hands are bond together, so your lives and spirits are now joined in an union of love and trust. Above you are the stars and below you is the earth. Like the stars you love should be a constant source of light, and like the earth, a firm foundation from which to grow, you are now bound to one another as long as your love shall last. You may now kiss one another.”

Her eyes were still glowing white, no visible pupils. He glanced at the woman and frowned. No one was supposed to see her like this. He took her hand gently and led her out, but the woman’s final words froze him in place. "You know, don’t you? She’s the one. The one everyone gave up on waiting for." He didn’t respond. He just walked out with Snow. Her eyes slowly returned to normal. Her lips parted slightly as she spoke. "What did she mean by ‘I'm the one’? She called me the Moon Goddess, but I’m not that... I’m just an Ome...."