Chapter 1: Chapter One
The north of England is almost a different world when comparing the culture and general common practises of the people. Naming just a few of these things would be the dialect and accent as this is one of the easiest to notice and thing that is different. Words that have never been heard being brought forth like nothing is wrong or just the accent being so thick that anyone who hasn't studied it or been raised here will have a hard time understanding this that it almost seems as if the people have gone back to the most primal way of communication, grunting or just making a noise.
The close second being that the people of the north are generally a lot more open to talking with strangers, I mean have you ever just walking down the street and some one just starts talking to you for absolutely no reason (how dare they). This is a stark juxtaposition to the people of the south, and you will know this to be true if you have ever been on the tube, if someone even has the though to speak the oppressive atmosphere of the people themselves will make you want to remove the very part of the brain that had this thought. The people of the north have an unwritten law between the people regarding people though, these people may seem warmer but the if these rules are broken the people on the tube seem like nothing.
Now the landscape itself is vastly different to densely packed cities of the south. Just a half hour walk from a city centre would land you in some woods or open fields that seem to span for miles or the abundant villages that seem like a walk in the park compared to the constant buzz of the larger cities. These villages is where our first story begins.
The cold winter night was like any other in that there was nothing spectacular about it, the wind with a bitter cold clawing into your skin with the one or two visible stars looking down upon the world as if they were beneath it. [well, that's that sorted then, what are we to do next Nick]
"we are to find the one that we believe witnessed the birth of a spirit" – Nick
[and how are we going to do that, when someone who has witnessed the birth of a spirit almost immediately has their memories wiped after looking away] -???
"And that is where this case is an abnormality, the spirit didn't wipe their memories but instead made them think of it as highly realistic dream that he can't stop thinking about" – Nick
[wait, what. How … why would a spirit that is one of the races born with the innate arrogance similar to that of the creator] -???
"nobody knows why, as of yet. But I have a feeling that this man played a key role in the successful creation of the spirit" – Nick
[that still doesn't make sense witnessing the birth of a spirit is the same as knowing the spirit inside and out. And with that damned racial pride they wouldn't even entertain the thought of allowing a mere human to know these details]-???
"watch it, don't you dare forget who you are speaking to. You may be a descendant of the creators apostles but your blood is so thin that it doesn't mean a thing while you are on this mortal plane" – Nick
[you know you always act all high and mighty whenever I mention the fact that humans are just an inferior race, the only reason that you people thrive is because of the laws imposed by Gaia that even the creator cannot oppose]-???
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