Immoru: Introduction

Throughout a great expanse of years, people have asked the same, seemingly simple questions about me.

"Who is he?..." they talk in the streets.

"What is he?..." they murmur in their homes.

"Why is he?..." they whisper in the shadows.

Ah, that one's my favorite, not just because no one can know why they exist but because of the foolishness behind people speaking it in the shadows. It is quite pointless of them to speak of this in the shadows. Perhaps they fear me; possibly thinking that if I catch on to their conversations I will exact some form of revenge on them? That is quite silly: I am not that kind of a person. Although I can understand its origin: most people tend to fear the unknown, of which I have made myself to be, but it is imprudent of them to wrap their conversations in shadows. Do people really think the darkness enjoys hiding all's secrets for them. Nobody enjoys hiding secrets, so why would the darkness enjoy it?

The shadows are all very similar—they all are made of darkness, and they blend and mesh together better than the most perfect soul mates—so why would they not tell each other the secrets stored in them? They all perfectly mingle with each other. Have you not seen their splendid dance? Multiple things mixing so flawlessly together must share what is given to them, or else they would not bond in the way they do. As such, it is foolish for anyone to want to share secret conversations in shadows because the shadows like to share with all of the darkness, as it is all simply one in a whole, so it is inevitable that one thing told in the darkness is known by all of it. And since I have a small piece of that darkness, forever following me around, eventually my shadow catches that secret baton passed along in the darkness, and I ultimately learn of it because my shadow is part of me, and what it is—what it knows—I am, and know, whatever it does.

It isn't that the shadows cannot be trusted—in fact, your shadow is possibly the one who you should trust the most, as it definitely trusts you the most. Why else would it follow you around until the darkness decides to reclaim its shadow? It is just their innate nature to be one with the darkness they are compiled of, so you cannot blame them for giving up your secrets. You can only blame yourself. Even though you should trust your shadow, that does not mean you should reveal all to it: realize the shadow's capabilities, and do not tell it your secrets unless you want all to know them as well.

They shadows have to share it, if they did not, they would not be a piece of the darkness. It would be like a human not sleeping; although they can resist it for a time, eventually they must sleep, or else a human is no longer a human. It is part of being a human. Shadows being one with the darkness is part of who they are. Everything one shadow knows, all of darkness knows as well.

Hiding words in the shadows. Humph. Do I not have a shadow too? I am not that different! I still have a shadow. In a way, my shadow has been the only thing with me my whole life.

As a result of the eternal bond of the shadows, I, of course, eventually learned of those questions; from people's own foolishness did they reach me.

So simple... those questions... "Who, what, ...why..."

They really are not simple at all: their answers are not something that can just be said. The direct answers are hidden deep within my mind—encrypted with an unbreakable lock—but the details of the answers still leak out of their prison, and from there they can be recollected and put together using the massive puzzle of my life.

Over many, many years, I—Immoru Nazo—have heard those questions from the shadows. I realized that I seemed to have become a popular person of interest to the general public—as well as sparked a great many of significant others interest in me. Many, might I add, of which were not the most pleasant people to be around.

I have managed to collect quite the jar of people's hate for me during my time on this planet, although it is something that I believe I deserve. I had known that my actions would have consequences such as those. Making myself unknown was a big contribution to that jar: the unknown being a thing humanity hates so much. Its entire goal has always been to know everything for the benefit of humanity, and I—being an unknown—got in the way of that, but I still got a kind of thrill at being that unknown. Such a fun game, it is, but in time a game has to end...

It is completely logical that people have become curious as to who, what, and even why I am. I had never explained myself fully, instead preferring to keep my secrets chained to my heart. For what most people see me as, I understand their hate towards me, even if the hate is misguided, it is certainly not their fault. In this Day & Age, I fully understand the public eye of me because there simply is not that much to understand of me. I have told the human population so little about me until now. I am a complete mystery to most, and my... traits—I suppose that works—coupled with that mystery of who I am, frighten them into hating me, and simply wondering about me.

All people are born with the overwhelming strive to know, to understand, to feel at peace with the world around them. We all want to feel that unity with everything, so humans are innately curious about their surroundings in order to try and feel in balance with their world. If we do not find that balance we change it to our liking. The world being everlastingly increasing in disorder, and humanity's want to be in unison with it, makes us want to understand everything about it. Curiosity is a human trait we cannot forgo.

Even I am curious about everything—contrary to the beliefs that I am in-human—I want to know about everything around me, to feel in unity with my world. Something that sparks my curiosity quite a bit is curiosity in humans in general. A good example would be how humans tend to be xenophobes—afraid of differences between us—yet humans are always curious enough to try and understand those differences. Humanity investigates the differences, trying to find why they are so different, yet they expel and reject them, and refusing to believe in their actual existence in many cases, completely shunning them from society. I am a prime example of one of those differences: I am not a xenophobe, in fact, I am a xenophile. I embrace differences, and I find it a tremendous shame that humanity rejects them wholly. My love of differences is part of what makes me so different.

Humans are so amusing sometimes. They themselves are paradoxes just by what they do and believe. Humanity acknowledges paradoxes, believing they understand them, but in actuality no one can truly understand a paradox. It is not possible; we can analyze them all we want, but never can we understand them. Another comical thing about humanity, in their path to be in unison with the world, they simply create more disorder—abiding to the natural laws of entropy. As humans, they realize this law exists, but they ignore it: tending to say something along the lines of "Rules are meant to be broken..."

I cannot answer the questions asked about me from today's society in a direct way because, for me, they are far too complex of an answer to state with a simple statement. At first glance, they may be simple to you, but their answers are woven together in a far more complex way than many may have imagined.

I have perceived that the best way to suffice society's thirst of knowledge on who, what, and why I am is the story of my life. It can indirectly feed the details of the answers to the questions many want to know—albeit in puzzled form—as well as quench any more thirsts that may arrive from the answers themselves. I very much hate repeating myself, so my life should explain everything in one nice blow, whether it be soft or hard, swift or monotonous, or leave behind a scar of a benevolent or malevolent impression. I hope it shall get the job done just fine, dwelling on the past is something I dropped long ago, and it shall not be enjoyable for me to recollect and retell my memories.

Enough of this idle chit-chat now, I have pondered on far too long about simple shadows and the trivial problems in my life.

As any life story should begin, I shall head onwards into the recollection of my childhood; delving deep into my aged swamp of blurred memories...

A/N: This is just a small introduction to this story, meant to get it rolling, I may completely change or expand on it later as I see fit. Something else I want to mention is that this is meant to be viewed as an autobiography of a fictional character. Also, know that this is a Sci-Fi fiction work. It may not seem like it, but after I get into Immoru's life more, you will see why it is, and believe me, it definitely is. I may change the fact that this is categorized in the adventure genre later on in my progression of the story, but for now, I am leaving it, as it is an adventure through Immoru's life, but I do know that the things I will bring up in this story eventually can be classified in numerous categories, so it is hard to choose one.

Immoru's childhood should be fully posted within a month, it could be anywhere from within 2 to 4 parts comprising of his childhood, and they are going to be fairly in depth, mostly signifying things important later on.

Last little thing to note: this "chapter" length is WAY shorter than other things I have planned, like I said, it is simply a short introduction.

Thanks for reading, I would highly appreciate and reviews, including criticism (just don't be an asshole about it, that annoys me).