The Scarecrow

 The story behind the being that I am in truth, no more mysteries no more false identities.

The Scarecrow is me, I am the Scarecrow a being of magic and wonders. I was reanimated to live and breathe but I didn't get any memories to live with, I have a clean sheet to start writing my lives story on it.

Will I be successful in my quest to create memories that are worth thinking of and told.

Will I be able to get past my state as a reanimated "thing" thats only purpose was to scare away birds and other critters?

Will I be able to find a way to get what I am looking for?

But what I am looking for?

I'm not sure.....

I think normal human beings call this Feelings, sentiments....something like that.

I think that is what I miss, what I don't have, what I need.....

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Yes I am quite sure now, thats that emptiness inside, that blackness I can only sense, but cannot feel, my eyes, that are made out of buttons actually have no glow in them (Note to self: get a pair of normal eyes)

I know it will be a long way to walk, and it will hard and harsh.

But I have to do it, I CAN do it.

 HOW AND WHEN?

That's my other question to the world, how and when did my reanimation happen, oh and by WHO?

I don't remember, I only know that when I, lets say "woke up" I found myself laying next to a small wooden house.

I got up looked around, yes strange as it might seem to others I can see don't know how don't know why but I can see shapes and colours I can see everything or at least I think everything normal humanoids can see.

 (Still some normal eyes would be nice)

But back to the real problem. I have to find who done this to me. At least I would like to thank him. I think this is a great gift given to me.

More will come as I discover my future and rediscover my past....get my missing parts and I become a humanoid Scarecrow. 

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Oh and if you are wondering who is that bird in my hand, well his my only friend and companion Rokaniel strange as it might seem but he wasn't afraid of me and joined me on my journey.

Chapter I

 It started as a normal day, started yeah I'm talking nonsense again, days don't start for me, thanx to the fact that I don't sleep.

 So it was a day like all the others since my animation. I was standing in the Defensive Quarters, thinking, trying to get something out of the world, to understand its mechanics, its ticks, the things that make it work. I sometimes realize that when I start thinking about the mechanics of the world, I do a thing that is utterly stupid in my situation. I don't even know how I work, and I'm already trying to understand the mechanics of a far more complex thing than I am......As I was standing in the doorway, a picture appeared in front of me, didn't quite understand how that happened, it was a flash it only lasted a split second, it was like a memory, but something caught my attention. I saw a small wooden cottage in the corner of the picture, it was just like I have seen it sometime ago, it was in the corner of my view sometime long ago.