Descriptive Essay About Tattoos

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I have no home, I am but a wanderer. No one knows me. My origins are unknown to even myself. My future, as unpredictable as the futures of the people I encounter. Forgive me, for I have not properly introduced myself. Then again, I have no real identity. One may know me simply as Phoenix. That seems to be the only consistency in my life. The tattoo I have, of course, just below the curve of the neck, a dark phoenix is penned into my skin. To elaborate, my tattoo enables my life, more accurately, my abilities: with this tattoo I can read into the depth of one's mind, to foresee their future, and I speculate that the phoenix is the source of my long life. I cannot recall when first I woke, only that it was in the midst of a desert, any recollection …show more content…

Unlike all other humans I was neither deprived of sleep or dehydrated nor half starved during my travels through the forsaken desert. All the nourishment I required had been channeled from the life forms that were blind to my presence. It took me two weeks to reach the first human I would encounter in my many years. The man that rode towards me followed by a caravan of camels and carts similar to the one he now rode. They bore spices and fine silk, I was informed that they were nearing the end of their journey and that their final destination was in the Khentii province. I was beholden to accept their request to accompany them. After a week or more I had trained my mind to block out the invasive bombardment of everyone around me and their minds pressing on mine. I could now centralise and investigate further into a single being. I now also found the cause of the burning sensation on my neck when I would look into someone's mind. In a looking glass one night I found the phoenix, dark and defined in the fire light. It hovered as if in mid flight, wings extended and head lowered as if ready to attack. For the remainder of the journey The men in the trading party ignored me as a stranger in their midst. For that I was thankful and was able to seclude myself from the rest of the party. Only Ganzorig, the first man I met whom also invited me to accompany them, would associate with …show more content…

They plotted to expel the family from their midst. Before long they did, curious I followed the family from afar. I closely and discretely watched young Temujin to see how he would react to their poverty. I read his mind often and found horrific intentions in his juvenile mind. He wanted to act on his hatred to his half brother. To take what he wanted most, power and authority of his own family. It scared me, to think that in his little consciousness, he could be plotting such murderous deeds. It kept me up at night until at long last he had plotted long enough. I felt him wake and advance toward the tent of his brother. With a dagger in hand, he envisioned himself striking the chest of his brother spilling the blood of his relative to quench his resentful ambitions. I followed him into his brothers tent, as he entered, however, I saw something new in the future of young Temujin. I saw him riding tall and foreboding on a black steed, the decapitated bodies of hundreds of hundreds of men, women, and children surrounded him. Death and decay filled the very vision I had. My mark burned at the heinous display before me. In my vision he boasted that he had united nearly all of the East under his bloody regime and that he would never stop until all of Asia was his. The blood that was about

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