The inception:

It was panicking out there, no sense of light at the very distant. I would call this a total black. Which is why, I couldn’t tell what I was looking at. What I was starting to shape is a round-slightly oval on both the top and bottom edge ball with pacific blue patches allying at different nodes. It appeared to me like nothing I have ever seen. The image was getting vivid and the edges are getting more flat. I was getting this urge from the inside, to try putting into words the image I perceived. And next thing I saw, it suddenly got transfigured into my head and even worse, it was attached to my small body. Suddenly my head got heavy and when I glided that heavy structure resting on my body up, I could see a glowing ball the size even bigger than my head and shining. I could only surmise that to be the Sun. That was one hell of a dream that awakened me with this serious head ache. I felt like, I have been sleeping for ages just to let that image manifest into its proper shape. I was all wet in sweats, I needed some blood. I advanced for the jug and poured a glass of blood and drank it. After that night my life never became the same.

Well my name is Empis Abraedes and I am a mosquito. This is my story you will be reading. We belong to the tribe Aedini and Genus Abraedes. This is one weird name my father gave me when I first hatched out of the egg. He read it on some book  that in 300 BC A human named Aristotle referred to mosquitoes as 'Empis' in his 'Historia Animallium' where he documented our life cycle and metamorphic activites.My father is a retired history professor in Howardina university, he is currently the chief of our clan. He tells me people on the outside world hate us. When I asked my mom why they hated us? She just simply put it this way: ‘they don’t hate us son, they just don’t like us.’ I don’t know what she means with that, but I am always convinced by the way she can make things look so easy.

 I am always afraid of death and it's almost obvious when u r a mosquito.  My mom used to tell me, one day everyone has to die and death is what makes the life more meaningful. Why does she have to be ambiguous on every explanation? I can't doubt her though, she hasn't been wrong with the words once in all her life. My father married her when she was still at school and he was the headmaster. She was the brightest of all students. She had to quit school once my father got her pregnant. She told me once, she wanted to complete her high school but the feeling of having me in her egg was everything she would die for.

Sometimes I feel it’s really a tough thing living with an essence of a mosquito each day. I wished sometimes, if I could exchange my appearance with something else but mosquito. What if I could have this big physique like an elephant, would I still think like a tiny mosquito? What do other animals think anyways? My father used to tell me, it’s the human who is finer better animal on earth. He would tell me a boatload of stories about them, how they evolved as the most powerful and the most dangerous animals amongst all. I could tell it from looking at my fathers' face, human is the only thing on earth that my father fears of. He didn’t  tell me the reason why. Perhaps, he will someday or I will have to figure it out myself. I find their life strange from what my father tells me. How could they be so strange? They don’t have feathers and still fly on some fancy devices. My father believes in Aedini, our tribal god. He wants me to believe in the god too. I fear the god and keep myself away from what my father attests as evil. I wondered, if humans have god too. Or it is the same god they believe in. if so, why we r created less powerful than them. Does our god want us to suffer our whole life? We see less sunrise and sunsets in our life yet we suffer more in this trifle time. Is our god authorized with less power than their gods or it is the same god who resolves everything unjustified. Obviously my life has not been the same after the dream. I never talked this way before; I have this strange intuitive nudge asking me to do weird things more often than ever.