Contrary to what he had imagined, he was scared as FUCK when he found out he was about to die . And the thing they say about your life flashing before you, was damn true. He re-lived all the embarrassment he had felt in his life, which trust me, WAS A LOT OF EMBARRASSMENT .

But just as his body was about to crush on the edge of the mountain, he remembered what that famous brit comedian Ricky Gervais once said on a talk show .

“ Being dead is like being stupid, you dont realise it but its only painful for the ones around you “

True to a certain extent, maybe fully true for others but nobody would mourn for Randy. His dad caught him stealing money from his wallet once and kicked him out , later he found out that he wasn’t even his real dad but his uncle who had adopted him just to gain the inheritance left by his dead parents, apparently they had died when he was less than 1 years old. He didn’t know how they died but he wouldn’t put it past his bastard uncle killing them, people do all sorts of shit for money and the house that they had left was actually quite decent .

Things that happened to Randy were what turned him into what he had become, its easy to judge a person without knowing his past but Randy didn’t mind. He would hate it if people felt pity for him and treated him like some sick dog or wingless bird . The bad things that happened to him made him gave him hope that he might end up in heaven, and let me tell you.

Christian, muslim, pagan or atheist, when you were close to death, you prayed to GOD.

No matter what you tell to yourself, its as if your soul feels it, as if it feels its owner .

As if in those moments you understood that your body anatomy, those countless veins that never get entangled , those complex things that only nerds knew, they had a maker . A being so powerful that gave you a whole life to worship him but you chose not to, thats what your soul told you few moments before it left your body.

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When he opened his eyes, he surprisingly saw a battlefield.

“ Is God making me re live what I have done, the lives I have taken “

Took a few minutes for his vision to become un-blurry and for him to straighten his thoughts.

“ Why do I feel so hot, am I being burned by hell fire “ Randy had already understood the fact that he may have ended up in hell, the things he did were at times evil after all.

He tried moving but found himself stuck in something that looked like a carriage, were these things stuck in hell since year 1200 ? And his clothes were...

“ EYOO WTFF, WHY DO I LOOK LIKE FARKUAD FROM SHREK “

He looked like that midget bastard who wanted to marry Shrek’s chick before she turned all green and shit.

“ AGHH DID THE TORTURE START “

He felt a headache so bad, it felt like some sort of ancient idol like Zeus was filling his forehead with thunderbolts and flames.

Then all of a sudden, just like a cinema from year 1900 , he started having black and white flashbacks . All these unknown memories filling his brain, the headache was getting worse at every second that passed .

“ UGHH, I need some air “

He started coughing and without even looking, he kicked the door open, got out the carriage and lay down on the ground.

The pain lasted for 10 whole minutes until he finally realised the situation he was in.

He wasn’t dead, he had somehow become Frederick Laywind , son of Marquis Laywind who got accused of treason less then a week ago and got all of his territories and riches confiscated and his entire household executed.

Not even 13 of his bastard sons and the maids were spared, the only reason he was still alive was because during his father’s demise he had been studying at something called The 4 Royal Academies.

Since the nobles could not tie him to treason and they were scared to allow the heir to the Laywind lands be, they and the royal family granted him land in the desolate plains and they even granted him the fake status of Earl but everybody knew he was being sent to his death.

No money, no army, even that small sack of gold coins that he had was stolen by his household guards who found out the families demise and did not intend to go down with their useless young lord .

They stole his gold, knocked him out and left him here to die, and thats all he remembered.

“ This sounds fucking insane, straight out of a fantasy book “

The plot, the war, the royal academies who taught swordsmanship, magic and all sorts of practical skills, truly sounded like some low budged fantasy movie .

“ Fuck I hate these clothes “

Obviously from his memories he had realised that this is how nobles dressed, and his new appearance was that of a tall 20 year old young nobleman .

“ I look like such a pussy, does my ass smell like roses? My manliness is gone “

Randy was feeling like this was a punishment, his muscles gone truly felt like torture but his situation was even more alarming . These desolate plains that he had been given only belonged to the empire on paper, they were actually ruled by tribes who operated as city-states, constantly in war with each other fighting for those little ore and land benefits. From the memories of his body, he knew there to be over 50 tribes with 20 tribes that had a population over 10 thousand and with 30 other tribes whose population was between 2000-3000 each fighting each other .

Just like Randy or as he was now, Fredrick, they had been exiled by the empire hundreds of years ago and as humans tend to do, they adapted and formed tribes to improve their lifestyle.

A human would literally chose to be king of rats over being slave to humans, so these fellas had found ambition and aimed to conquer each other and become king of these shitty lands.

Since the law only allowed nobles to switch territory of a noble heir under the promises that they were young to rule it and weak to ‘ defend it from foreign invaders ‘ , the law allowed in such occasions for them to take the territory from the heir by giving him a land of equal size in exchange. So they basically gave him the entirety of these desolate planes.

Abandoning these lands would count as treason and get him beheaded, so it was basically a hidden exile or a hidden execution .

“ So this isn’t the kind of story where all the tribes swear loyalty to me and I avenge myself “

Obviously the moment he demanded these from the tribes he would get killed, who the fuck would obey a flower boy without any reputation or army .

Randy was not unfamiliar with war, and even though this was a world of swords he knew that what he needed right now was means to protect himself.

So he quickly stood up and went to the mountain of corpses in front of him to get a sword .