《Cruel reality》Chapter I
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If someone can tell me how to better place the table i would be so glad (incert south park meme here lol)
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Chapter 1
I wake up with the feeling of cold surface against my body and stagnant air.
I open my eyes and find myself in a dirty and dimly lit room, but strangely, i can see my surroundings like in plain day.
I incorporate and sit in what appears to be a marble table with carvings.
How did i end up here? And... What is here?
I begin to examine the room i'm in.
It appears to be a storage like room with loads of putrid old linen fabric on the walls, some rusty pieces of metal leaning
the floor, and even some full sets armor of course as rusty as the pieces of metal that i assume where once weapons ,anyway both of them are of no use now ,looking like if i even barely touched them it would crumble in a pile of rust. The floor seems to be made of some kind of rock different from the place i'm sitting in now and right across me there is a large glass panel.
Taking a better look at it , i realize its a window and from the other side a being was knocking on it.
It is as tall as the window, it has an old red ragged robe that covered its entire body and a white mask with a black pattern on it, the most terrifying thing about it was where one is supposed to see eyes, only black was present.
When it notices that i'm seeing it, it points with a finger to a door made of rock at the far right, hidden by a pair of rusty armors.
But i don't go there right away because at the moment it pointed at the door i knew why it doesn't have eyes. Its a freaking skeleton!.
I start going to the door i move aside the armors and just as i imagined they crumble ... There goes the only thing that seems to have some defense in this room.
I look behind once more desperately trying to find another way out but to no avail.
Well i got two choices .
Wait here until he leaves.. I don't think he will because the fabric he is wearing seems to be as old as the ones in the room i'm currently in. Just how much time has been there? Maybe i'll ask it if it doesn't kill me right away.
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Open the door like the skeleton gestured and hope for the best.
I choose the second one because i have no way to know when its leaving or if i can hold out enough .. I'm already starving and the cold i'm feeling in this room is not to be belittle.
I take a deep breath as to calm my mind and open the door.
As to baffle my mind i found the being kneeling in a knee and with an arm across its chest.
"My, lord your humble servant rejoice for your awakening". He says with an overly manly voice.
If could see my own face at this time i'm sure it would be a astonished one, because what are the chances that for a seemingly normal person like me to have a servant like that.
I start pondering but i can't come up with any possible event that could led to this even worse i can't even remember myself!.
i start to panic.
Trying to focus only gives me massives headaches, but still, can't remember my name, nor where i grew up, or my parents face… ughh when i think about parents i suddenly feel lonely thoughts and then hatred, and a little fear.
Well anyways i seem to be suffering from amnesia maybe in a later date i can coerce the skeleton to tell me about myself or at least ask some leading questions.
"Mmmh what do you mean by awakening?". I ask with intrigue while inspecting him for any sudden movement that would alert me of any hostile behaviour.
It waits a second looking at my face and answers.
"Its been a long time since your lordship was last awake, and... i stopped counting after 100 years so i'm sorry i can't say how long its been".
I was sleeping? for over a hundred years!!
Panic struck me again.
Seeing me in this state, the skeleton continues as to distract me and let me calm myself ,but his next words don't seem to follow his wishes.
"My lord your soul won't hold out too long outside the room".
My soul?, what does he mean?
I was too scared about the situation i'm in that i didn't check my own body. Now with just a single glance i fall to the floor in astonishment.
My body it's not a normal body its just... Composed of thick black fog that slowly but steadily is fading away .
I start to scream when little by little my new discovered body fades into nothingness.
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"Don't worry my lord, there, your body is waiting". Says the being pointing with its bony finger to a place across the room.
There a chair is erected made of the same material of the table i was previously laying on.
And a body sitting on it.. With ragged black clothes as ancient as the skeleton. The body is no more than 6 years old with noble features that would mistake it from someone with royal bloodline and a tattoo matching the skeleton mask.
Then a slight problem arises with the body that is far from normal, the size matches the face and it all looks human, so that wasn't the problem. The problem is a huge scar with stitches attached to it on the torso just under the neck. Well if i could somehow hide it, it wouldn't arouse any suspicion, except that apart from the face that has a healthy white color tone every other body part is grey colored. Did someone attach a head to a foreign body? my body?!.
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Well i wont anything from complaining and most of all who am i going to complain to? The skull by the door or…
And there i notice the other being… am i blind? or just too distracted by the one that seems to be my body?.
How couldn't i notice a being standing right next to the body?. Similar to the other one but with blue clothes ,a thinner body and with the same mask and hollow sockets of an eyeless skull.
"Come" . she says with a feminine voice and gestures me to approach with her bony hand.
As the fading starts to accelerate i'm convinced that if they wanted to hurt me i'll already be dead or at least is what i think.
"Just touch the markings and you will be able to enter it". She says after looking at my indecisive behavior.
I lean forward and touch the bodys face markings hoping for the best.
Then the markins start to emit a strange kind of light ,stronger as time passes and finally blinds me.
When it subsides the scenery changes without me noticing how.
Did they fool me?.
I'm now in a place without walls or roof.
All the place is white except for a grey road with no apparent ending.
I approach the border of the road and make another step and immediately i start falling , with a quick inhuman reaction that even i was amazed of i grab the road. That now i can see is no thicker than one of my fingers and its magically floating in this white void.
It baffles me but nevertheless i start walking in the road as i can't see any other way out and i'm still hungry.
Its been awhile since i started walking i don't get tired and i'm started to get bored., nothing to see just kilometers and kilometers of homogenous road.
And then in the horizon i see something different, hoping it to be an exit i sprint to it.
The excitement did not last long as its just a crossroad, with a thick wood sign with rare symbols on it.
Well at least it let me knows i was supposed to head here, imagine if i went the wrong way….. its better if i don't, because i don't think i would reach the place i started without dieing of starvation.
The strange symbols are runes
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And i don't know why but i can easily read them.
The crossroadThe intelligent decides with logic, while the wise will grab the future and mold it at his will
Mmhh i'd like to chose the wise ... But which path is the wise one?
The gods path is white as the void but still i can differentiate it.
While the devils one is pure black.
Is this right? What if i belong to the good and make something wrong at the gods command?.
On the contrary if i do something good at the devils command?.
Am i simply white or black by belonging to a different faction or lets simply call it good or bad.
Am i not good in the bad factions by the bads eyes?.
Who determines the good or bad?.
Isn't the world a little different ? Isn't the world just grey?.
While i'm pondering ,the landscape changes. the white road is dyed in subtle black while the opposite does for the other one.
And then a loud noise wakes me up from thinking ,the roads begin to crumble and fall to the void all three of them.
In a while all thats left is where i'm standing on and even that disappears dropping me as well into the seemingly infinite white void.
[bPrologue[/b] width=50%]Chapter 2
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