Many stories written can be undone with a simple rip and tear, five stories, gone through with no hope for saving but in the end, does the end matter? Will their forever be a continues stories that go on forever with no true ending, did those stories truly end with just their death or is there more to continue? Questions that could never be answered, but with the new, the old dies out. War plated with blood that scratched the world, forever leaving a scar. In there war torn world, will our next protagonist survive the horrid murder and mystery to come?
Good luck, our lucky protagonist! You win the ticket to survive.
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I awoken from a dreadful nightmare, in my bed I sat there in sweat looking towards the alarm clock sitting on my bed stand. 8:30 am. I'll be late for work!
Rushing to get out of bed I tripped over my own legs hitting the floor, face first. Great way to start my day...
Getting up holding my nose high just in case a nose bleed where to happen. Rushing my way across my messy room, clothes thrown around piling almost to my knees, empty ramen cups that ridden the floor.
Opening the door stationed right across from the bed, it swings open breaking the paint on the wall. Walking fast passed the window, opening the bathroom door, quickly taking a shower, brushing my teeth, fixing my bed hair.
Looking into the mirror, I look like a living person now. The only thing I'm forgetting is actually clothing to put on.. Looking down, I finally notice everything just hanging out.
Small little Johnny was looking at me in bitter coldness...
Running out of the bathroom, back into the hallway, right back to my bedroom, opening the closet. Searching for any clean clothing, that could be worn. Finding a suit I bought long ago when my parents were still alive, I wore it for graduation during high school.
Quickly putting it on, some parts of the clothing were tight but it somehow still fit, and that's all I needed. Making my way to the front door, in a few seconds, as I rushed through the small hallway, that contained my overly small kitchen.
Putting on worn out tennis shoes that I have had for a year now, grabbing the keys, unlocking the door, then locking the door again. Rushing down, flights of stairs, all the way to the front door to the building.
Running down towards the bus stop, as the bus was already about to depart. I have to get on that bus right now, if I don't I'll be torn out by my boss. Breathing became secondary in the situation, as I made my way onto the bus and found a seat.
Finally taking a moment to breathe, that type of workout I haven't done in a long time. Let's not sleep in again, or else I'll end up in the emergency room.
Taking a moment to realize maybe that nightmare was about sleeping in..
After 40 minutes it was finally time to get off the bus, taking a step off I immediately start a run for my life. Towards the office, running right through the front doors, up a flight of stairs and into the middle of rush hour.
People running back and forth with their hands filled to the brim with papers, clocking in with an old machine that should have been replaced long ago. Passing the rush hour over towards my seat, finally making it to the place I should have been a few minutes earlier.
Hopefully my boss hasn't noticed yet he'll definitely be on my case tomorrow after checking when I came in today...
Turning on the old outdated computer, putting in my credentials to sign in, opening up my email to check every little thing I have to fix today. The very first email was from the boss, fix up the recent sales sheet or your pay will be docked.
Right when I was about to get to work someone from behind yelled,
"Yoku! you're late again! Do this one more time and I'll take your pay and put it to better use!"
This has become a daily threat to me, for every little mistake I make he always yells out, I'll dock your pay! Do your work! I lowered my head and begged for forgiveness.
"I'm sorry..I'll be on time tomorrow!"
He smirked and slammed the palm of his hand on the top of my head.
"Good!"
It radiated pain, like crazy, even after he walked away grinning from ear to ear, like a maniac. Looking back towards the computer, I started my overworking day at the company. Fixing errors that my fellow workers committed to printing out papers to send.
Running around like the others, passing the papers, this all continued until it was time to clock out of work. Right when it hit 7 pm, the office grew colder as people left, one after another. After it hit 8 pm it grew even colder, until I was the only one left finishing up work.
The clock hit 9 pm, then 10, I finally finished up everything, putting everything into a folder. Then placing that folder onto my boss desk for him. I turned off the computer and went to clock out, it was already 11:23 pm once I did, heading out of the office, onto the dark cold street just outside.
I already missed the last bus, taking a deep breath, exhaling, I could see my breath. I started walking home, doing the math it'll take around 2 hours to get home. Meaning once I get home I'll have no time to sleep again. I need to wash all the clothing that has built up, I should also clean then.
Right when I was done planning my night, something caught my interest right before I walked passed. A new small book store opened up just a few minutes from the place I worked. It was bright and lively looking inside even though no one was there.
I guess I could warm up if I went inside, walking over to the door, right when I opened it I could instantly feel the warmth from inside. While a bell ranged out noting my arrival.
It's only going to be a short stop not long, remember that, we have stuff to do.
Finally taking a step into the small book store, looking through the window did not do it justice. It was much bigger on the inside, way bigger than I thought.
"You right there! Welcome to the humming book store, looking for a certain book?"
The man that approached me, was a young man he looked to be around my age, with a book in hand. He was wearing a sweater with a vest on top. His trousers that looked like they cost more than the entire get up I was wearing. Honestly though I wouldn't be surprised if they were, his shoes looked closely to dress shoes.
"Sorry but no I was passing by and was just stopping in to warm up."
He looked at me with a smile.
"That's fine just let me know if you find any books you would want to check out, I'll be over there at the desk."
He pointed briefly to the back of the book store, where a desk sat in the middle surrounded by books. I nodded and he walked to the back, I looked around for a seat that I could rest my legs in before the long walk home.
Finding a seat around the middle edge of the store, sitting down I tried to warm myself up quicker, rubbing my arms in a fast motion. I looked over to my right to the table that was right next to the chair, on it lay a book. The cover reading 'The Gate Guard' it piqued my interest so I picked it up.
Opening the book my surroundings swirled into a blur, I closed my eyes from all the motion sickness I was getting. When I opened them again I was in an entirely different location, I looked around in confusion trying to make sense of what was happening.
My clothes were different and I was in a room that didn't look normal in this day and age, I got up from a bed I was sitting on. The frame made from wood and the blanket and pillow were made from rough materials, 'who would sleep with these' crossed my mind.
On my hip sat a sword, it didn't even feel real until I unsheathed a portion of it. Showing a lusting blade beneath the scabbard.
Shoving it back in the scabbard I took a look around again in hopes there would be anything that could tell me where I was. Or even what happened to me.
A desk sat in a corner of the room, a few papers were scattered over the desk. Walking over and looking down, I found many letters.
'Dearest Mother, I've been doing well. So you finally received father permission? That's wonderful! I can not wait to hear how it went. You're loving son.'
So it's a mama's kid? Why am I here in their room, why am I not in the book store. None of this makes sense to me at all, my head hurts just by thinking about it.
"Please be careful you could give yourself a migraine."
Something spoke from behind me, I quickly looked around to look at the thing that spoke. There was a book, floating, mid air. Did that thing just speak or am I hearing things?
"No not at all, I'll be your guide if you have any questions."
I looked at it for a few short moments before opening my mouth to talk.
"Then where am I?"
"Your currently at the knight order of Fuan Gard, taking over the body of a young knight named-"
Before the book could finish talking the door slammed open to the room.
"Phalton! Get you arse up and get ready or else we'll leave you behind."
I stood there in shock looking at them, looking back over towards the book, it was gone.
"So you are up why are you not packing already?"
"Packing?"
"Did you wake up on the wrong side? We're leaving today so pack your stuff quickly I already finished up getting your horse ready for the ride."
The man immediately walked away, leaving me alone, then right in front of me the book reappeared again.
"Your job is to fix the story from its horrendous downfall. I'll come to check on you once you set up camp, at your next stop. Good luck, our lucky protagonist."
I couldn't even get a word in before it disappeared again, what the hell is going on!?