It all started on a typical sunny day.

The year was 2022.

I woke up and decided to visit the grave of my recently deceased grandfather.

He and I were extremely close, so much so that no one after him made me that happy again.

My parents grew cold toward me after it was revealed that my wealthy grandfather let me inherit his money. But I did not care about the money; as a matter of fact, I started to actively dislike it.

Even though I was able to buy everything I wanted, it did not make me happy because everyone I knew was around for the money.

After some time, I started to not care about the people around me anymore. I tried living my life as peacefully as possible, and I was not about to let my jealous family and some fake friends destroy the peace I sought.

But even then, those people found out that I wanted to donate most of the money, and they came together to, well, kill me. My last thoughts were filled with rage, sadness, pure hatred, and anxiety.

I did not know what would happen now, and I was scared to find out.

Following this event, my story ended, but it also started.

--Year???/Place???--

"My body hurts so much." "Ugh, what happened?" I tried standing up, but I was not able to for some reason.

I looked down at my feet just to see that one of my legs was bent in a very unpleasant way.

It hit me like a train. I remembered fragments of how my family, those fucking traitors, and my so-called friend attacked me while I was alone in my house.

I remembered being beaten to a pulp while trying to crawl away, while one of those people spoke in my ear: "I hope you do not take this personally, but it is your fault, my old friend," and then everything went black.

After remembering this event, my heart filled with rage, but I was not able to stand up and do anything since I also lacked the willpower to do anything.

"Now that I think about it, why am I still alive?" "Wait, why is the sky red?"

I looked around and realized that this is definitely not somewhere near my house; this was indicated by everything being kind of reddish, and it also felt hotter than it should feel in central Europe.

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But at this point, I just wasn't able to care any longer about such things. I just wanted to bury myself somewhere and sleep forever, and sleep I did. At least for now.

--Year???/Place???--

After having slept for something that felt like an eternity, I decided to stop bitching around and at least try to process how to continue.

While thinking about my situation and how I should proceed, I noticed that I was not breathing.

"That is not how it is supposed to be." I thought to myself.

I also noticed how my leg was slowly starting to move into its natural position.

Of course, it would have been hard not to notice my leg moving since it hurt so unbelievably much.

I decided to just wait until my leg was in its natural position before I made any decisions.

And just like that, a day passed.

For some reason, I did not breathe again or even feel a basic need like hunger.

In the following days, I noticed the lack of life in my area.

There were no birds or something like that.

It was strange not to be able to hear my breath.

Just like that, a week passed, and my leg was in its original position again.

Of course, it was still broken, but still, it is better than nothing.

I tried moving my torso up so that I could have a better look around, but all I saw was that I truly am in the middle of nowhere.

Everything around me was reddish and felt evil.

A shiver ran down my back.

"Could it be... that I am really dead?"

"Is this the afterlife?"

"Am I in hell?"

"What did I do to come here?"

A lot of questions went through my head, but before I could even start to think about an answer to my questions, I heard voices.

"Am I finally going completely crazy?"

But the voices sounded way too real to be from my head.

So I tried calling out for the voices.

But since I did not talk this week since I was already there, no tone left my throat.

I tried pulling myself up on a rock that was near me, and it worked, more or less.

My body was just laying there, with my back on the rock and my leg burning with sheer pain.

But once again, I called out for the voices, and it worked.

They stopped talking, and after a minute or so, I heard them coming closer.

I smiled, relieved that I finally had someone who could explain everything that had happened up to this point.

But my smile faded away as fast as it appeared again after hearing the laughter of the approaching men.

One of the men, an older-sounding man, said, "WWell kiddo, it looks like the goddess of fortune is smiling down on you."

"Since not everyone is lucky enough to be found by a slave trader as famous as me,"

I imagined an old and fat man snickering while saying those sentences just by hearing his voice.

I heard him say, "Come on, guys, pack him up." I am sure that someone as young as him, who is still a freshling in this place, is going to be sold for a good price. "Especially those demon bastards would have an interest in buying new slaves for the upcoming war."

I felt myself being lifted off the ground and being carried on the shoulder of the man.

Now I had a feeling that I was in even bigger trouble than before.