It was a really, hot day. Living in the desert and with summer begging soon it really, sucked. All Alexander wanted to do was get home drink some water and play some video games.
As he was walking down the street, he saw a black book on the sidewalk. As he passed the book he picked, it up.
'Don't read this' definitely a curiosity trap.
Alexander hid from the sun by moving under a mesquite tree and opened the book.
'Seriously don't read this' come on man you already have me hooked.
He turns the page to see strange symbols running around the page when suddenly an eye appears and stares at him.
The book falls from his hands as his life is drained from him.
Shit, curiosity killed the cat, didn't it?
Alexander felt strange he felt something wrong or more accurately he couldn't feel anything. He wondered if this is how someone feels if they lost a limb.
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Suddenly that all changed and he felt squishiness, heat, wetness, and pressure.
Alexander shivered. It was really, disgusting to him.
Suddenly he felt like he was being, pushed by the fleshy walls around him.
After an unknown time, he was suddenly blinded, by a light.
What the fuck is going on?
When his eyes got used to the light he saw, in black and white.
Oh, my God, I am color blind!
He saw dark stuff on his body, and he cringed. It was probably blood and other nasty bodily fluids.
All of a sudden he felt hands pick him up by the sides and he was face to face with a giant old women.
Alexander tried to scream "Put me down!" but it came out as unintelligible cries.
The old woman sat him down in a tub of warm water and began washing his skin. It stung his sensitive skin a little. When she was, done she dried, him down with a rag.
He was carried back from where she first picked him, up and he saw an exhausted woman on a bed. He connected the dots in his head and was shocked.
No way, this cant be real. Am I really, a baby again? That is impossible.
The old woman handed him to the woman, and she talked to her in foreign langue to Alexander. The old woman nodded and walked to the door. She opened it and let an older man in and a younger one dressed in leather armor with a sword at his side.
The man with the sword smiled at me, and the woman. He walked to the bed and knelt down next to the bed and held the hand of the woman holding me.
The older gentlemen walked to the old woman and held her hand while they both smiled at the scene.
The woman holding me speaks up and says my name as she looks down at me.
Suddenly a message pops up in my face.
[You have been named Alexander.]
What?