I learned at a young age that life will always continue on after death. Death is just apart of life and we can't stop it. At the age of eight, I watched my father and mother get stabbed to death by the same person they knew for years. When the person found out I was watching, he just smiled. He smiled got up and slit his own throat. When the police found me, all I could do was just stare at my parents corpse wondering when they would get up. The police had to drag me out, because I wouldn't leave the room that they were in.

Sometime later on, I was moving from relative to relative. No one wanted a "broken" kid who only sat in front of a wall all day. Days, Months, and a year went by that I ended up at my grandfather's place. My grandfather was the a Owner and CEO at a multi- million dollar company. So he lived in a grand place up on a hill. When I started living there, the first couple of days we didn't speak to each other. I didn't go to school, barely ate, and all I did was sit in front of a wall which had my parents picture on it. One day, my grandfather came into the room grabbed me by my hair dragged me to the bathroom and spayed water on me. I was so shocked and confused wondering why he had did that. The next thing he said would change my life for ever.

"Boy, how long are you going to just sit there. They are never coming back and you will never see them in the flesh again. But I know your parents wouldn't want you just sitting here doing nothing when there is a whole new world out there. It is time to move on before life leaves you behind. Do something with your life to make your parents proud."

After that, grandfather got up and left me sitting there on the floor. In that moment, he changed my life. I promise myself that I would do everything that I could to have the most entertaining life. So I did all my schooling and graduated the top of my class. I did all types of dangerous hobbies from skydiving to being a stunt man, to swimming with sharks, and even joining fight clubs all around the world. Even though I did all of those things, my real passion was video games. My grandfather bought me all types of games that his company was making that I ended up becoming a beta tester mostly all of them. My favorite type of game is fantasy. I get to make slay dragons, rescue princesses, and my favorite dungeon diving. Dungeon dived so much that it only took me a day to complete the hardest dungeon because for me it felt all the same. When I told my Grandfather that, he told me to create my own dungeon. After I made my first one, It became a hit and I created more and more. Soon every true gamer new my name.

*PRESENT TIME*

"Seth! Seth! Seth!!!!!!!!"

"What????!!!!!!!!"

"Finally, Seth, I have been calling you for the past five minutes." A women with long black hair, pale white skin, and dark green eyes walked in wearing a secretary's outfit on.

I look down blushing, "Sorry, I was just finishing building the Tome of Descent."

Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.

"Is the dungeon finished yet?" She says coming closer to look at the screen.

I turn back around to look at my greatest work. "Yea, It done. Just need to make a few finishing touches. Natalie? When do we have to go?"

"Oh, right! We need to leave right now. Come on."

Natalie pulls me up and starts dragging me to the door.

"Wait, I have to send it to the Kyle for maintenance." I started to go back.

"No time and I already called Kyle. So come on before we get in trouble again."

We both rush through the door heading for the car.

"Natalie, Where did you park?"

"Across the street."

Natalie starts crossing the street until a random guy comes and takes her bag.

"Hey!!!, Give that back!" Natalie says starting to run after him.

"I got it, I'm fast." I say stopping her.

I give chase running after him. The guy is dodging cars left and right. I slide over a car that was slowing down to cut him off. He runs on the side walk pushing people in my way but, I just dodge them or push them. I see him turn the corning down the street.

'This is not working, I am never going to catch him.'

I see a alley just before the corner.

'If I that way, I can cut him off!'

I cut into the alley and run as fast as I can. Some boxes are in my way but, I just use the walls to jump over them. I turn my head and I see him running the beside me and I notice he is slowing down.

'I got him.'

I turn out of the alley tackling him.

"Give me the bag." I punch him in the face before taking the bag and looking inside. I wanted to make sure it was Natalie's before I started heading back. I started walking away but, the guy gets up and pushes me into the street. While I am falling, all I see is this big bus heading towards me before it hits me.

*CLEAK* SCREECH*BOW*

"ahhhhhhhhhh,SETH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

'Why is does everything hurt?'

I try to get up but, I can't move. I feel someone turning my head and see Natalie crying over me.

"Seth, I got you. Your fine. Call the ambulance!!!!!!!!!!" Natalie looks around yelling at people.

"Na- Nata- Natalie *cough cough* Natalie"

"Seth, stop talking. Help is on the way."

"Natalie, I am .... not going *cough* to make it."

"Seth your fine."

"Natalie, I will die. I give every thing to you."

I feel my life fading away and all I want to do is smile. I will finally get to see them again.

"Seth, what are you talking about? Seth? Seth? SETH?!!!!!!!!!"

On July 1, 2034, Seth Stalin had died. Gamers everywhere cried.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I hope this was a good chapter. Comment and criticism. Thanks for reading