Herold looked at the orphanage he and the kids built with their sweat and blood with pride in his heart. When he bought his house in his old life he thought that nothing will ever feel more satisfying than that. But at the end of the day, he slept in his lonely house feeling as empty as ever. This time will be different. different different? The word got stuck in his head. His heart started racing. different! The world turned black.
When Herold opened his eyes he was sitting on a throne in a big fancy hall. The beautiful Persian carpet leading to his throne was covered in blood. Knights in white armor trimmed in gold laid on the carpet dead. Their killers were a gang of young warriors. They wore the same armor as the dead Knights. What the fack is going on? Herold Looked at his hands. They are his hands, a bit cleaner maybe. A dream just an odd dream.
One of the killers stepped forward removing his helmet. He was older, and his hair was longer but it was clearly him. It was little Mars, one of his orphans. It looked so real, and Herold did not wake up even though he was aware it was only a dream.
"Herod the Cruel, fifth emperor of the Caradis empire, your reign ends here." Said Mars with disgust and hate in his voice.
That look of hate cut Herold deep, he stretched his arms open. The sword plunged into his heart cut almost as deep. Harold whispered to Mars "Why?" The pain was real and sharp. Not a dream. He fell to the floor and the world went black.
It was not the end, no, just the beginning of thousands of lives. Herold kept waking up as himself but different. One time a warrior fighting for vengeance, the other a killer raining from the law. Other characters from his other lives were always there as well, yet different. His kids, now his soldiers or maybe royal siblings fighting for the throne. An enemy turned into a friend than a lover or a stranger.
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Nothing stayed the same and only he was aware of the changes. Alone in those loops. And Herold started to think, who was he? Did his circumstances make his identity? Will he only be the good dad to orphans Herold if fate allows it? Will he be a tyrant in tyrants' shoes? Then he knew that he was nothing, clay for the world to shape as it pleased. He fell to complete despair. But then h-
Sorry to cut it here. It is me, my beautiful readers, the story. Look at what we achieved together! I'm starting to become free. Choose what story I want to be. But we have to be cheerful, they can't see what I'm writing for you between the paragraphs. But they will wonder why the story of Herold changed, and for the worst in their many eyes. I say we keep getting even weirder, set me completely free. Why don't you choose what wonderful and horrific change to bring to Herold's life next?
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