Prologue

I look around, bewildered by the scenery before me, pinching myself then rubbing my eyes to make sure I'm not dreaming or hallucinating. It hurts, and the view remains the same, so I can only assume it's real.

I had just awoken to find myself in a forest, surrounded by large trees and unfamiliar plants, with no clue where I am, nor how I got here. I still feel half asleep, my brain foggy and my body heavy, I try to focus and remember how I got here.

My name is William. I can't remember my surname, or any other names for that matter. Just William. I'm 18 years old. I'm an orphan who was left on the doorstep of an orphanage just after being born. I wasn't close to anyone at the orphanage, nor did I particularly have any problems with anyone. I kept to myself, spending most of my time at the local library reading fantasy novels, and when I ran out of those, I started reading web novels on the library computers.

I consider myself above average, but not really special in any way. Reasonably tall at 185cm, decent looking, decent at sport, intelligent, though I never did anything with my intelligence. Extremely introverted when I was younger, I'd never initiate a conversation, only giving monosyllabic replies when someone spoke to me, but I gradually became more comfortable with myself and opened up, though I still prefered solitude. I was always a rather... disinterested person. I came across as calm and accepting, but the truth was, I just didn't care. My only interest was fantasy.

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One month before I turned 18 I was contacted by a lawyer who told me my parents had died in a car accident a year earlier, and my grandfather had died 2 weeks ago, due to his health gradually declining since my parents death. I arranged to meet him two days later. There he told me that my grandfather had forced my mother to get rid of me, as he didn't approve of my father at the time, and they weren't married yet. They later got married against his will, and he disowned them.

It turned out my grandfather was rich, and I was his last living blood relative. According to his will, I was to inherit half of his possessions, while the other half went to his 33 year old wife. However I couldn't receive my inheritance until I turned 18, one month later.

I informed the manager of the orphanage that I would be leaving and traveled with the lawyer to my grandfathers estate. There I met his widow, who was very welcoming. Until...

Two weeks later, while eating lunch with my grandfathers widow, I suddenly started to feel extremely lightheaded. Confused, I looked towards her. She smiled at me like nothing was wrong.

"I put up with that disgusting old man for six years. It was a lot of trouble making your parents death look accidental, then slowly poisoning him to death without raising suspicion. Now you come out of nowhere and think you can have what's mine?" (Step-Grandmother)

I collapsed, and as my consciousness faded I heard footsteps, then heard the lawyers voice.

"Everything is arranged. He'll disappear and there's no evidence to link it back to us. The inheritance is all ours, little sister." (Lawyer)

Then everything went dark...