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“Hello boy! How you are?”(1st man)
“uh….uh”(me)
“My son! Thank God”(2nd man)
“My son! my life”(1st woman)
“My master is blessed by The God ‘CURRIAN’ ( God of Healing ).”(2nd woman)
[who are these people? why am here? ooh … maybe I was rescued. But I do not want to live in this corrupt world any longer.]
“He is looking fine. This will be 500 silver coins.”(1st person)
“But the price set by The Church is 100 silver coin.”(2nd person)
“This is the problem of you Cheap people. First, you say ‘just save my child. I will do anything’, and when I just ask the price to pay you start remembering the price list. How can a person of DEVOTE himself to service of God? Save This World My God CURRIAN “(1st person)
“That why my master hate you people” (2nd woman)
[what they are talking about God CURRIAN? price? 500 silver coin?…this corrupt bullshit man! why not all corrupt people go to hell! I hate corruption!]
“No, it’s just that I did not mean it that way. Here take it…………………thanks for saving my child!”(2nd person)
[Aaahhh……..my whole body have no energy I want to sleep…]
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[I lived in a small city on Earth. My parents were the farmer. They have me as a child.I was a good student. My parents loved me. They gave me full financial and emotional support for the study, to get better future .
I got well-educated and to fulfill my parents dream I started looking for a job. but what waited there for me was corrupt people who do not want to appoint talented or good working people for jobs. Instead are asking big sum of money, which I do not have. Then I thought OK then now I should help my parents . Here again, corrupt officers are hogging up all support from Government for former.
Mine are ill and I did not have sufficient money. I toke them to the government hospital. but here doctors do not treat their patient, instead of the ask them to come to their private clinic. My parents died.
I am hopeless. I don’t want to be in this world……..I was crossing the road thinking this that day. when the truck came and………………………………………………I collided with it. Then…………………………………..
………………………was I saved.]
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[I again opened my eyes after waking-up]
“where am I? ” (me)
“you are at home, my son.”(1st woman)
“How are you feeling, kola?”(2nd man)
“…home?…………just my head hurts.”(me or Kola)
[Now that I see, I am in a bed with a yellow color blanket and room is made of red bricks and something white in between. Even walls are not whitewashed.]
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“My son, Kola! never fight with those bad people. See what have happened!”(1st woman)
“Don’t put us in more trouble. See how much troubled your mother is and that was the nearly all my saving which I was planning to give you. So that you could have a new and better life in the city. but now all is gone. ” (2nd man)
“What gone! if our son is not there what that money is for?Don’t say anything to my son. …………………….If the King, The church, and their offices were not corrupt like that healer, Haku and his assistant, Meena. Why would my son need to face those thieves.”(1st woman or mother)
[Son! King!…what they are saying? wait a minute!]
“what are you saying? what SON? why would I fight thieves?” (me or Kola)
“Look! now he is out of his mind!” (2nd person)
” you are my son Kola. I am your mother, Rena and he is your father, Pata. You were fighting thieves who were trying to steal from you and your father on the way to the city, Gazina.” (1st woman or Rena, mother)
[hum……let’s first try to understand what is going on. is it some movie shutting or what]
“where is this place and who were people earlier, what was there names…….Haku and Meena?” (me or Kola)
“This is Merata, a former village. They are the people from church to heal the wounded and ill people. ” (Pata or 2nd man)
” I want to sleep my head hurts.” (Kola or me)
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I have a very loud sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee noise in my head. Then I fall asleep.
In a dream like state, I started to recall memories which are not mine. In these memories, Kola is a happy child of Pata and Rena of age 17, will be 18 in two months. This village, Merata has a population of 213 total only. out of which, two are from the CURRIAN Church Haku and Meena, three are the village security guard Sam, Tate, and Grud, adventurer guild officer Turner and rest are the villagers .
So that truck really to my life, and this Kola seems to have also died by getting beaten by the thieves. poor life and I have been given a new chance here………but why again corrupt world God……let us see, can I have a different path in this life with a happy ending.
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I woke up early morning next day. I saw my parents are also up, After eating breakfast. I am going to farms with Pata, as now we have no money for me to go to city…….hahaha…..what a luck…………..
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