(Author’s message:

Sorry for the  disordering but this is not the fourth chapter. As you can see by the title, it's chapter 0, the prolouge. But since this part is not really necessary for the story, you can simply skip ahead to chapter 4 if you feel like it. However, if you are reading this before any other chapter then you should just continue to chapter 1, here, instead).

Chapter 0: Prologue

Well, I suppose a self introduction is in place.

My name is Ned, just your average highschooler with a habit of having wordless conversations with himself. 

In short, a lone wolf and wierdo.

But please, do not misunderstand, I’m not bullied or anything like that. This is just the kind of person I grew up to be. You know, all classes have them - that silent guy who sits at the back, without any seemingly outstanding trait. That someone who no one is especially familiar with.

Even though I wouldn’t call myself smart or being good at sports, or anything alike-  on the other hand I am good at studying and have decent grades in everything - even the things that I dislike.

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And so, you may view me as a easy-going and dull person. But in fact, that is only the very surface to who I am.

While everyone in my school may look at me as if this is all I amount to, they are disregarding one important fact. 

That is, I can transformation.

On one point I can become a pirate with a unyielding appetite for adventure - sailing the seas, unbound and always in search of a new meal. Another day I change into a human soul, reincarnated into the body of a goblin - experiencing the excitement of fierce battles first hand.

Perhaps, the day before that, I may have had the ideá of traveling to another world and dive into the knowledge of magic - becoming an outstanding archmage. After which I save the world from an otherwise certain doom.

While the people of this world think of me as a no-good, I can become a hero in another.

Magic, adventure, mythical creatures, reincarnation or transportation into other worlds. Through those fantasies I escape from the normal, boring world called earth..

Well, as I mentioned before I have the habit of talking to myself, which happen to make me unaware of my surroundings at times. A very bad habit in this case.

Without it I wouldn’t be lying here on the street. But even though I’m probably gonna die soon, I am kind of happy. Because if there is any truth to the cliché of being run over by a truck, die, and then get reincarnated - then I could very well be headed to my life's biggest adventure yet.

A bit ironic, don’t you think?