Book.1 - Prologue

Chapter1 - Boring life.

Walking down the road of a very normal town after getting of work, I was thinking about many things, like not been married hahaha, yeah I am currently 27 years old, not marry with a few past relationships that one would actually call successful, like three of them to say the most, a really bad smoking habit, and a liking to alcohol, but mostly the smoking, as a matter of fact I am lighting one up with my cheap lighter, I am not a badass as to stand with one leg leaning against a wall looking down while lighting a cigarrete with my zippo, you know those metal lighters that don’t blow off with a little breeze of wind, resuming I light it and inhale, hold it, pfff exhale yes that comfortable and reassuring feeling, Nothing like a good cigarrete after have eating one of those fast food packages that they sell at the convenience store. So as I am walking and smoking I get a chest pain, a really hard chest pain, what the ###!! What is this? And so I start dying, of a heart attack, just like that, probably due to a really bad habit of junk food, smoking, and personal hygiene yeah yellow teeth and a bit overweight but not noticeable due to being a bit tall according to normal standards, well whatever who knows I don’t, at least I didn’t die full of regrets, hold it!! Hold it right there!!! I do have regrets and a lot of them!!!! And so as my consciousness starts fading due to dying, and not even in an awesome way like rescuing a girl before she is run over by a public bus, or being shot by a criminal after rescuing some beautiful middle age woman (Milf – o yeah I like them too, a lot) and sacrificing myself, no!!! From a heart attack at the age of 27, like seriously what the hell? This is what I’m thinking while dying even my death is boring, me my pitiful self, with a boring ugly face and boring body is dying, now before moving on, I just wish to clarify that this is not self-pithy or low self-esteem is just who I was a plain guy, by the way I did try wearing glasses at some point in my life, you know to look intellectual and interesting, did not work. Wait what am I thinking? I´m dying I don’t want to die do I? well not like it matters my eyes are closing now, slowly I feel a burning pain in between my fingers, probably my cigarrete that’s burning me after being burn out and having reach the filter, someone is looking at me while passing by, what? Not even going to stop and take a look and see if I have a chance? O well is not like society today cares a lot about many things I myself would have walk away, unless it was a beautiful girl lying down, yeah I would care then. And so as my eyes are closing, I´m waiting for the white light to appear, but nothing and then everything goes black….

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That night, in another world deep within a rather small forest an egg was being crack from the inside. Little by little a something was emerging. ¨I am almost Out!!