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Hope everyone is having a good time. I am writing this fiction as a distraction from my current work, I am writing that as well, but for every three pages here, I write a single page in the other.
I am writing this purely for the fun of it and the story can have a lot of ups and downs.
Please let me know if you enjoy it or would like something different to happen through out.
Cheers!.
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So have you come up with the answers?
"Wait dammit, it looks like you're forcing me to be a soothsayer, which I have no idea what it is?", he shouted at the screen before him.
What!!! US!!! Don't be ridiculous
Z(yeah, Xavier Evans, XE = Z) frowned at the window before him, even though it was just letters he could actually hear a Morgan Freeman - with a cold voice in his mind.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DCpsusTta4w
.... Was it that obvious?"
"Just... Am I dead?"
Why so ask such a question? why so late actually?
"I know the last thing I remember is returning home from my friends cabin at the top the hill and on the way down my scooter died without gas. I lost control going down and fell off the side...So am I..?"
You are, but you were not happy in this life.
"I am.. I was, I think. "
You do know your are border line psychotic right?
Don't look surprised.
Z looked at the window confused, he had never known himself to be psychotic or even crazy, in the contrary he was very rational. Emotion defied his logic, but sometimes it overflowed.
Well you are at the tip of the borderline. That's is why you never get fulfilled by anything and everything looks like a waste of time.
WE offer you this new life, it would be hard and as you had always desired. It's not the time of peace you are living in, if you say yes, WE will take you there.
"What about the 10 questions?"
You already answered them as soon as you looked at them. We know your answers, do you?
So are you ready for the new life?
"If you knew my answers before, don't you know mine by now. "
For some questions, we prefer to hear them.
Z was sure there was a chuckle in his mind as he read the last window.
"Yes."
*****
"WAKE UP!!!", Shouted the woman at the boy sleeping in the barn.
"YA UNGREATFUL BASTARD, GET THE FUCK OFF YOUR ASS AND GET TO WORK!!!", she screamed in his ear pouring a bucket of water onto his face.
"uh.. wha.. Mistress!! ", the boy jumped to his feet and stood there in terror. He knew what she would do to him now.
"Ya made me waste a bucket of water. I hope ya 'no what ya gotta do. If I see ya standing still anywhere, I will ask the stable masters to use your back as their hammering this time."
The boy shuddered in fear hearing that, "Yes.. Mistress."
He ran outside, as the weariness of having been sleeping has already diminished from his body and he was as alert as he could be. This was not the first time he had slept in and the Mistress punished him.
The Mistress was a full figured woman with black eyes that looked like they were about to pop out of their sockets when she shouted. She was in charge of all the hands of the house. Most hands are orphan boys adopted by an household which could afford to take care of them.
The lad was running down the streets of Regar Hill, a village at the Western edge of the continent facing the sea. Surrounded by water on all three sides, it was a fishing village and the wind always had the taste of salt mixed in it.
This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.
The boy was balancing a stick on his shoulders with two water carriers as half his height on either side. The water containers were empty, for now and he ran outside the village towards the only source of fresh water to the village, a stream flowing from the north across the many lands and finally to the banks of Regar Hill.
The boy reached the stream and started to dip the water carrier into the stream and fill it with water almost to it brim, but not completely and he did the same for the other.
"You're late again, Laazy. So, the Mistress Haga caught you sleeping again. I don't know when you will learn to behave yourself. How many buckets has she told you to get?"
The boy looked at the woman, Margis, she was Stanus, the hunter's wife. The woman was slim and held a good figure for her age, she lived outside the village, but no one dared to do mischief with her and Stanus was the reason.
Stanus, the hunter was as tall as the best horses in the Regar household and as strong as 10 horses on their best days. A rumour was that he used to be a retired Captain in the Occlar's army many year ago and was a demon on the battlefield. He left the army after the war and married Margis of Regar Hill and spent his retirement as the hunter of the village. Supplying the fur, meat and bones to the village. Half the fur coats belonging to the Regar household woman were killed by Stanus.
"I.. don't know. Until she says so, I guess.", Laazy was used to these kinds of punishments. Even though the Regar household had many mares which were used to bring freshwater to refill the large water barrels which supplied them to the house, Laazy would now do the job of five mares refilling the barrels five times, so a total of twenty five times for today, but that was not all, he would get more work after.
"You poor boy, I assume you will not have a bite to eat until this is over with. ", Margis said, to which the boy nodded looking down at the water carriers filled with water.
Margis approached him and gave him few pieces of dried meat. Laazy looked at the dried meat in delight and smiled at the kind woman.
"Eat then slowly and drink enough water so that you don't sweat it all out. Off you go before she tells you to do something else."
"Thank you!!", he blurted out, red in face.
Laazy ate a bit of the dried meat and put his head into the lake drinking his full. He then put the stick in between the water carriers hooks as the leather water carrier closed up under the weight. He lifted the water carriers with a grunt and began to balance them both while walking slowly towards the village and then up the hill towards the Regar household.
He had got used to this kind of punishment and his body had developed for the better. He was as strong as any man in the village, though he was short for his age because of all the heavy stuffs he had to lift since a young age, like the one he was carrying now. Last time the Mistress made him carry the gardener on his shoulders to help trim the garden's long bushes and even had the gardener stand on his head when it was not reachable.
Laazy knew not to complain, he was an orphan, a bastard taken in by the Regar household. For good or for worse, he would serve then as they gave him a place to sleep, food to eat and clothes to wear.
He was not tired by the work, for he had just started, but he paced slowly and carefully as not to trip as it was a nasty fall down the hill. On his way he tried to remember his dream, as usual it was a confusing one which made no sense to him and he barely remembered the rest.
He was talking to a white wall before him with letters was all he could remember. He tried to remember what it was he was talking about, but he was unable to recollect anything.
"So you want me to be this guy??"
Yup!! He is more compatible with yourself. If you say, Yes, WE will begin the transfer.
You will not remember your past or current self until you remember who you really are, so basically you will have the memory of this boy and yourself, i.e., if you can remember yourself.
Laazy was on his fifth trip up the hill carrying the large water carriers, sweating like a pig, grunting with every step he took. People around him were laughing at the sound he made, while some people looked at him with pity.
"Do I get another choice?"
Nope. Minimal funding.
Z sighed at the window before him and said, "Sure, beam me up, Scotty!!"