Wetting my dry mouth, I rose from the bed drowsily. Finishing my water, I made my way in the dark to the bathroom letting out a low grumbling sound while regretting the last night excessive alcohol consumption. Always I ended up drinking too much lately. Well that certainly wouldn’t be a problem for the next weeks to come. Being out of money will do that. Pissed off. That would sum up my current existence. Not to be a complainer but getting cast out of the house by my father made me quite upset at the time.
Enough of those thoughts, always so negative, always so angry. Why would the world put me in this precarious situation, I never asked for this life? Ah the thoughts one has while shitting. I digress, imagine, getting thrown out from your home. And the reason you may ask? Well, my own brother abused me, and when my parents found out? Well let’s just say they sided with the older biological son. Yes, I’m adopted. No, I don’t believe they ever loved me as much. Ah the wonderful thoughts one can have swirling around in the head, good times.
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Anyways, it was right after my morning routine I usually went for energy drinks and frozen pizza gourmet food. Yes, I know I know, a healthy lifestyle is important right? That’s why I always had orange juice as well. Delicious. Quite funny that, it was right when I was about to take the pizza out of the oven, I burned my forearm on the oven grate, jolted upright slipped and banged my head on the tile floor. Clumsy indeed. Just so happens that that was the best clums? Can I say clums? Whatever, it was the best clums of my life!
“Fucking hell!” and with those last words I returned (unwillingly I might add) to slumber again. Wetting my mouth, I rose from.. the floor, no.., hold on. Drinking, waking up, bathroom, food, falling, yes falling! But where is my wonderfully chill and cold tile floor? Finally looking around I saw there was no floor, well at least not my floor. No, I was somewhere entirely different, somewhere that would change me, and in return, the world forever.
Welcome [human], your fate has been decided, now Conquer it!
And thus, the Great Tiamat spoke with blazing fury, metaphorically melting my psyche to a pulp.