If you listen to the words of all the success coaches, I should have been the best and most successful person on earth a long time ago.
The main thing they say is that you should not be afraid of failure. But I was never afraid of failure. Ever since I was a kid, I was always trying and starting something. I played soccer, practiced as much as I could, then I was a little bit attracted to computer games, I played them so well and passionately that I began to think about playing them professionally.
As with soccer and cybersports, I gave up on those ideas, because the lifestyle of such people did not appeal to me at all. I wanted to be able to be free to make my own choices, that was more important to me than anything else.
I created social networking groups on various topics, kept personal social networks, tried to come up with something, but it never gained the attention it deserved. But I never despaired, I always knew that if I continued like this, success and that fleeting feeling of happiness would find me. We would meet, we would definitely meet, and we would be together, so I kept going.
In college I tried to start my own businesses and projects, I got various jobs, I gathered experience, I made mistakes, I stressed a lot, but it never brought me even the slightest result, so that in the company of friends I could brag a little bit. I don't like to brag, no! You just want to talk about what you're passionate about, and when it doesn't add up to anything after hundreds of hours of work, it's a shame to do it. That's when I started lying about myself. I don't know if it happened consciously or not, but I started lying about my accomplishments, who cares, I thought, because we'll find success one day - I know for sure, nothing will happen if I talk about it a little ahead of time, steal from my future a few moments of fake joy and peace of mind.
But as time went on, the projects failed, hurting me more and more each time. Each new idea hurt more and more, I tried not to make the old mistakes without losing my innate creativity and courage, but only failure after failure.
The time invested grew, but the result did not change. The institute was long over, I had to go to work, try my best, and get kicked in the butt for all my failed initiatives.
After one of those times, I got really burned out. For two months I just sat at home in bed and read books along with watching anime. It was then that I realized that I was definitely on the wrong path. At some point I definitely took a wrong turn. I need to lie, to do things that piss me off, and things that don't piss me off bring me nothing but disappointment and here I am, still so young, with everything ahead of me, looking at myself in the mirror and can't even force a smile.
Hahahaha tentatively at that time the cashiers no longer asked me for my passport, although before they did it all the time.
Why is it like this? I wasn't afraid of failure, I wasn't afraid of being a fool in the eyes of others. I just wanted to do cool stuff, and with it our world a little better. Eventually it would grow into something bigger and everything would be magical.
But alas no.........
I sit alone in a tree in another world, while my nearly dead body is in another. Maybe I'll die today, maybe tomorrow, or maybe I'll wake up and I'll be okay? What will I then do with the experiences I've had over the past few days?
Will my life get a little better? Will I be happier? Or will everything remain the same?
I was thinking about something that hadn't happened, and it wasn't certain that it would happen at all. I need to solve my immediate problems, because if I die in this world, I have no chance of coming back at all.
My head hurt a lot. All these conversations with divine entities are very exhausting. Oh, I got lucky. Yeah, I didn't win a new playstation in the contest, but the person in charge of that dex-something came to me for a dialogue.
What did he say, anyway? And what could I take from his words, except that I was trapped in the most dangerous world I could ever be in, and that no one gave me the strength to be the coolest hero I could be.
I need breakfast first, and then I can start planning for the day and this alternate life of mine.
When I came to, I had my leg bandaged, and it was strange that there was no blood and the wound was almost healed, but it was the pain that woke me up so early. Maybe it was a phantom pain? Or is it as if my body from the other world suffers? I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
The morning passed quite briskly, and I found a small creek near the edge, in which I was able to wash my face and try to take something like a shower. Not far from the creek itself were some wild raspberry bushes - not the best solution for breakfast, because in the morning on an empty stomach it is better not to consume anything acidic because of the increased acidity of the stomach itself, so I started looking further.
In my past life, even in season in recent years, I could not afford raspberries because of their high price, and here you have it. In theory, you could even sell them.
I was wandering deep into the woods in search of some mushrooms or something interesting, and I got a little carried away. The pleasant coolness of the morning and the tranquility of the forest, immersed me in its pleasant atmosphere, and I forgot about all my problems and worries.
I was almost like a child who had just been born and was learning about the world. Crawling to himself, breaking toys to see how they were made and generally enjoying everything. This state can be compared to that cute video I once saw on the Internet in which a very little girl was excited about being given a washcloth.
That morning I was also content, calm, and enthusiastic. But what was that!? About 15 meters away I saw something mottled redhead - a fox! Of course I'm not a villainous killer and it seems that foxes are not particularly tasty, at least I heard about how people ate deer, bears, rabbits, even wolves, but here about the foxes not a word, but how interesting just to look at her. I've never seen a fox outside the zoo before, and I've only been to the zoo once or twice.
I started sneaking very quietly between the trees to see where that fox would go. It's really stupid that way. I don't know what I wanted to see myself, I was just wildly curious.
The fox didn't seem to notice me, though it's strange because they have a very good sense of their surroundings, and I'm certainly not the most pleasant of all the people I've met this morning. But I was not the most dangerous either.
The fox most likely knew that I was spying on her, and I even think she knew about the people who were spying on me that I, alas, did not know about.
At some point I suddenly began to feel tired, my legs began to wobble, and the picture around me swam and swirled.
BANG!
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Oh, my head landed hard on a root sticking out of the ground. Shit! Could you be a little gentler and softer! I blacked out.
If they decided to put me to sleep, there are not many options. Either it's the guys I met on the beach and they want to find out where the bag is, and then kill me in brutal torture. The second option is the locals in the forest, who need me alive for the recipe, or they want to interrogate me. I already have nothing to lose - all that remains is to hope for the latter option with the interrogation, maybe even a cat-girls will interrogate, I'm all the same in an alternative world in the woods, plus before dying to see a fox. At this point I finally blacked out.
The second attack on my head in twenty-four hours was some kind of conspiracy, which was carried out very harshly and sneakily. I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night. I could not wake up completely. I could move my head, but not my legs, so either it was my neck that was broken forever, or their paralyzer was working in a weird way.
The second option turned out to be right, because after a couple of minutes I could already move my legs and generally feel my body normally.
When I looked back, I just froze..............
I've certainly seen beautiful places, but not to this........... I was in a huge city in the trees, which was at some unimaginable height, and was covered on the east side by huge mountains and a beautiful mountain waterfall, the view from my cell was just magical.
My cage was suspended over some abyss below on a thin, but apparently very dense rope. I would have loved to describe this town to you, their lovely wooden houses and all the beauty I saw, but about ten minutes after I came to, my cage started to be lifted.
Eh honestly, I would have hung in there a little longer.
On top of me was a huge pumped elf with some strange tattoos all over his body, besides him on this interrogation platform was another elf without tattoos of my size, armed with a spear with a very aesthetic tip in the form of a spiral, and the elfess with a very cold look, which as if looked not at me but inside me.
Before I could say a word, they poured cold water over me.
- Shit! Is this interrogation starting already?! - I shouted.
- What the hell!? How do you know our language? - Asked the elf with the spear.
- What's yours? It's English. Where I come from 90% of the world's population speaks it, of course I know it.
- You're a liar and you're talking nonsense. It's an endangered language, spoken by the most ancient tribes of wood elves. Humans will never be able to master it and speak it as fluently as you do.
He was interrupted by an elf who came closer. I'm not really into women other than Diana, because I probably won't be able to get over her for a long time, but God, she was beautiful.
She was a little shorter than the guy with the spear, had a long and spiky face, big brown eyes that looked right into me, and curly red hair that ran down her shoulders like water from that waterfall behind her, down to her waist. And she had a small mole under her nose that immediately caught my eye.
- Who are you, and how did you end up in our woods? Judging by your clothes and your wounds, you're obviously not from around here, and you're not a villain trying to hurt us. Besides, you know our language, which is impossible from any point of view. I think you understand it yourself, let us know you're not a threat, and we won't hurt you.
- Thank you for your adequacy.
After that, I told everything that had happened to me in detail. I told about my past life, about how I had been run over by a motorized carriage, which we call a bus. About the day on the beach, about the strangers, about the suitcase they had taken, about the magic shirt. About how I hid in a tree and how I got lost. The only thing I decided to withhold was the conversation with "God," because overall my story is pretty crazy even without mentioning that detail.
- This is all very, very, very strange. I can't get it all into my head. It's all so weird and confused. How do I know you're not lying to me?
- At least because I never once said I was an honest person? Because in my experience, it is precisely such truth-obsessed beings who are the most important liars.
- If you have not noticed, my colleagues are not very happy you're here and they certainly do not have a positive attitude to you, so you better not be rude to me, and explain everything in detail.
- Everything I said is true. Since you elves are sure to have some spells and potions to figure out if I'm lying or not. But even without all that, my story is too fantastic and silly to serve as a legend for an evil spy. Besides, I'm wounded.
- The problem is that the story, though crazy as you say it is, is perfect to exonerate you and let you out if you want to hurt us.
She is insanely beautiful, unbelievably so. For a moment I found myself thinking that I had forgotten all about Diana at that moment. It was as if I could see the whole universe in her face, the life and world that I would give my life for, just to keep feeling that energy.
But for all that! THIS STUBBORNNESS OF HERS. Annoying as much as possible. Huh, although maybe that's why I liked her. My mom is stubborn, all the two girls I was attracted to since kindergarten, were insanely stubborn. That's the situation of course.
- My head is starting to hurt, and my leg is bleeding again. I'm not pathetic of course, but look at me, am I a danger? I haven't eaten or drunk in twenty-four hours. I'm on my third or fourth day in your world, and I've already experienced assassination attempts, hiding from dangers and animals, although in the past world the greatest danger to my life was slipping in the bathroom or forgetting to turn off the gas in the kitchen. I don't know how it is that your tongue and mine are the same, but I'm sure that even if I wanted to, I wouldn't be able to hurt you. I don't want to.
- I don't think you're lying. But I have many more questions, and it's not up to me to let you out or not. We haven't examined your things yet; if you were telling the truth about that bag, its contents could be a danger to our city and our people.
- It's all up to me. I've done and said all I can. I shouldn't be here at all.
Yeah. I shouldn't be here at all. How is it that I started whining right in the middle of a conversation? And with a girl? I usually only do that when I'm alone in my head, but it just came out as if I'd just exhaled.
- I need to think and consult with my elders. On top of that, I'm worried about the curse in your left hand. It's very strange. I can clearly feel the negative energy, but I've never seen anything like it before. Are those guys you met on the beach the ones who cursed you?
- Damn it? I don't feel anything, just like I said before, that guy only hit me with his sword. I don't even feel anything.
Is there also a curse? Could this world just be hell? So much had happened to me in the last few days that the idea that this was heaven fell away by itself. But a curse? Does that mean I'm going to die? Or that I'm going to suffer and suffer a lot, just like in the last world? Oh, shit, shit!
- We have to go. Put him down. See you later, mysterious visitor from another world. What's your name, by the way?
- Seriously! How much longer do I have to sit here? Maybe I'll bleed or starve to death while you decide whether or not I'm lying to you! What's the point of all this?
- It'll go faster than you think, and your wound has been checked, you'll be fine. And stop yelling at me! Under our laws, you'd have been executed a long time ago. Didn't you tell me your name?
- My name is Bogdan.
I said quietly, with a hint of despair in my voice, and not a hint, but an ocean of despair inside.
- Nice to meet you, Bogdan. My name is Millicenta. I'll see you later.
At these words, my cage flew back down to where it had come from. The only thing I could see was the snide smile on my new friend Millicent's face.