𝑌𝑢𝑎𝑛𝑓𝑒𝑛 : Do You Believe In Destiny?

Chapter 1: The beginning of a new life! [Edited Version]

A. N. : This is the edited version lovely readers!! There will be some changes!!

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How would you feel when, just finally everything was finally falling into place, you died?

Pretty shitty isn't it? The years of hard work to get your work recognized and be praised, all to end up like a small flame that flickered back to be consumed by nothingness in a strong wind. It hurt, and well it was quite the physical pain so excruciating that took Asher Willow, the prodigy of fashion designing's life.

Asher Willow was barely twenty six, a young man who had finally made his name in the field he wanted to; but just as when he was finally getting the praises he deserved, the fates decided to cut the thread of his life short.

Maybe the fates hated him personally; it was a silly thought but given his life and experiences with people and what happened to him, made the thought seem not that silly after all. Starting from his extremely successful parents who couldn't give him enough time, to him being judged that whatever he got was due to his parents and not merit.

On the outside, it seemed Asher Willow was living the life people envied others for, but only he knew just how contradicting and cursed his life was for him.

Another point to add to his unseen misery was : he never fit in. No matter what he did or tried, Asher Willow was always the odd ball.

Asher was neither an introvert, nor an extrovert yet somehow, he wasn't even an ambivert. Maybe he just hadn't found someone who would match his energy, he would tell himself. But soon that thought to became just words. No matter where he went, people just saw him like an arrogant, rich kid. And to be honest, only the latter was true because oh well, he did come from money.

So, it was understandable that just when Asher proved his worth and made everyone realise he wasn't just some kid that came from a powerful family; his life was cut short.

The shooting pain in his chest didn't let him speak or call for help, but then again, who would he even call for help? There was no one in his house, except for himself and his solace.

Asher should have been brain dead by now, yet he knew he could feel his consciousness; the feeling of being just asleep, but very definitely alive. He felt himself float, whatever was beneath him was something water, yet not exactly it.

'Why am I here?' Was the first thought that crossed Asher's mind. Was this the after life? Was god finally felling guilty enough to give him an audience and ask for forgiveness? Or was this hell?

He knew answers to none of his own questions. Though he could finally feel free; of exactly what, the fashion designer didn't know, but he was free. Maybe free from expectations, or maybe free from the harsh glares and taunts, or maybe, free from life itself.

The young prodigy would fallen asleep in that cool, dark abyss once again, as if he never woke up, when a mechanical voice called for him and he could see a  big white holographic screen right in front of him.

[ Host captured! System EMX0110011100 / EMILY initiated. ] The white holographic gave a soft glow before it turned to emerald green in colour.

◀ Hello Host! I'm System EMX0110011100, or System Emily! I'm here to guide Host to the fictional world from the popular high fantasy novel, 'The War of Worlds'.