Cracks in the wall

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Several centuries ago


Techno walked tho a forest that he felt was endless. He had just got home after a large war and felt simply miserable. His whole family was gone and being worshipped for their sacrifices. However since he was from the same family everyone expected something good from him as well. He was going to be crowned king and be sent back to the war. He walked through the Forest probably about to be retrieved by his new kingdom any minutes now and It was getting cold and dark but after a while of walking he saw some smoke and a small patch of light through the trees ahead. Desperate he found himself standing in front of it. ''Running away from your new kingdom huh'' he glance at the figure wearing a black and red hoodie and sat down. "Let's make a deal" The person said but once again he was only met with a glance "If I turn you into a god and make up a fake backstory you'll never have to rule this kingdom, and you'll be with your family" there was a long pause until the inevitable "Do what you must" surprisingly he only asked him to free some prisoner which was pretty good deal so he set the blue cloaked prisoner free and was given a necklace, he told him never to take it off and never break it. But even so he would still remain a god he just wouldn't be quite the part.

Techno POV

I stumbled into a random bodega bathroom hoping the damage wasn't that bad but when i got to the mirror i looked like a whole different person. Good news I still had my normal clothes, bad news I had several scratches, bruises and scar's all over me complemented with brown hair, a small bang and I was about three inches shorter. I sighed and looked at my knee, it was bleeding from probably getting smashed against a root. I tried as best as I could to wash the blood of bruises along with making them look like they were old but all it did was remove blood. I'm guessing this is is how I looked when I ran into the damn demon minus the swollen knee. Thank God I stopped writing in that book about 121 years ago. I threw my hood over my head and headed outside thinking of a place to sleep when a group of strangers walked up to me asking me if I was alright before I blacked out.

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