Prologue

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The moment he died, his whole life flashed before his eyes, playing like a film on rewind. When the last scene of his birth flashed by all that was left was an endless darkness and a feeling of weightlessness. He quietly pondered if this was the afterlife; this lonely and desolate place devoid of any life.

In order to not be driven mad with this feeling of solitariness, the boy thought and recalled everything he could about himself. From the things he liked to the things he hated. Like this he remained, with no concept of time and himself as his only company, until of course that blinding flash of light. There was a powerful suction force and he felt himself being pulled away from his darkness. He spiraled downwards, faster and faster till he felt himself crash into something, or should he say someone. Slowly he felt her essence seep into this person, like water through soil, taking over their body and ebbing himself into every nook and cranny. The senses that had been used in his past had been awakened and with much effort he managed to open his weary eyes, looking at his blurred surroundings with a small spark of excitement. One thing he knew was that he was alive again. Alive and so far alright.


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