Once a long time ago, I died. I remember the feeling. I was beaten to death. My name is...... I can't remember my name. I look through my pockets, I found a bus ticket and a roll of ones, but no ID. 'Great now what do I do.' I thought to myself, 'I need to find out my name' I looked around me, there was a sign 'Raise, Luka' it read. Up the road was a motel. 'I guess I'll stay there' I check into a room. 'Room 13' I thought, '13 that number sounds important to me. Weird.' I found the room and went in and to the bathroom. I looked into the mirror. I have Black hair and neon green eyes that look like they glow. That weird why to they glow. I saw what I was wearing, I had black jeans with zippers, a black shirt with a neon green plus sign across it. And black sweat jacket that looked a little too big on me plus a backpack. Strapped around my waist was a bow staff that looks like it went through hell and back. Then in my black boots, was a hidden handgun with some weird silver powder mixed with its bullets. 'Why would I need a handgun and staff.' I thought. On my wrist was a strange watch. 'Three days' I thought, 'three days until what?' I looked at the clock. It was midnight. 'I should some sleep' I thought. I was going to take off my weapons but my gut instincts told me not to. The moment I laid down I fell asleep. I woke up to the sun shining it felt comfortable but made me feel like something, no someone was missing. I took a shower and looked through my backpack and changed into identical clothes. That's all my bag had but one photograph. It was a photo of me and what looked like my twin, but he had brown hair and light green eyes that didn't glow like mine. I also found a torn letter, The only words on the paper read "October 27, 1900, To Dark Demala. 'So mine names Dark Demala. Now, what year is it' I thought. When I hear someone fire a gun. I looked out the window. There's a guy in what looks like a ninja suit with a shotgun. I pull out my weird gun from my boot and fire. The guy fell to the ground. I shot him again in the head. I ran out to him and saw that he was a robot thing. Whatever he or it was it wasn't human. I look through his pockets and I found a phone. It was an 1800 UP, not very advanced. I turned it on to see the time. '9:00 am, but what's the date,' I thought as I look through the phone, 'June 14th, 2018,'. One hundred and eighteen years had passed, but that's not possible. Human bodies or bodies, in general, can't last that long with food and water. I need to find some answers now. I looked into the forest when I saw a girl purple hair and piercing teal eyes. She had on full armor which would have been intimidating if she didn't have teal ballet shoes. "Who are you?" I asked her. "That's a good question." She stated and walked towards me, "Pearl,". "What?" "Pearl. My names Pearl but you knew that." "How? I just met you" I told her. "Uh, I see," She says walking in circles around me, "You lost your memories, Dark" "You know my name." "Yeah, Dark Demala. King of Dark Demons and leader of Katopia." "I don't understand. What's Dark Demon and what's Katopia." "Gees, it's worse than Maytrex and I thought." She stated, "Come, Let's go somewhere safe."

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Lost Time Series (Book 1: Rebirth)
General FictionWhat if you were on a random street in a random country and you didn't know who you are but you remember dying and how you died? What would you do? Where would you go? Who would you trust? This unfortunately happened to Dark Demala; a guy with a lot...