In Deep Nostalgia

Prologue

Back at the time when I was born in 2004, I still remember a vivid picture of a wide open highlands. Along with a girl who I thought was my wife. That's all I remember until I turn 5 years old.

I often stay at my grandma's house whenever my parents go to work. It was the spring of 2009. I went out on grandma's backyard to play around for a short period of time. Then I would help her work at her small garden.

Kids usually tell wonderful stories with their grandparents. But my grandma and I always talk about our past life. I still remember hearing her story about her past, she was a queen at some native nation. She said that her life was quite perfect until some people with strange clothing came with floating wooden structures which is now called "ships".

She told me that the strange people invaded their native lands and she was killed by their leader himself. Since my father is a historian, I learn a lot of historical informations about the culture before this modern era. I came up with a conclusion which might be Christopher Columbus.

It was one of my father's favorites in history. Upon searching through the web, I saw enough informations that verified that Christopher Columbus did invaded a tribe called Taíno. I assume that was grandma's tribe. The year of the invasion was 1492

The story that I told to my grandma is different. I told her about the peaceful highlands. In the distance, there stood a giant city. Then I suddenly remembered clusters of vague memories about what's within the city.

But it all seemed to connect about the rebellion which was formed within the city square plaza. I rushed back at my own mansion just a bit distant from the city and the highlands. As I got back at the main gate, there stood my advisor, agitated.

"What happened?" I asked. "The rebellion broke out from the city. They are probing your whereabouts." He answered. I wonder why, but I feel something peculiar. Whatever their intentions are, I'm sure they're all seeking bloodshed. I then entered the mansion.

"Prepare every troop, every equipment, every courage we have! We're not going to let them raze what we've been living for!" I declared. But then a strange man with bizzare outfit seemingly appeared from the shadows of the living room.

"It seems that you are oddly ignorant about why you're being hunted by those ruffians, hooligans, hoodlums, and muggers. Yet you're going to conquer them head on? Don't make me laugh. You never stood a chance in the first place.

You barely escaped. And it's all accredited to the chancellor who sacrificed his life, dignity, and his men trying to protect you at all cost." He explained. "You're nothing but a fraud, a scam, who let others perish because of all you negligence.

You only see them as your puppets. I hope it all haunt you." He added. His words pierced through my soul as I suddenly remembered why. That chancellor was once my best friend of old times.