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Chapter 1

PROLOGUE

Errot ran.

He ran and ran and ran until he had no air inside of him left to breathe. For a simple one second he felt like his system collapsed and his vision was covered in black veils.

This wasn't the first time he had been in this situation but he longed for it to be the last. 

Every year growing up in Merlot Blood was just another reason for him to get away from this dimension.

 'Being a Merlot is hard ' was what his father always kept telling him.

 'But you're a survivor. Never look back. Never trust anyone but your own self. And you'll manage to live another day'. 

His father's words were what kept him alive all those years and what would still keep his heartbeat from reaching zero the years that follow.

 So, Errot did just that. 

He didn't look back. He used all the strength he had left to force his lungs to start working again and did what he always thought it was impossible and utterly insane. 

He crossed the borders.

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CHAPTER 1

Errot definitely wasn't prepared for what he had to face after crossing the borders. As a kid he always dreamt of the 'outside' world as this very fascinating and beautiful place you read in the books.

Beautiful. More like, Beautiful-ly rotten. Errot thought.

 He looked around him and all he saw was destruction. Empty and ruined roads. That awful smell. Something must have died here. The trees and flowers, everything was dead. Nothing moved. Nothing could be heard. 

The only thing alive right now was his heart. He could hear it pounding against his chest so loudly, Errot thought it might explode any second now.

 Where was he? What was he supposed to do now? He never actually thought about this.

All those years, the only thing on his mind was the word 'Escape' . Nothing else mattered to him.

 He had everything planned. But that's just how far his mind took him. 

His escape. 

His escape from this god-awful dimension where the mortal lives aren't worth a single dime. Merlots either live on the streets or in shacks. You are lucky enough if you live on a shack. That means that you are immediately considered rich but at the same time you become a target for every single mortal that you cross paths with. Being targeted means that your every move is watched and your every step is followed. You can't take a walk without your hand gripping a knife so tight that your knuckles turn white. Living in a shack is both a gift and a curse. That's just how Errot sees it anyway.

He was fortunate enough to grow up in a shack. To have a blanket to cover himself up in winter when the sun light wasn't enough to warm anyone up. When the cold the night sky brought could freeze an entire kingdom dead. 

Merlots simply live to exist and survive, endure and fight. Always sleeping with one eye open in case someone tries to stab them in the back. They are toys for immortals to use and money making machines for other mortals in order to survive. A Merlot gets killed and everyone celebrates because it means power, money and food for a little while. Everyone praises the murderers. As if they are some kind of kings. They wouldn't know any better. Nobody would in their place. In a world where a dead body means you get to feed your children, everybody would get blood on their hands.