His Truth
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Last published Thu, May 21, 2020
A Human with literally nothing to lose, James wandered into a world where he had no ounce of knowledge on. With a suspiciously unknown past, he was sent to a realm which seemed vaguely familiar, though he couldn't pinpoint why or how. In the midst of his aimless travel with just his first name in his arsenal, he encountered a fellow kind Human who offered him company. He knew that there was no such thing as 'free lunch.' In exchange, he had to learn how to defend himself. Though unsure of the reason why, he had accepted the peculiar deal willingly and eagerly.
Just when he thought his whole life revolved into simple yet rigorous learning like he was supposed to, everything literally turned a hundred and eighty degrees. After an eventful incident, his life had never been the same again no matter how he wants to change it back. He was beginning to question his existence. Knowing that he didn't have anything to brag, he was suddenly shoved on the face with things he knew absolutely nothing at all, all of which were boast-worthy.
Did he ever belong in this world? Was he what he really thinks he was? What IS he?
Tugged by a desperate call for identity, he found himself longing for something he himself didn't know what it actually was in the first place. What his heart only greedily desired was that he needed to find the real truth,
His Truth,
No matter what it takes.
Before it's too late . . .
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