A fantasy fulfilled, many would dream to have it.
...And I wouldn't know if I truly had wanted it.
The skies filled with smoke, the burning sensation on my throat. Red spots covered my vision and there is a slight ringing in my ear. Yet, nothing would compare to the joy of having found you.
Such a mess I'm in, but it wouldn't make sense if we don't start at the beginning...
The Gambit Chronicles was a popular comic that gained the attention of the world in the 3000's. It followed the adventures of a boy in a world filled with death and chaos. The boy was smart and cunning but had opponents bigger than him. Gambles, bargaining life and death. Comrades met, doubted, appreciated, and some who had fallen. In essence, the boy just had to survive such a world he had fallen into. Maybe... I had found resonance to it, the will to survive, and had hoped for a better ending.
I wouldn't have read such a book in the beginning, it was only to fill the deep hole of aimless passing time. Regardless, it all started with my death.
I remembered the city lights shining so beautifully when I died. I also remember the night sky looking so peaceful. Death was a solace.
Then, I woke up...
I couldn't say that I really started as a baby, it's more like I awakened my memories at 10... and threw myself in a deep pit of denial.
Remember the book I've mentioned? It was the world where I was born again.