Rumble!
It was rainy outside with the thunder roaring like a ferocious tiger and lightning illuminating the sky every now and then.
Rather than giving a feeling of peace and quiet, it gave a feeling of depression and death mixed with sadness.
Inside a grand and majestic palace, you could see how much money was spent on it and it wasn't small by any means, the walls, the paintings, the decorations, everything screamed of extravagance and richness, gold, silver and diamond, they were everywhere whether you move your eyes left or right.
But at the same time, it showed the history of those who lived in it, a history of rule and blood.
I could see it with my own eyes while walking in this long corridor that seemed to have no end no matter the distance I walked. I could only hear the sound of thunder roaring and steps against the marble floor. The paintings on my right depicted persons who wore lavish clothes, not by my world's standards but like those in medieval Europe and those fantasy novels I've read before.
They had a look of nobility and pride like someone looking down on those below him as if saying "I'm more than you."
All of them were the same which gave me a weird feeling of discomfort. Anyway, as I continued walking I began thinking about why and how I was here, it just happened abruptly that I couldn't register it. One time I was sleeping, the next thing I knew I was here walking on this damn corridor endlessly.
I kept walking, walking and walking that I began to feel bored. And to tell you, this was not the first time this thing happened to me because it happened many times before.
Whenever I slept, I found myself walking here that it made me feel bored already as nothing new happened except this weird feeling of discomfort I kept getting from looking at those paintings.
I couldn't speak at all, no matter how many times I tried I couldn't, I could only think. And this, drove me crazy.
But then suddenly, I felt something pulling me out which wasn't strange to me as this meant the end of this whole situation. Slowly, my vision started to darken before everything around became black.
Now, the only thing left was to wake up and be done with it.
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This is strange, I can't wake up!
What happened?!!
This is first time something like this happened to me. After my vision darken and my world turn to black, I always wake up afterwards, but this time I can't feel like waking up.
This is really strange. Then suddenly, I heard a voice for the first time this dream like situation began happening to me which made my heart race uncontrollably.
The voice was deep and filled with pride and majesty, like a king who ruled a kingdom for many years, ancient and filled with wisdom.
"You Are Not Ready Yet. Go Back For Now."
After it said that, was pulled back to reality afterwards immediately.
Gah!
Huff! Huff! Huff!
What was that?!!
I was breathing heavily while my heart was beating fast like a roaring engine.
That voice, it was filled with power that it seemed to penetrate my soul which made me tremble.
Is that fear? Or something else?
I don't know, I can't think straight right now.
Damn these fucking dreams are messing with my mind. I might go crazy if this continued.
Sigh, anyway I should get ready for school. It's already 7:30.
I got out of bed and took off my clothes— that were damp with sweat due to that damn dream— and went straight to the bathroom to take a relaxing shower to calm myself.
Now that I think about it, I forgot to introduce myself.
Well, simply put, my name is Tristan Crowley. I was a 25 year old guy living his life like any other human would do, going to work then going back, have dinner and play some games or watch some movies before going to sleep to wake up and do the same routine.
Hearing my name some coworkers told me that it seemed like an name of some vampire which along with my looks made their words close to right.
I myself didn't understand that but I just shrugged it off and went on with my life until one day while going back from work an out of control car hit me hard that the next thing I knew I was laying on the ground in da pool of warm blood while watching my life flashing in front of me.
Yup, on this day, I died just to be reincarnated into another world in a younger body.
So it was true, the reincarnation. I myself didn't believe in it, well it happened to me.
However, the world I reincarnated into was the same as my old world but that was on the surface because I discovered a shocking truth.
As you thought my dear reader, it was a crossover with many 2d characters coming to life.
It made me somehow thrilled and excited to meet them because I was also an anime and manga lover.
Just seeing their faces in reality made me think that my death wasn't in vain at least.
Anyway, my name here is the same as in my old world. My father was a scientist, he was good at his work and many respected him. My mother was a housewife, strict yet warm and lovely.
She was also a beauty that made my father's coworkers jealous of him.
He loved japan and its culture so he decided to go and work there, naturally he took us with him.
And due to that, I was enrolled into a school there making me very close to meet my favorite 2d characters from my favorite animes and manga.
Life was good and filled happiness despite some conflicts in between but that was also a part of life.
But then at the beginning of my highschool, my father and mother died in an accident while they were out on a date celebrating their marriage anniversary. I was devastated, sad and depressed. F
I spent so many years with them despite not being my real family but they were real to me, at least they brought me the warmness of family that I forgot.
And now, all of this is gone, the house became empty....again.
Even in my past life, I lost my family at the same date, the beginning of my highschool.
At least, there was the insurance money to pay for my education to the end of my university and also the house we used to live in.
That left me with paying my pills and life necessities, so I worked part-time to pay for them.
At that time, I began having those weird dreams that nearly drove me crazy. This continued for a year till now.
During that year, I struggled to support myself that I nearly forgot the joy of life and the joy of meeting my favorite characters.
I mostly had no friends to communicate with due to that.
And now at 18 years old in my second year of highschool I, Tristan Crowley, was back to my past life routine.
Not like I was proud of it.