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dark medevial life

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Mark wakes up to find himself in a body that looks like his, yet in a world that is very much not his own: a medieval city of wood and stone, poverty and silence, where people call him Tomh and memories surface that are not his to own. Tomh is dead, his throat cut, his life finished; Mark has taken his place. Haunted by Tomh's last moments and by a cryptic message, Mark has to survive in a body tempered by violence and a past he doesn't understand. Memories come flowing that dont belong to him but to tomh, and every step risks telling the world that he doesn't belong to that world and how he survived. only one name ties to tomh death, Alaric, a clue or a curse? And Mark now knew that it wouldn't be that easy to get out of this world simply by going back home. If he wanted to survive, he had to find out who Tomh had been, why he had died, and what bound their lives through time, and try to survive all of it before being able to go home.
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Chapter 1 - chapter 1

A cold sensation spreads on my whole body, the smell of iron fills my nostril, i can't see anything.

"It is done, it had to be done, let's go alaric" an old male voice says.

Where am i?.

an ethereal voice speaks from the darkness "two people from different epochs share the same fate" what?. My eyelid become heavy. I just want to sleep.

The sun penetrates my eyelids, i scratch my eyes and move the other way.

My back hurts, don't tell me i got hurt at work. Wait a moment. I touch the bed but its hard, i immediately open my eyes and look down. I am on the ground with only a blanket and the ground standing between us, the pillow full of holes and filled with hay. Where am i, without thinking i immediately get up and look at myself. I have brown pants with a small hole on my left knee and a white shirt that is dirty.... Wait is this blood? I immediately take off the shirt and smell it, iron... Alaric, fate.

what is going on?.

The room isnt mine, and you can't really call it a room, it is long 3 meters and it only has the "bed" and a small table and chair made of wood near the window on the left and the door at the opposite side. The whole house is made of wood.

I go towards the window and look outside.

In the distance a enormous castle is standing on top of the whole city, a road made of stone large almost 10 meters passes in the middle of the city where houses made of wood and shops fill the city, people down my window are passing by on horses carring carts full of food or clothes, dressed in simple linear white shirt and a longer brown one over it.

People on foot are literally on foot with no shoes on. Passing infront of me a woman on her late fifties with gray hair, a blue eye with the other completely closed, wearing a long blue dress too small for her size is carring a bucket of water while holding the hand of a small child. She turns towards me and smile. Her toothless smile makes me shiver.

"Tomh remember to tell to your sister to come by" memories of me speaking to her come to my mind.

This isn't my memory.

The little child, his face covered in dirt looks at me for a second then puts back his thumb on his mouth and looks ahead of him with an unfocused gaze.

Miss.Lara was sitting on the chair of her home while sowing one of my pants and says to me "rick isn't getting better, anytime i speak to him he dosen't even listen, he just looks lost" she lowered her gaze and stopped speaking.

I immediately turn around and sit down. I grab my chest. What is happening, what is this place, i clinch the shirt. And what about that dream. how it is possible that im in this place? I take a deep breath in and lay againts the the wooden wall. After some deep breaths i open my eyes. I grab a piece of my skin and twisted it. A bruning sensation flows through my arm. Damn it hurts. It dosen't seem to be a dream. I get up and let the bloody shirt go.

The body seems to be mine but not the person people think i am.

I go towards the window again but this time to look at myself.

Short brown hair, black eyes, a sharp jaw and a long scar on my throat.

It seems to be me. I touch my neck. This scar wasnt there before, the bloody shirt, the smell of iron, the scar... I turn around and look at the bed, near the pillow there are darker patches.

I once again touch the scar, remembering the cold sensation I had when the old man spoke. I was dead, no wait... tomh was dead. This dosen't seem my world, at least not the present one, but how is it possible that i came in this body and why?

"I don't want to die" "im sorry"

memories of tomh last moments come back.

"i don't want to die alone" my chest tighten, this aren't my memories, this aren't my memories, come back to reality mark. I wasn't the one to get killed.

"Why me, why me?" I take a deep breath in and i put my hand over my eyes. The cold sensation of the hand brings me back.

I want to go back home.

I slap my face and go towards the bed, on the side there are some dirty shirts, i kneel down and take one. Im sorry tomh, i will have to take your body for the time being, until i can go back home.

I put the shirt on and take the blanket and shirt filled with blood. To do that i have to survive in this body for the time being and understand how to get back. That old man voice said Alaric... It might be a start.

Knock knock. I held my breath and turn around. Is it them again?