nehemiah_jacinto

I lived a half-fulfilled life. I made my family proud by being the first of us all to finish 4 degrees (History, Communications, Writing, and Political Science) in just four years. I pursued my dream by taking the exams of the military academy and getting in.  And after another 4 years, I became the first of my class to become Captain rank after earning it in fighting. 

Suddenly, as my company was following the route back to base. A lightning storm came around.  Actually, it was more lightning than storm when I thought about it more. It struck our transports and lit the fuel tanks on fire. I managed to get most of my men out and towards shelter but the strongest lightning of them all struck me in the back after I tried to get my bag from the truck I was at and knocked my dumbass dead cold. 

Then, I woke up. In a room I don't remember being in once in my life. Wearing clothes that looked like some ancient grandpa out there would wear. Bearing a face that clearly wasn't mine. In fact, it was the face of that one guy I had trouble studying about back in college.

And what's worst about this entire situation is that it's June 1896. A month before the revolution he became famous for starts. 

Lord help his soul.

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Volume 1