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Hope for a Better Tomorrow

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Having formed a contract with a mysterious voice, a young boy receives an imperfect kind of immortality and another chance at life, but is forced to fight evil gods to protect people he barely know. Footnote: This is more of a draft as writing practice considering I'm an amateur. Please drop by and offer criticism. It is very appreciated.
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Chapter 1 - Prologue: Sound of Falling Snow

Saw them, cut them, burn them and break them.

Slash them, hurt them, drown them or end them.

Drop them, stab them, beat them, and hunt them.

Your plan was doomed to fail.

Prologue: Sound of Falling Rubble

Pitter patter pitter patter, the sound of her footsteps rang about like hailstones falling from the sky. It was a dreadful night, the sky was lit by the burning balls fired from catapults. The very castle she called home had crimson flowers blooming across the walls, like a brilliant firework preparing to blow. She was one of the handmaidens who had a duty to follow the queen's every command. With a 7-year-old huddled in her arms, she was hellbent on finishing the queen's last request. She ran through the castle as fast as she could hoping she wouldn't be killed by the falling rubble. The crimson fires licked her skin. Violating her nerves with a feeling of intense pain. The sounds of fetid cries and burning flesh rang through the castle, which scared the poor 7-year-old huddled in the handmaid's arms.

The hallway was built upon pillars and arches. With said pillars giving out to the many explosions, the building was threatening to collapse. The scarlet carpet that ran along the hall was adorned with crackling orange flames.

Another bang rang out and resonated within the walls of the burning building, as more screams of dying hopes and searing flames crackling got louder. Scorching flames licked the walls and melted the paintings hanging on the wall. There, the exit was buried under piles of corpses and rubble. Their bloodied eyes looked as if their last hope died when the exit was destroyed.

The handmaid decided the best course of action to escape was through a window as she jumped through one, breaking both her legs on landing. She screamed as the glass that punctured her skin and scratched her bones was pushed deeper in by the ground. Her legs were mangled beyond repair yet she kept crawling. Crawling towards the forest. Crawling towards the exit that wasn't there. Another catapult fired. Rubble rained down from the skies and peppered the lands. The handmaid attempted to stand up, only to realize that her lower body was gone.

The 7-year-old was covered in the maid's entrails and screaming out of fear and shock. Yet the handmaid kept crawling. Determined to fulfill the queen's last request, she kept crawling. The cries grew louder and the despair crept in. She kept crawling, and crawling, and crawling, and crawling, nd crawling, d crawling, crawling, crawling, crawling, crawling. Oh, She's dead.

"I'm probably going to die soon too."

the seven-year-old thought.

"If I could just get past those trees I could probably make it to the beach and sail off this dying country. Well, I guess this is the end. Might as well just end my suffering here and-"

<-Hey, do you want to survive? >