Suicidal Archmage

*Tick*

Boring...

*Tock*

Everything is so, so boring...

*Tick*

I repeat the same things every day, and I have for the entirety of my life. Nothing changes.

*Tock*

Boring.

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*Door Shuts*

"Hey, n̶̨̧͈͉̟͖̝͍̫͚̄̉͜͝ư̶̤̞̟̪̗̐̂͊̇̈́͐͒̓̚ḻ̶̢͓̮͓̞̳͂̔ͅľ̵̗̹̝̟͇̩̳͊͛̒̿̊̚ . You've missed a lot of days recently, the school is going to start marking you truant if

this continues." Dictates my schools assistant principal.

He doesn't care. No one does. I sit through his boring little diatribe while he pretends he gives even the smallest shits about my life. He doesn't care and neither does anyone else.

But I won't say that to him. Instead I replied, "I'm sorry, sir. It won't continue, I promise." with my most cheerful smile.

"That's good to hear. You can head to class now." He said as he dismissed me.

He couldn't even pretend to care about why I missed all that time.

Not that it matters.

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*School bell rings*

"Alright looks like you guys are finally free for the day! I'll see you all tomorrow." Bellowed my teacher as my classmates walked out of the door.

"Hey, n̶̨̧͈͉̟͖̝͍̫͚̄̉͜͝ư̶̤̞̟̪̗̐̂͊̇̈́͐͒̓̚ḻ̶̢͓̮͓̞̳͂̔ͅľ̵̗̹̝̟͇̩̳͊͛̒̿̊̚ . Can you stay back for a sec, I wanna have a chat."

*Sigh*

"Hey now don't give me that I'm just checking up on you. You've missed quite a few days lately is everything alright n̶̨̧͈͉̟͖̝͍̫͚̄̉͜͝ư̶̤̞̟̪̗̐̂͊̇̈́͐͒̓̚ḻ̶̢͓̮͓̞̳͂̔ͅľ̵̗̹̝̟͇̩̳͊͛̒̿̊̚ ?"

I turned around and smiled at him. "Yeah everything's fine, there was just some issues in my family that's all. I'm fine now."

*Tick...*

"Oh... alright then, you have a good night then."

"Yeah."

*Tock*

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𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘰𝘻𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴.

No one will care.

"NO, STOP!" Shrieks a woman.

It's too late.

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𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘸𝘴, 𝘢 17 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘌𝘳𝘪𝘬 𝘈𝘭𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘫𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘨𝘦. 𝘞𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘭𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴. 𝘕𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘶𝘱... 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦...

Ah. That's right. My name was Erik... I guess I actually went through with it then.

*Sigh*

So now what?

"I'll answer that..." A soft, kind, sounding voice rung in my ears.

I spun around, "Who's there?!"

"There's no point trying to look for me... because I'm not something you will be able to see..." The sweet voice responded.

"What do you want from me?" I asked, pleading for an answer.

"It's not what we want, but what the world wants." Said a loud voice, "You were not a native resident of the world you recently departed from. That is why you felt you had no place there. The world you come from wishes for you to return."

"What does that mean?! You're telling me I was some... some alien?" I cried out.

"Maybe some would call you that, but that is not important. You are to return to your world, and live the life you always wished for!" Yelled back the booming voice.

"We will give you our blessings." Whispered a third voice, its aura much more chilling than the other two. "You will find they are quite useful."

"Aren't you going to give me time to process my death?! Why are you just throwing me into another life when I didn't want my first one?" I yelled, at the unknowingly empty space from which the voice reverberated around me in.

"You made the decision to die... You should be prepared already..." Chided the first voice, in her sweet tone.

"Enough chatter! Receive our blessings and move on to your next life!" Said the second voice, a hint of displeasure in his voice.

"Amare..."

"Bellum!"

"Mors."

What are they saying? What does any of that mean? Why can't I talk anymore?

"We wish you luck in your new life.../!/." The three said in unison, finally appearing in front of me.

From left to right stood a small, and slender woman with long, white hair, and glowing red eyes. A large, muscular, and scar-ridden man with a deep red beard and short hair. Then finally on the right a tall, slim but muscular man with long flowing hair to his knees the color of pitch black, and his eyes seemed to glow while they still were immensely dark.

I don't know who these three people are, or if they're even "people" to begin with. But I feel like there will be more to them than just this.

As they said those final words, a hole opened beneath me and I fell whilst my consciousness faded away...