Chapter 1: dogs death
***This is not a happy story if you want a story about buffer-flys and smelling flowers I suggest you close this book.
Henry was a man who had known a lifetime of struggle. He was born into a poor family and grew up in a rough neighborhood. His parents worked long hours just to make ends meet, and they could barely afford to put food on the table. Henry often went hungry and didn't have many friends. He was frequently bullied at school for his shabby clothes and unkempt appearance.
Despite the many hardships he faced, Henry was determined to make a better life for himself. He worked hard in school and dreamed of one day becoming a successful businessman. But his dreams were shattered when his parents were killed in a car accident when he was just 16 years old. Henry was devastated by the loss of his parents and felt lost and alone in the world.
With no family or support system to turn to, Henry dropped out of school and was forced to fend for himself. He worked long hours at a minimum-wage job just to pay the bills and keep a roof over his head. He lived in a small apartment in a run-down part of town and struggled to make ends meet.
Despite his difficult circumstances, Henry never gave up on his dream of making a better life for himself. He worked tirelessly, saving every penny he could and studying business in his free time. He eventually started a small startup and worked his way up the ranks to become a successful entrepreneur.
As success was in the line of sight, Henry's life took a tragic turn when he was betrayed by a business partner. This partner, whom Henry had trusted and invested his time and money into the startup with, embezzled all the funds and left Henry with nothing. Devastated, Henry's mental health began to decline rapidly, and he became more and more isolated. He spent most of his days in his small apartment, staring blankly at the wall and wondering what he had done wrong. Eventually, he fell into a deep depression and took his own life.
As he died, struggling to breathe as the rope got tighter and tighter, Henry felt a deep sense of regret and longing. He had always felt unfulfilled in life, and now he realized that he had wasted his precious time on earth. He wished he could go back and make things right, but it was too late. As his life slipped away, he felt a sense of emptiness and despair, wondering if this was all there was to existence.
In his last moments, Henry felt a strange sensation, as if his body was being pulled in different directions. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he found himself lying on the ground, surrounded by tall grass and trees. He sat up, rubbing his head, trying to remember how he had gotten there. The last thing he remembered was dying in his apartment, alone and forgotten.
Henry woke up to find himself lying on the ground, surrounded by tall grass and trees. He sat up, rubbing his head, trying to remember how he had gotten there.
He looked around, taking in his surroundings. It was a world unlike any he had ever seen before. The sky was a deep shade of blue, and the sun was high in the sky, shining down on him with a warmth he had never felt before. He tried to stand up, but his legs gave out under him, and he fell back to the ground. As he lay there, confused and disoriented, he saw a group of people walking towards him.
One of the strangers came closer and offered him a hand. Henry took it, and the stranger pulled him up to his feet. The stranger looked at him with a mix of confusion and concern. "What are you doing here, little one?" the stranger asked.
Henry looked up at him with wide eyes, realizing for the first time that he was no longer in his own world. He was only five years old, and everything around him seemed strange and unfamiliar. He tried to explain what had happened, but the words wouldn't come out. The stranger seemed to understand, though, and took him by the hand, leading him toward a nearby village.
As they walked, Henry tried to make sense of his surroundings. He saw people dressed in strange clothes, riding horses, and carrying swords. They were dressed in clothes that looked like they were from a different era - long coats, boots, and wide-brimmed hats. The buildings around him were made of wood and stone, and he could smell the scent of freshly baked bread and roasting meat. It was a world unlike anything he had ever seen before, and he couldn't help but feel both fascinated and scared. He tried to rationalize his surroundings, but he could not deny the evidence of his senses. The stranger kept leading him to the castle just on the outskirts of the town. As Henry was in front of the castle, his head started to pulse, his vein and blood started to move to his brain. A pain like no other hit him and he passed out. The memories of the body he had taken over began to flood his mind. He remembered body of the kid he has took over was named William, and he was a baron youngest son.