Now, he only needed to see the paper with the bizarre words.
Well, that's what he told himself.
'I can't understand this. I've mastered 3 languages and... Well, fuck Watson, i'm not detective.'
For a split second, he saw his mother holding that paper. He almost cried out the name of his mother.
"AYISHA!"
'...'
She was not there.
'Why was my mother here? I can't understan- Oh my god, I can understand the language.'
What a cliché.
He read out loud the letter.
"Young lad, the son of his own mother and her husband;
..."
'...'
"I see, so that's how it is."
He quickly tore the paper down and threw it off the edge of the mountain.
'I really am in another world, and that person confused me with another fucker. Tsk. But, what do I do now? The person who wrote it... He gave me, in this case, the other person, full authority do to as I want. But there was also a warning.'
"You will have to forsake your memories in order to live in this World."
'I can't bring in technology. No electricity, no wi-fi, no smartphone, no nothing.'
'But, there's another thing that caught my attention.'
"You may possess what you want, after destroying this letter."
'What can I, a 25 years old man, who just finished his university and wanted to be a diplomat? Power. I want power.'
"I want power."
He went outside the shack and yelled out of his lungs.
"I want power to do whatever the hell I want!"
Going back to the shack, he wanted to eat bread and fruits, he searched for it and oh boy, there was bread and an apple. And he fucking hates apple.
'There's no saving it.'
He ate the apple and the bread, looked for some milk or water, and drank.
He sat on the wooden floor. Cross-legged, and tried to meditate.
'The characted in those shows always meditate to understand themselves and for power. Maybe if I do that I will also obtain my power.'
He quickly realized how hard it is to meditate.
5 minutes, nothing.
15 minutes, no answer.
...
90 minutes in, and he finally has blanked his mind.
He felt himself as the owner of his emotions, as if he and the world where one.
Or that was what his mind wanted him to think.
105 minutes later, he woke up, in the last 10 minutes he slept.
'Damn.'
'It's hard. I'll try remembering my philosophical studies. Maybe knowing and understanding myself can help.'
He went outside and saw the moon, after that, he went back and searched for a bed.
He only needed to wait.
And he slept, like a child.