You— it was you all along. Why are you doing this? WHY?!
Shhh— Be careful what you wished for, Is..
I opened my eyes. Ouch, my head. W— where am I? Ah, that's right, I'm in my bed. What a horrible nightmare I had; was it because of something I ate? Nah, that can't be right. Dreams are not affected by what you ate but from what you've experienced. Or perhaps something you're thinking of at that point in time.
I rose from my bed. Some might call it fancy but it's just covered with lace along with a thick wooden frame. Nothing to brag about, really. But why do my eyes feel so heavy? I am certain I had a good night sleep. Who was I talking to in my dream? I feel like I am forgetting something; something important but I can't seemed to remember it, no matter how hard I try. Sigh, alright, no point thinking about it if you can't remember, time to start your usual morning routine.
Ahem, you're probably wondering, why does it sound like this guy is talking to me? I admit, I am not normal. I break the fourth wall on a constant basis and my wife hates it when I do. I know you people are snooping in on my life; you better be careful or I'll end up reading your mind, heh heh. Nah, I'm just messing with you; or at least you better hope that I don't.
Now then, your next question would probably be, what is with the title? Didn't a certain "Truck-kun" ran you over when you were crossing a road? No, that did not happened and I can assure you that was certainly not the case. I did not reincarnate here as I have no memories of my past. I can safely say with certainty that I was born into this world as a baby straight from my mother's womb. At least, that was what I was told. You see I know absolutely nothing about my parents. I never had the chance to meet them. They were deep down in the dirt when I was young, perhaps when I was about the age of one or two. My grandfather was the one who took care of me throughout my childhood.
Listen to me rambling to myself, what a way to start the day. Get going, you fool. I stood up and finally decided to head into the washroom to freshen up. Opening the door, a gust of warm wind blew against me. Dear lord, if you are all-hearing, please— make it rain already! Damn it, what is with the weather? It is so hot and humid right now.
I guess now would be a good time to explain more about this world. The weather department in this world is always having a field day. Sure, we have summer and winter. But the creator probably thought to himself, y'know what? Let's throw in monsoon and thunderstorms too. And these are only on the continent that I decided to settle in. There is a continent that has hailstorms, burning rainstorms and acid storms too (which we sometimes call it death-storms).
It is certainly a brutal world to live in, but it is the world that I was born in. While it is not the most ideal world that I might had preferred, I guess it's not that bad. I found happiness in this world, and a family. Beggars can't be choosers as the saying goes. Maybe I might end up dead one day and get transported somewhere else. Nah, who knows where I might end up in. Could be worse than where I am right now; despite suspecting that the world might be heading towards an impending doom.
I headed into the kitchen to brew my favourite rose flower tea. It is not a delicacy in this world but I really love it. I found it to be the best drink for me to calm myself and it gets me in a relax mood to start my day with. What's the point in worrying about 'what ifs' when there's no evidence about it thus far. As I twirled the drink in my cup, I recalled all the memories when this drink was first brought to me. I made sure to have my pinky up as I sipped my tea. Ah, it is certainly delicious, innit? Wait, I'm not British.
We don't separate the human race into categories here as we have plenty of other species that co-exist with humanity. Indeed we have dark, fair, yellow or brown skinned humans that live among us. But at the end of the day, we are all still humans. What is the point of separating when we have elves, demons and lizard people. Sadly there are no dwarfs or hobbits around. Now where did I get idea from?
I headed out to the balcony with my tea and sat on my favourite chair. I spend my time here every morning, recollecting myself and thinking about all my past journey that I had been through thus far. And as usual, I hear the soft pattering footsteps that comes toward my direction. "Daddy!", she screamed as she ran towards me. Ah, my sweet summer child, my beautiful daughter at the age of 10.
"No need to scream, daddy is here," I said as I petted her head. What an adorable child that I was blessed with. She certainly took mostly from her mother along with most of her beautiful features. She will definitely grow to a beauty one day.
"Dad, I wanna hear the story about the Sun," she asked me.
"The Sun?" I thought as I rubbed my unshaven chin.
"Didn't I told you this story before?" I asked her.
"I don't remember much of it but I wanna hear it again!" her eyes were gleaming with sparkles as she looked at me.
It is quite a simple story to be honest. It is about how I came into the world and started out my journey. I call it "The Sun" because it was how I rose up to become the man I am today. And how I eventually found "it". A very valuable item that shaped the path of my life.
Truth be told, did I really told her this story before? Oh right, I did. I started rambling to her out of the blue one day when she was about the age of five. Why did I even started telling her that story in the first place? I remembered she grew bored listening to me after a short while. Surprised she actually remembered it.
"Are you sure you want to listen to it? I don't recall you were interested before," I clarified with her.
"Which is why I wanna hear all about it this time. Please, daddy?" she whimpered.
"Alright, let me recollect my memories and think on how to begin," I told her. I guess she wanted to spend more time with me rather than my story. Oh well, I got time to spare anyway. I doubt the world would just implode anytime soon anyway.
I scratched my head as I thought of how to start. It is certainly not an easy task to suddenly recall your past and turn it into a story. Especially since it's been about five years ago that I started talking about it. Not to mention I am already at the age of 35 now. Old but not old enough, and I can assure you that my story has not ended yet. Take this as an opportunity to learn about my history before I take on the next chapter of my life. There's still a couple of days before my next meeting with the guildmasters and rumour has it that they have crazy tasks lined up for me to handle. Guess I should ease y'all in before batshit crazy things happen.
I heard my wife in the kitchen preparing breakfast. Oh, I have a great idea. I will not be spoiling who my wife is and you all are gonna guess who she is. Pay attention as there are a few hints that will be coming along.
"Let us start, shall we?" I asked my daughter as I got ready to head down memory lane. It is going to be a long story if she wants the whole thing.
My daughter nodded her head with adorable enthusiasm. I pinched her cheek and started the story.
Now, roll the music intro!~
Dang it! I forgot I'm in a novel. Can you turn on some nice Japanese song before proceeding to the next chapter? Got it? Thanks. Let's go!