The year was 1200 15th of September. This world was currently governed by the being who had otherworldly power or capabilities which only human could achieve in dream , they were commonly known as 'GODS'. Oh! The second Statment is not completely correct because in the world full of uncertainty there are always exceptions there were few who where blessed by fate and have heaven defining talent although their power was but only a fraction of the real deal, it was still enough to earn them the title of 'APOSTLES'.
They were medium for the gods to rule over the mankind as they can't directly interact with lower beings and they also maintain hierarchy between their followers. With this system the world was divided into two part the 'upper class' and the 'lower class'. The upper class holds those who were born with either overwhelming talent or affinity with gods, while all rest were shoved into the lower class .
(The sound of someone mumbling) 'If only I was born into this world with some talent i won't have to live this damn way....
The hell are you doing mumbling around, you should be fucking cleaning the damn floor , you filthy hobo...
As I slowly turned around knowing this annoying voice could only belong to one person, putting my head down and endure
this shitheads yapping , just to hold on to this third rate job to meet the months end .
*This excuse for a human being is the financial manager of this temple,Fisher . He is a greedy and selfish man, he even has the audacity to cuss us worker's while leaching half of our salary making false report. Non the less I m indebted to him for giving me this job so i gotta endure through this humiliation ( here * mean the inner thoughts of MC)
As fisher continues to chastise, this bastard doesn't even know how to be grateful, fuck! I shouldn't have given him the job , if that leach didn't begged to me. Make sure i don't see your face ever again....(Walking off)
That shithead I know now he is going to harras the female staff , that bastard always up to no good , rumours have it he assualted a female worker few months ago and forced her into quiting the job..
As he walked away while cussing i slowly lifted my head up(Clearing my mind ) thinking I survived through the Shitshow . I continued to clean and mop the floor..
*today's really the worst , i just had to be the quarry of his anger. Just when you think things can't be any worst.
*oh! You might be wondering why do i talk to myself, well the answer is very simple coz i m alone, stupid. The joke aside, i not the only one working here there are several other like me. It just that everyone is assigned one section each. So there's only break time to talk to the others.
At last it's the final corner after cleaning this I will be free . Today is also my sister's birthday I have to go home early or else . I don't even want to think about it...
As I continued to complete the rest of the work, looking forward to going early. Suddenly strange greenish bright light blurred my vision as i opened my eyes strange patterns started appearing in the wall forming something similar to a gate or door of some sort. After inspecting they seem to be inscription of some forgotten civilization or time.
One might ask 'what do you do when you encounter a mysterious door in a temple, does one enter or run for his life?'. Obviously there is only one right answer you fucking enter!!!!!
LET'S GO!!!!!!!
The room was larger then it appeared from the outside, dimly lit and rectangular, and the centre of it was sunken, forming a great stone pit some thirty feet deep at the end of which there was a podium. I was standing on the topmost tier of what seemed to be stone benches running all around the room and descending in steep steps like an amphitheatre. There were eighteen steps leading to the podium. With my mind filled with doubt and anxiousness I mustered up my courage to take the first step, i continued to march forward.
Taking a closer look at the center of the podium there seems to be specifically two snakes encircling each other in the form of an "S" symbol. As I approached closer to the symbol. A holographic panel appeared in front of me with the word " Candidate No 13 Miguel " written on it.And a voice echoed in my head
" WELCOME"....