The silent but present small currents of cold wind hit my face as I walk through a small town that seems to be lost in time.
The cobblestone houses with triangle-shaped roofs, multicolored windows and Byzantine decorations make my eyes wonder for an instant, the street is completely paved, not asphalt, not dirt, but a classic cobblestone, and the small lake that runs with crystal water and green trees not far from these houses make a smell of earth invade my nostrils.
I felt at peace, calm, at last, after such a long time.
I could not say that I had lived a good life, not even a little, being born in one of the republics plagued by constant war and the influence of the West, I had the bad luck to be born in a decadent home.
But, that doesn't matter, now, now that it's all finally here, now that it's all over, there is something I don't understand, Why now that it's all over I feel afraid?
The same feeling I felt when I did something wrong and I knew my mother would come with one of those whip-like things to torment me invades my heart at this moment.
Isolated, as if I were in a cold room waiting for the final execution that would end my life in an unpleasant way.
The cold wind hits my body almost as if it wanted to enter through my pores, freeze my bones and crystallize my blood.
*Thump*.
A strong mental blow causes me to close my eyes in pain and almost kneel as I utter expletives into the air.
"Who the fuck is fucking with me?, I swear if I catch you I'll cut your head off with a rusty knife!!!...", I hit the ground hard, I don't know why I did it, suddenly I was overcome with a feeling of fury and helplessness.
....
"Sir..."
A hand gently rests on my right shoulder, a delicate voice calls me almost as if demanding me to open my eyes, the air feels a little more... Condensed?
Before I could move or do anything, a delicate hand begins to touch my body as if it were looking for something.
...
"I knew it, these bastards are here again!!", I cursed in my mind as I came to the conclusion that they were trying to steal from me.
I quickly opened my eyes and pushed the person next to me hard. The sound of my movements and the girl touching me was all I heard for a moment before I opened my eyes.
"What is this...", my mind almost went blank for a moment, in my surroundings there are a lot of people, I'm under the shadow of something, and Why does everyone here seem to be watching me?... the world seemed to freeze for a moment before I heard a man scream.
"Bitch!, What have you done?, you have disturbed the Sir!!", to my right I hear a gurgling voice, I turn quickly only to see a man in silver armor walking angrily up to a delicate woman in purple robes that look like a purple tunic covering her entire body and a veil.
"Is she the thief?", I asked myself, but, immediately my mind went blank again, What does all this mean?, Where am I?
In the face of all this, an answer to my question arose from deep within me, causing an almost unconscious smile to form on my face, as concern filled my mind.
*Strike*
"I...", the woman who was touching me barely manages to say anything before the silver-armored man kicks her hard in the stomach making her gulp for air before spitting blood violently.
My eyes widen slightly, "What is he doing?"
*knock* *knock*
However, a voice like that of a cane tapping on a wooden door is heard like an astral sound throughout this place.
"Ahem, Soldier, don't lose your composure...", an astral voice fills the whole place again, making me almost unconsciously look at the place where the voice came from.
I had heard once that people with money like to dress extravagantly, but, damn, I must admit it, the man that voice came from sitting on a throne with a back that looks as big as a house is really, really amazing.
His white and gray robe matches perfectly with the throne that seems to be made of ice or crystal, small ornaments like goose feathers adorn near the man's neck, passing by his robe that seems to have been made with a fine silk and adorned with intricate patterns, a kind of geloglyphics difficult to distinguish, my sight could get lost in those geroglyphics for hours and my mind would not find the reality.
The face of this beautiful person without a doubt, masculine yes, but, with a charm that I had never witnessed, seen or dreamed of in my previous life, simply perfect features, in detail, slightly thick eyebrows with a sharp face, straight nose and long white hair.
The man smiles deliberately showing the whitest and brightest teeth I had ever seen.
"Come on, this is a special occasion, god has blessed us with a group of heroes that will be able to protect the kingdom...", the man raises a glass of transparent wine more similar to golden calyx, immediately, several men at the edges of this great room raise a glass of wine as well, which made my mind come back to reality and look around my surroundings.
Definitely, I have transmigrated, but, Where to?
My attention was quickly stolen by the people who were just as confused as I am.
"I... I know them...", a frown creases my face as I think about it.
Among some of these people I can distinguish my old schoolmates, I don't remember their names, but I do remember their nicknames, a big dark boy with an unattractive face, I remember we called him "the bomb", another somewhat squalid boy "bones", and a boy who was a little over two meters tall "giraffe", what a time.
By the way, I, at that time, I was "Quasimodo", the hunchback of Notredam, Why?, well, because I was ugly and hunchbacked perhaps.
"It's been more than fifteen years...", I muttered under my breath, after all, fifteen years ago was the last time I saw these people, my friends in a sense, back then there wasn't so much people who were offended by anything.
In those days, the black man was called "Black", the skinny man is "Skinny" and the fat woman was a "Fat", it wasn't that complicated, in fact, maybe it was a good thing that culture where one hated to make fun of someone else's physique is gone.
I remember it didn't feel good to be called Quasimodo.
Before I could say anything, one of the teenagers present walked over to my direction with a smile.
"Quasi...", his mocking voice echoes in my mind, reminding me, Quasi, short for Quasimodo I guess.
My eyes landed on a teenager with freckles, a badly cut degraded style hair that gives his head the look of a pineapple, his crooked nose makes me remember that this teenager was not a person with a good social status.
""Huanca... " I murmured in a low voice with a slight smile.
"Quasi... shit..." his face although slightly cheerful still show a serious epxression on it.
"Do you know what's going on?", he mutters under his breath, ignoring the noise.
"Not exactly, but...", I paused observing my clothes and hands, "I think we have gone back in time, or at least we are teenagers again, and this seems to be a place where they summon people, my sense as a Senior-novel-reader tells me that, we have transmigrated..." my words make Huanca frowned and lick his lips lightly.
"I...", I took a closer look at my surroundings.
This seems to be a classic royal hall, the ceiling is over a hundred feet high, I and several others who seem to have been summoned are inside a circle drawn on a floor with exquisitely detailed tiles.
This hall is gigantic, like a large chapel, several walls several meters high in a circle supporting the structure surround us, and several people in medieval attire are talking to each other, perhaps talking to each other.
I turned my gaze to Huanca.
"I don't think this is good news, Huanca", my serious face makes Huanca look a little more worried.
I gestured with my right hand for him to keep silent, a gesture that almost no one could see but Huanca understood perfectly.
"Gentlemen!!!, Rejoice for the coming of the heroes!, let's party for seven days and seven nights", the man on the throne shouts with joy, and immediately several cheers are heard from the people near the columns...
One person in the group among us seems to have regained his composure and stepped forward.
"Where are we?, What is this place?"
I recognized her by her voice, beautiful, with brown hair, pink lips and a slightly aggressive disposition.
"Diana..."
Several people near me quickly reacted.
"Where are we?"
"Let's call the police, What is this place?"
Several people, or rather several of my former colleagues regained consciousness and asked, some threatening to call the police, but the voice of the man sitting on the throne quickly got everyone's attention.
"Don't worry, kids, you have been summoned to fight on behalf of this place, you will be rewarded and receive new skills from god, soon, you..."