Within a dark, cold and damp ally that was filled with the stench of decay and broken dreams. Evan a withered old man with dark leathery skin that clung to his bones. Sat propped up against the side of a dumpster that was long overdue for pick up. As he sat there in dirty mismatched and patched clothes to big for him. He reminisced about how his life used to be when he was young and full of life.

He tried to remember the faces of his parents that he never saw again after he was drafted for the war. Much to his own disappointment he still couldn't get a clear picture in his mind. Afterwards he tried to remember the names of his fallen brothers. Thankfully this came much easier though he was sure he'd forgotten some along the way. Lastly instead of pulling upon his failing memory he reached into the inside of his coats inner breast pocket. From there he pulled out the picture of a woman in her thirties. Even though the picture was faded and had lost most of its color he could still see his wife's brunette hair and hazel brown eyes that were filled with such love and kindness. Robin was her name as well as one of his biggest regrets.

Upon thinking to point his breathe started to become shallow as what little strength he still had left his body as he drew his last breath leaving this world behind.

***

In a small shabby one room hut barely fit to be called a shed by modern standards. A young man 14 years of age woke up suddenly with start before looking around in a mixture of confusion and panic.

To say that Evan was confused was a understatement of the century. He knew he wasn't a good man in life even though he believed he was better than most. But he knew he wasn't someone who deserved or even needed a second chance at life. While trying to comprehend the reason for the second chance his eyes that now carried a depth not easily found in a young body like his.

The room was meager in its furnishing with only a wooden table with a chair and the bed he was on being the only ones there. Besides those he spotted a almost burnt-out candle with a book and a piece of charcoal shaped into a vague pencil shape next to it on the table. Getting up he walked over to the table with shaky steps both from the unfamiliarity with his new body and from his newfound ability to walk without assistance again.

Opening up the book he was met with a unfamiliar language that seemed almost runic in nature that he was able to understand with no problem for reasons he could only speculate about. As he through the book that he quickly realized was a journal recording various events that the original owner of his body deemed important or significant.

Admittedly there wasn't alot of useful information besides what he'd managed to gather by cross referencing the different entries and gathering a rudimentary understanding of what laid beyond his small hut's walls. Though the last entry could be described as important as it mentioned the father of this body and how they'd gone out into the south mountains to hunt as was usual. The problem lay in the fact that he'd done so close to a month ago and hadn't returned since. All things considered Evan figured he was dead which caused his new body to have a physical reaction to at the mere thought of it in the form of heating up and pumping blood like crazy.

Which helped Evan reach the conclusion that the original owner of the body was in here somewhere with him allowing him certain privileges. Turning away from the book he looked at the last few items of importance in the room. One being a long bow with a quiver containing ten arrows and the other two being some clothes made of animal hide and some dried meat that would at most last another two days.

Since he was given another chance at life Evan wasn't planning on wasting it though he wasn't quite sure what made this world special or if it was truly like his old one. He knew that no matter what this time around he was not going to die without his name being a fixture point in this world's history.