Tisk Tisk Tisk

Kyle Morin, was your typical college student, broke, lack of sleep, and running his ass off to catch the morning bus. But on his way to the bus stop, a car swerved and ran him over. "Well shit, guess i don't have to worry about student loans" He sadly died, But he lived. Not actually alive but he was reincarnated or something because he found himself in the body of a young child, with tears running down his face for some unknown reason. "Wait, what the hell am i wearing?, Robes?" "Hello there you Padawan" "Ahh what the fuck are those tentacles" Tisk, "now, now no need for language like that, come follow me your late for your Jedi training" "My what?" "Oh dear seems like you forgot, you're a Jedi Harry" 'What the fuck is happening'. (the cover is not mine, although it took me hours to get the right one)

"poor little girl" the fairie mocked as he came up behind me, he made a tisking sound as he looked at my ankle "that's not a pretty sight". I could barely breathe let alone fight. he bent down and gripped my chin pulling it upwards forcing me to look into his cruel gray eyes and I flinched away as he lifted my arm towards the sky above me. "what do you think of this," he asked me. I closed my eyes in fear of what may happen, when the pain shot through my leg making me cry out in surprise, all the air left my lungs as I fell to my knees screaming in agony, my foot hanging limply, as I lay there helpless. he raised my right arm and pressed it against my neck making me gasp for air, I could feel the pressure on my windpipe, I could feel my life slipping away. "you're going to die," he said with a smirk. "no" I gasped out, trying to push him away but he was stronger than me. "yes" he chuckled "you're going to die" I took one last look at the sky as my vision became blurred. "NO!" a screaming echoed then I was released, I began pulling in breath filling my lungs every breath burning. I suddenly felt a hand on me then someone lifting me into their arms. I looked over quickly to see where the fae man had gone and to my surprise, he was pinned by his neck to a tree an iron-tipped arrow protruding from his neck, and he hung dead. I stared at the body for a second before looking over to the man that now carried me. it's father! I struggled against his grip, struggling to free myself from his arms as I looked around. I needed to warn him but he just kept walking he was silent.