The End and the Beginning

A note from the author:

[Hi, i always had a dream of becoming a aurthor but getting a degree in literature is useless. I mean i could become a teacher with it but that is a shitty job. Underpaid and i hate kids and i'm not going to waste 4 years of my life. So i thought of writing this novel in my free time like a hobby. I probably would have a lot of mistakes so just mention them in the comments and i will fix them. Hope you like my novel.]

It's dark I can't see anything, I'm cold, I'm alone or I think so. Suddenly all the memories of my life, from the beginning to the end, started flashing before my eyes. My mother left me and my 2 older brothers, David and Paul, when i was just 7 years old. The stress of loosing her led to my father becoming an alcoholic. He end up getting our custody pretty easily. I was trilled to hear this a so were my brothers.

He wasn't a bad father. He never hit us or scolded us but he always had a miserable look on his face. He did multiple jobs to support us. We were poor and so my brother, David, started working for the mob to make more money but he ended up getting killed. My other brother, Paul, worked had and became a police officer to seak justice for Davids murder but he also got killed by the mob. That was the last thing my father needed to hear, he was already depressed by Davids death but Pauls death ended up becoming the reason for him committing sucide. I still remember the day, i was 14 and was coming back home from school on my bike. When i reached my house i found 5 police cars and a ambulance outside. I didn't understand the situation but seeing my father's body being carried on a stretcher made me realize what he had done. A police officer came close to me and asked my name but i wasn't able to speak.

"Hey! hey kid! What is your name"

My head was full of thoughts, all i could think was "why me? Why my family? What have we done". My vision was blurring and before i could say anything i fainted and fell to the ground.

I woke up at the hospital and my mother was there. Some police officer were there too. Now i had became my mothers responabiIaty. I can still remember her face from that day in the hospital. It was as if she wanted to kill me with her gaze. I knew that she hated me. After leaving my father she married a rich man. She had started a new life but the idea of me being their angred her. It reminded of her pitiful life with my father, that's what she told me. The good thing about me staying with my mother was her husband. He was always great gentleman. He was always nice to me and always brought me food whenever he went away and when i turned 18 he helped me find a place to stay and job to do. I was very greatful to him but that was the last i saw him. After working at different jobs for some years i found someone. I still remember the day it was December 18, it was freezing cold and i was working at a cafe. I had no costumers and she stepped in the shop it was love at first sight, she was a beautiful black lady with brown eyes and curly hairs. She was wearing a black coat and white pants. I was mesmerized by her looks and the first thing that came out of my mouth was: Hey do you know how to play chess. She replied: why. And i said: because i'm looking for a Queen. She laughed at it while i made her order. Some how i manage to get her number. We became friends and she ued to come ever day to meet me so i manage to seduce her with my carisma, we got married after dating for 4 years. I had a dream of living a happy life with her, but the only thing I brought her was pain. She left me and I ended up committing suicide.

I opened my eyes after a long darkness, I had a baby's body, I couldn't see well.

I felt very big hands around me, someone was kissing me, Titssssssssssss [sorry].

I was in a state of confusion, where I was and who was i? What happened? I died but why was I still alive? More and more questions started forming in my head and these voices were killing me they were too loud. I could hear a woman talking to me but i couldn't understand a thing. I suspected her of being my mother. She was talking in a different language. Suddenly i heard the door opening. The woman got scared. Someone entered and she started shaking. She was yelling at said person and her voice was trembling. Then i heard another voice. It was the voice of a old man. I don't know what he said but it calmed my mother. The woman put me down and i heard the door close. Maybe both of them left. And that was the last i heard those two voices.

Just like that 2 years passed. I got comfortable with this body. It was still a little bit hard to move and walk but little by little I was adopting to this child body.

When I was reincarnated I had many questions. How did I get here? and who sent me? Maybe it was God. Does God really exist? But over time I stopped asking questions. They gave me food 3 times a day. I had a big enough place to sleep and caregivers who did everything for me.

This era is a lot like medieval ages because i saw a lot of guards dressed in metal armor and a butler who was wearing blue cloth with fur on it. They called him Goof.

[Some kid starts crying]

"O for fuck sake! again!"

Since i've been born i've never been alone, I've always been with at least 4 kids in the same room.

"These kids they are annoying. Honestly i want to kill them myself now."

The room we were in was made of bricks, it had no windows only one door to enter o exit. All the days were the same. I used to woke up eat, sleep, shit, and eat more. But today was different, the caretakers put a blindfold on us and we were brought to a hall. Here in front of this hall there was a garden which had swords impaled in the ground. I didn't know what were we suppose to do.

The expansive hall exuded an air of grandeur, its polished surfaces gleaming in the soft light. Positioned on either side of the hall stood two vigilant guards, their watchful eyes fixed upon us with unwavering attention. In the company of these sentinels were four diligent caretakers, their presence evidence of the meticulous upkeep of the place. Among them, an elderly gentleman stood, his countenance marked by the passage of time. Clad in flowing robes, he bore the appearance of a humble beggar, his weathered features revealing a lifetime of stories.

As for the guards, their attire was a testament to both protection and elegance. Draped in light blue metal armor adorned with the Snake family crest, they presented an imposing sight, fully encased in their formidable armor from head to toe. Strapped to their right sides were lengthy swords, undoubtedly symbols of their authority and readiness to defend.

In stark contrast, the elderly man stood apart, his loose skin and attire evoking a sense of wisdom garnered over the years. His robes seemed to hold secrets and wisdom woven into their very fabric, a stark departure from the opulence of the guards' armor. Meanwhile, the caretakers wore masks that concealed their identities, their attire a stark monochromatic blend of black and white, emblematic of their unassuming yet crucial roles in maintaining the hall's splendor.

Suddenly they let go of the kids and they start running towards the swords like crazy. I was so confused so i just went with the flow. Everyone went for the brightest swords but I was went for one that was simple and not so sharp so I picked the sword made of wood.

The old guy came up to me and started laughing, he grabed me and said "Good choice young man". It was the same old voice that i had heard when i was born. He was probably the only person to help me get to my mother.

Apparently the rest of the kids had picked up sharp swords and had cut themselves. Their caretakers treated them instantly.

After the trail was over, a blindfold was putted on us again. I over heard the caretakers conversation with the old man.

The Old Man: If they manage to live, these bastards will have a wonderful future.

Caregiver 1 with a worried face: What do you mean by that?

Elder after a pause said: Well, House Snake already has many children and I'm sure they all want the position of Head of the family. So these childrens are going to be a nuisance to the family. It's a shame but I don't think they would survive for long.

This scared our protagonist and he was given hug from his caretaker. Little by little his questions began to be answered.

Now I know why they treated me so well? Our protagonist thinks in his mind.

He now knew that these children, including him, were bastards of House Snake. This was good and bad at the same time. Good because, Snake according to the old man, sounded like a noble house so they probably would have a lot of money and bad because if a succession war broke out he will be the first to die.

He didn't know how to deal with this situation. He committed suicide in his past life because he didn't feel like living anymore but he was given a second chance, but no one would give him a third chance.

He had always wanted to start his life again to change the things he did wrong. This could be a sign from God. A sign to live a life he had alwayas dreamt of.