It all began with a simple but pretty stupid challenge. A defiant shout thrown at the air with only one purpose… to see my own life run before my eyes. Cruel irony was to find out that everyone has lied. I got what I wanted but not in the way I wanted it. There was no retelling of my sad life, no memory that overshadowed the rest, just sudden and empty coldness in my heart and mind. In a single instant everything shut off and mi eyes, which were filled with anger and frustration found themselves surrounded in pitch-black darkness. I really wanted to see a recapitulation of my life, I was looking for a voice to whisper in my ears how my life was comparable to a low-budget tragic comedy but that, at the very least, I had died in such a worth-to-tell way. I got none of that… ironically, all I got was the opposite, the promise that this ridicule story was just beginning because, otherwise, how could I have opened my eyes once again?
Everything happened so fast and, in the blink of an eye, I died… just to open them once again, now free of that which bound me to be dead in life.
They say the chains of destiny are absolute and that there is nothing we can do but accept it and make the most of it, but, even so, there's still something that I don't understand. That night I was not supposed to open my eyes ever again. Many have told me that it was in my destiny to die… and yet… I still am here.
Foreword
Hello everyone, Sahuaro here bringing you all with an new old story of mine. I say new old story because, really, thais is nothing but a reworked reboot of a story I have here (The spiriting away of Gensokyo) and have been working on for 5 years now. This story has undergone various changes over the time but without a doubt, this lastest version is one of the most changed and evolved ones I've come with for this story since its very conception.
Before anything, I want to thank you all readers for taking your time and giving me and this story a chance to be read and also thanks in advance for bearing with me; I am not a native english speaker so I am most likely bound to make typos and mist take more often than not so, any kind of critique, suggestion and recomendation on how to improve, both from a grammar, ortographic and also from a narrative and character-developing point of view is more than well recieved, no matter how harsh they might be.
Again, I hope you all come to enjoy this story of mine. I will try my best to make this one a long-running series (I have already about 30+ chapters planned) while also making it a meaningful read in many more ways than one sense.
ATTE.
Sahuaro