***********BIG NEWS*************

This story has been on hiatus for about 4 years now. But as of 2018 I have officially returned to this website!

As you will read in the last chapter, I first plan on rewriting this, and then finishing it

This will take time, and my schedule is very full, so I cannot guarantee anything quickly, but I can guarantee my work.

Happy reading!

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So here it is, my first Fanfiction. I started this fic around two years ago, for the sake of boredom. I used to have quite a crappy vocabulary back then. As the years went by, this fic was abandoned, until I picked it back up quite recently. By then I realized my writing style had changed, as well as what I wanted the story to focus on. For this reason, I must issue a warning

WARNING! THIS FICTION MAY APPEAR AS BORING AT THE BEGINNING, BUT IT GETS BETTER! I GREATLY ADVISE TO KEEP READING, THE FIRST CHAPTERS ARE SHORT ANYWAYS, IT'S NOT A BIG EFFORT ;p

Technically speaking, if you want a guide, things start to change at chapter 11. things start to DRASTICALLY CHANGE at chapter 21

I used to test my writing on Deviantart and later decided to publish it here as well. I am not using my mother tongue so I apologize for any errors/mistakes. Hope you enjoy!

If you wish to visit my DA page my username is "artemide68"

Prologue

I have always been one of those people who appreciated more a world made of fantasy rather than a real one. That is what I thought before going to sleep, at around 4 am in the morning. It is a curse, and a blessing, for sometimes only through fantasy we can grasp the meaning of the mechanical and inhuman world that surrounds us. In that precise moment though, to me, it was more of a curse. I had to wake up in exactly 3 hours to attend my physics class at university, and I wondered how much of that genius-rabble would have made sense to me while literally sleepwalking. And to add more damage, I had now entered that stage in which I was simply thinking about the meaning of things, and I just could not bring myself to sleep.

I had been playing Skyrim and that was the reason I could not yet close my eyes. I just could not bring myself to, no matter how tired I was. I was always a stubborn one, and a dreamer. Ever since I was little I wished magic existed, and I hoped that those epic adventures I read in books and saw in movies could really happen. Hell, I wanted to be just like Indiana Jones when I grew up!

And I tried very hard to make those things happen! When I was very little I would dress up as a wizard and chant spells, and sometimes it just felt like they were really working! When I was a young teen I went exploring forests and abandoned ruins with my dad in the Italian countryside, wishing for some mystery to show itself, creating ghost stories inside my head. By sixteen I was learning martial arts, after the foolish thought that if I was ever going to have some adventure, I had to be strong enough to face it.

And now I was in uni, and I had to decide my future, the job I would have to keep doing for the rest of my life. Everything was losing color and magic. I still kept taking martial arts classes (and I was pretty damn good at them) but I took them to defend myself from rapists, not to journey into some magic adventure. And yes, I was playing Skyrim, because at least there, in the virtual world, I could have what I was gradually losing in my life (…..and the game was just epic)

As I finished the psychological evaluation my brain always loved to tease me with, I began falling into deep slumber. But, just before being dragged into the darkness, I felt as if something imminent, deep, and life changing, was bound to happen…