Chapter 1 - A New Beginning

Okay, so I had this idea in my head for a while, at least, the premises. I decided to finally jot down the plot and let this become a full blown project just like Rise of The Light Bringer!

Read in 1/2 Paragraph setting for best spacing! (Otherwise it will make your eyes tired).


Berlin, Germany

March 28, 2020…

Far within the corners of the suburban ghetto, lied a safehouse. At an outside glance, the broken down concrete and chipped paint would have discouraged anyone from coming in. For nobody would have thought that the man that lit the fires of revolution would choose to hide there.

But they know now.

Dozens of sirens rung through the night. Tens of armed officers all ran towards the building, bent on finding their target.

Whoosh-crack

The sound of glass shattering against concrete would have been heard throughout the neighbourhood, if it was not in a place insulated by dirt and solid stone. The stench of alcohol, which had been slowly saturating the ambient air from the dozens of bottles opened, quickly filled the room.

"Damn it ALL!" A desperate scream tore through the room, swallowed by the sound of sirens.

A tall man stood in the middle. A gun in his hands, pointing towards his neck. There was nowhere he could run, nowhere he could hide, and no one left to save him.

I-I can't

A set of trembling hands loosened their grip on the firearm, slowly falling towards the man's side.

Damn it, I can't do it… I can't die, not yet.

He sat down in frustration, wiping off the drops of liquid on his untrimmed beard.

How could this have happened?!

As the thundering footsteps became louder and louder, the man's mind ran at a mile a second. Going through dozens of simulations on possible methods of escape.

Nothing.

"FUCK!" A scarred pair of hands bore into his skull, focusing every bit of his strength on squeezing out a plan - anything! That could get him out of this…

Perhaps the real question is, does he even want to? Does it even matter anymore?

Even if he escaped from here, he would have to leave on foot, as no doubt his car was seized by now; if he managed that, what then? The entire country of Germany would chase him to the ends of the Earth, especially if he was labeled an international criminal.

The man let out an exasperated sigh. His head bowed towards his knees, memories once passed surfacing into his consciousness.

For years, he had always been in the public eye, protected and cheered upon whenever he spoke. For years, he knew of the corruption in Germany's government, and for years, he fought for change.

The actions he took did not go unnoticed by the powers that he went against, nor by those who supported his idea. As he continued towards his goals, more and more people began following him. By the late 2000's, he was practically untouchable by the government!

How could I have lost everything… all because of this damned crisis!

"aarrgggHHHHHHG!"

With a swipe that could be described as anything but dextrous, the man took a random bottle around him, quickly bringing it to his lips and gulping down the contents.

Auuhh… Vodka, I hate Vodka.

Despite the flavour, the bottle was empty within seconds.

The man glanced towards the running television in the room, seeing one of the shows he watched to escape his warped reality.

If I was born there, would I have been a revolutionary?

The question trailed off in his mind as he tried to take another swig, only to remember the bottle's contents were no longer there.

For over thirty years, he held a solid belief within his heart: that it doesn't matter who or what you are, freedom was a right to all. He remembered speaking out in rallies against the injustices committed by the government, not unlike leaders of the past mind you, but in an almost exact opposite way.

There were indeed many people that supported him, and through this support, he was able to gain invaluable friendship through his most trusted comrades.

"WHYYYY?!" the man had never gritted his teeth this hard in his life, not even when it happened. There was simply nothing that could have described the utter anger he felt when he found out that his best friend…no, his brother, died from torture in prison.

He would have already been in tears, had he not cried himself dry in the past day.

Frederick, his comrade's death was the first domino that fell for him. Throughout the next couple of years, one by one, his closest comrades and friends: Levi, Steiner, Felix, Johanna… Frederick. All taken by the corrupt government, and those savages that slaughtered them! Eventually, he was all alone.

His words, outlawed. His name, outlawed. The mentioning of his group, outlawed. His presence, OUTLAWED. They went as far as to compare him to the Nazi leader himself - he - the one who advocated human rights down to his very core!

So what if he chose to side with his family? So what if he chose to side with his people? So WHAT if he chose to side with his culture?!

Eventually, the people that used to cheer him on had publicized the addresses of his family and friends. His mom, his brothers, and his sisters, within weeks, despite his efforts in hiding them, were all either raped, tortured, or murdered.

Truly there is nothing left in this world for me.

Just then, the sound of metal striking wood echoed through his hideout.

So they're finally here…

His eyes looked down at the gun in his hands, imagining the possible futures he could have.

Doesn't matter what I do, I'm going to die either way.

If he surrendered, he would either be put on death row for his 'political' crimes, or he would simply perish from the other prisoners. If he chose to make a final stand here, he would no doubt die in a heartbeat from the resulting firefight.

No, I can't do that…

Despite the dozens of officers that were breaking down his door, he knew they weren't necessarily corrupt. Some supported the government wholeheartedly, that indeed was true… but he knew that many were just too afraid to refuse. Corruption came from the very top, and some were simply men doing what they needed to do to protect themselves, and those they loved.

Before he could think, he found the gun already pointed upwards towards his neck.

Is this what Hitler felt? No. Even if their end is the same, they will never be the same.

Smash!

The reinforced wooden door finally gave away. The police bursting through like a pack of wild dogs.

"Aurik Berger, you are under arrest! Surrender or we won't hesitate to use force!"

For just a split second, Aurik locked eyes with the man that led the charge, he could see the sadness held within them - was it for him? Who knows.

Did I really accomplish anything?

The questions trailed on his fleeting mind as he closed his eyes, resigning himself to his fate.

I wonder, if there truly is an afterlife.

All it took was a small flinch from his finger, and so ended the life he once knew.


Darkness…

Everything. weightless.

Dead?

Aurik didn't understand what was going on, every time he tried to form a single coherent thought, it blurred. It was as if his mind simply wasn't responding to his commands. He tried to remember, tried hard, yet, there was nothing.

W-who, where? I am…

The thought trailed off as any semblance of his mind seemed to disappear. There was naught a thing he could do but watch, as the light in front grew larger, and larger.

Once there was darkness, now, let there be light.

Chapter 1 Done! Next Chapter: A different existence

What did you guys think of the prologue? Didn't want to make it super long, just an introduction to our MC OC, Aurik Berger!

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