1 real beginning (?)

I just turned 40. I'm now past my prime age (I think?) and I'm getting tired of the working life. Waking up at 6am and getting to work for 7:30, then finishing at 8pm. That's only if I'm not working overtime. It's currently 21:03. I finished work a little late but that was okay since I have a day off tomorrow. I was in a good mood. I'm on my way to the train station. *im not sure where I live but just imagine the city looking kind of like Tokyo, Japan. You know, bright lights and stuff*. I stop by the convenience store like usual and leave with a bottle of flavoured water (specifically Evian watermelon flavour) as well as a chocolate bar to get some energy in me.

I start walking again. Turning along with the streets when needed. Finally, after 25 minutes, I reached the train station. On the way in I swipe my card like usual and head to the terminal my train was leaving from, terminal 5, Like usual. Luckily the train was as early as I was and i hopped on quickly. I sink into the seat, tired. A few minutes later, screams travelled from one carriage to another, slowly but surely making their way to mine. I wouldn't know though, i have my headphones on. And damn were they good headphones because I didn't know what hit me till i opened my eyes and saw a metal baseball bat that had caused the excruciating pain on my collarbone. Ouch. I unknowingly let out a cry of pain, oops. Turns out a little gang of entitled delinquents decided that they were going to beat the crap out of a bunch of random people. They probably had a reason, like to make their little gang more 'infamous'. But I was in too much pain to give two fat sh**'s. A man, about 6 foot 5, approached me with a .22 calibre pistol. And then, bang. Crazy how life can be so easily taken away isn't it? Not really. But anyway a clean shot through the forehead sent me straight to heaven. Not heaven though, because I'm here now.

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New world, New me

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You know that phrase, 'New year, New me'?

Well that's me. If you change the world 'year' to 'world', that is.

Hi guys, me again. Except not really. The reason being when I look in the mirror, I'm not there. Someone else is. Red hair like fire (which is ironic because I used to make fun of gingers) and grey eyes. This person Is still mixed race like me though. The hair was long but still curly, like mine. Afro, even. Again, like mine. *knock knock* "hello?" I call out into the spacious, but simple, room. "Can I come in?", an unfamiliar voice calls from beyond the door. "Who is it?" I reply as if I'm actually going to know. "Becky." Who? Oh whatever, I'll just let her in. "Come in.", as soon as I say those words a small-ish figure enters the room, my room. I think. "Mistress, let me assist you with getting bathed and dressed. His eminence is coming back today." You what? Mistress? I've had my fair shar of partners but I've never been with a married man. "Umm…okay? Would you mind telling me my name and todays date, as well as what country im in." I take a deep breath, from what Iv'e read gathering information is the most important thing. "Mistress…are you feeling okay?" She asks, a bit of concern present on her freckled face. "Yes, just answer the questions please." I let out a long exasperated breath out of habit. I was a little bit of an impatient person. "Mistress, you birth name is Persia," oh wow, what a coincidence, " and today Is Munel, the first day of the Dale. The year is 12th year of his eminences reign and your in the country of empire of Gibrasiel". Huh? What is this woman on about? The hell is Munel and Dale and…Yeah whatever. I'll think about it later. "Thanks, help me get ready please." she nods and approaches.

2hrs later…probably.

Becky finished getting me ready and left after I told her to call me down when this eminence guy got here. I conveniently found a peice of paper and a bunch of books in the bedside table. Walking over to the desk, I grab a pen off the floor. I don't know why it was there but it was so I'm going with it. Once I've sat at the desk, I write down what I might've, hopefully, figured out from what Bella…no. Becky told me earlier. On the paper I write: Munel=Monday, Dale=Week and finally his eminence=The king/Ruler (?). Looking back at what she said, this makes more sense. I'm just glad it's not a foreign language I have to learn. *knock knock* "sh**" i curse under my breath, frantically shoving the paper in a drawer and jumping to my feet. "Come in." I clear my throat, it's just going to be Becky so I didn't feel to nervous. A familiar face enters my room, "Greetings mistress, his eminence has arrived and would like you and her eminence to have breakfast with him.", I pause. His wife is going to be there? I don't think I can do this…nah, I can. "Please lead me to them." I reply with a smile, well that's what I was trying to do but she looked at me like she'd eaten something rotten. It may have only been for a moment but I clearly saw her expression. "Y-Yes Mistress." Damn, was it that bad?

Becky, who I think I may have just accidentally traumatised, led me out of my room and into a much more luxurious looking hallway that seems to go on forever. Except it didn't and now I'm standing at the door to where the couple was waiting for me to join them. *knock knock* Becky knocked gently on the door. Once she did, two butlers opened a door each and a third announced my presence. I go tense. Who was I supposed to greet first? Him, or him…hold on two seconds. Him sitting in the main chair at the end of the table or him sitting on one side of the main dude. I quickly bend down to whisper into Beck's ear, "erm, is this his eminence and his wife?" She looks at me like I'm stupid. "Yes, mistress. His eminence Darius and the current queen, Grey." So I wasn't hallucinating. Oh well, it's the 22nd century…I mean the 12th year of Darius's reign.

I take a deep breath into my lungs and walk over to sit at the farthest seat from them out of habit. "Persia?" Grey shoots me a look of concern, probably because of the huge gap between us. "Yes, er…Sir?" *I say questioningly. What was I supposed to call him anyway? "Aren't you going to greet me?" A deep, dominating voice comes from the opposite end of the table. It was Darius. "Oh shoot, yes sorry," I get up quickly and bow, "greetings your eminence…" I stay bowing, waiting for him to tell me to be seated like in those historical films. "Are you…feeling okay darling?" Darling? Uh, erm, umm "me?" I look up and tilt my head slightly. "Who else but you?" Grey chips in. "Yes I'm fine, why?" Iv'e F'd up. Before I look more suspicious, I sit down. Then I get up. Then I move a few seats closer. That's most likely the reason the asked if I was okay. So much for trying to fit in right? *grumble* Ugh, im so hungry. "Shall we eat?" Darius's deeps voice echoes throughout the hall. Not in a threatening way though. "Yes!" I reply a little too enthusiastically but I dont care because I'm still holding the grudge of not being able to eat that chocolate bar I bought. Darius nods and him and Grey start eating. I join them. I just mimick the way they eat, fork in right and knife in left.

A few minutes later, I'm stuffed.