1 The Dark Story Of A Hidden World- Prologue

A World Has Many Dark Stories Hidden Within Waiting For The Observable Eye.

A Saying my grandfather used to tell me, and he was right. When I went to school and found myself on top of my class in a prestigious school, I found that people either didn't care about these accomplishments or simply ignored you. People didn't care about how good your math was or how concise your English may have been. People looked at your status. It infuriated me to be honest. No matter how skilled I was at certain things, without the status and background to back it up nobody cared in this dark cold clamped world.

While many would curse me for being childish about it. It truly hurt. So I did what I could, got through school aged, ended up single and found myself being a corporate slave in a "Higher" position in a company. I didn't fight back, I knew it was pointless. The world worked that way after all. That's what I thought. But sometimes a person needs to look at the shadow in another one. The true secret from where that status came from.

It was on my deathbed strapped to a chair I found myself part of a nightmare. Experiments commited by a crazed magician. A real one, not one of those, Look at the card, now It's a king types. And I regretted being so passively led here. Maybe if I had another life in this world, I would see if I could try and learn magic. So with but a swish of a hand, a small chant, and a twinkle of a eye. I found myself twisted and rearranged with my mind now gone. Dead and no longer in the deformed body that lay before my soul's "eyes".

Years passed by. My body moved, other souls surrounded mine. Hatred bloomed within our hearts. Why did we have to die. Why were we always the ones to suffer. No answer, ever came. Silence was our name. It's name, did I even have a name?

MY!? Memories faded. Gone in a wind or was it? I had glimpses every so often, a sharp pain in my perceptual head. A flash of color in the corner of my eye. I was something, someone. Then I simply was. I now existed as young babe, with a few thoughts in my head that shouldn't be there. Feeling something restore and piece me together piece by piece.

I was Lazaro Varkov. A man, now a boy who would live another life. This time seeing the true secret side of the world hidden before the mortal's eyes. In this great cycle of life.