1 Chapter 1 The miracle

Daro was heading home after yet another day at work, he, a twenty years old male, with black hair pale white skin, slim build could be considered quiet handsome, if not by the grotesque injury on half of his face acquired on his short time serving the military. As he was passing by many of the people looked away in disgust, making him yet again question humanity, why are they so focused on appearance, without any context they kept making judgments about him even tho he almost died protecting the same people that now turn away from the pure sight of him. Isn't like he didn't tried, he went to many doctors yet all of them said they couldn't do anything about it. He used to think about it every day, making him grow cold and distant, lost in thought he went to the fridge to grab a beer and after sitting on the couch he turned the tv on, and prepared for another lonely night, and after many beers he fell asleep.

Waking up Daro felt himself different but for some reason he couldn't pinpoint why, "it must be the hangover" he thought to himself before going to the bathroom to take a shower, it was then that he saw himself in the mirror before shouting "IMPOSSIBLE", his face healed again?!

"I must be dreaming" he thought to himself before punching his own face, after taking a few seconds to recuperate from the dizziness, he looked in the mirror again only to be met with the same sight, his face was actually healed!!

Without no one to call he decided to turn on the tv, and with that his eyes widened with pure shock. With huge white letters inside a red box an anchor was talking about a series of miracles happening around the world, deaf people hearing, blind people having their visions back, unpaired people being able to walk again or having their limbs growing back without any understanding of the happenings scientists all around the world were shocked. He stayed the whole day at home, trying to come to terms with what just happened, yet every now and then he would catch himself looking at his cell phone to make sure that it wasn't a dream.

It was truly a day to celebrate, but having no one he just decided to order a pizza, and drink some beer, yet even tho he was lonely eating his pizza, a wide smile couldn't leave his face, after so much suffering he was finally back, he could finally look himself in the mirror without being disgusted, he was so happy that words wouldn't be enough to describe. So in silence he stayed, admiring himself and enjoying seeing his handsome face. And without even realising he fell back sleep.

Historians later on would call this day the calm before the storm and the end of the world like we had seen it.