1 Prologue

Life is a tragedy.

That was my thought when I entered primary school and saw the fake smile on the teacher's face. She looked as if she couldn't be bothered but had to do it. After all she needed the money.

I knew my life was going to be the same. A colorless reality that I had to live in no matter what and the only thing that could take me out of it was the sweet embrace of death. However, I didn't want to die. It was like I was a robot the only thing that told me otherwise was pain.

But I also naively thought that the other kids in my class thought the same.

They proved me wrong.

They found a way to commit to something unlike me. Whether that be video games, drugs, or studies they enjoyed it or had to do it. But me? I didn't find anything to commit to.

Well, that was until I read a book. Yes as stupid as it sounds when I read a book I knew this was something I could commit to. They gave me hope.

If I was hurt or feeling down I would seek refuge in a bookstore. They were always close by so I'd hurry there. Just seeing all the books lining the shelves would boost my spirits. They'd give me comfort and solace.

However, that didn't mean what was done could be undone.

One day my parents died in a car crash. Some idiot decided it would be a great idea to get drunk.

When the funeral came I was looking at their pictures while I listened to the adults talking behind me.

"Who's gonna take him in?"

"I can't I already have 2 kids"

"Well I can't either"

"Just put him in an orphanage"

"Yea, your right! Then we can just take the money"

This made me sure of one thing, love flies out the window when poverty comes in the door and it doesn't matter if it's family. They could afford it yet they didn't want me because I would be a burden. I honestly wasn't surprised at how they were acting.

As I once read "A man has to be fake to stay alive" I suppose this also extended to family.

They always acted kind when my parents visited me but when they were gone? It was like they were looking at a piece of trash.

So they did as they discussed and left me at an orphanage. But I guess they weren't the brightest as my parents will left everything to me and no one could contest it. So they tried to find me. But I was already transferred to another orphanage. I survived high school and decided to go to an average university rather than a college.

***

Taking notes on the lesson the professor ended his lecture.

"Remember to get some rest and study hard for your exams next week" 

Closing my books I started to pack. I needed to get to my part-time job which started in a few minutes.

Leaving the lecture hall I decided to take the subway as it was faster. Surprisingly the subway was somehow empty, opening the app I frequent I found the novel I was looking for.

[The Forgotten Chronicals]

[Chapters]: 5,930

[Ratings]: 1.8 stars

[Average View count]: 1.9

[Average comment rate]: 0.08

"A novel that was made for me. "

That is what I would say if you asked me about this novel. But it wasn't surprising that other people didn't like it. When I tried recommending it people would call me the author. I mean honestly, I didn't understand why someone would hate it.

The novel had some typos sure but it was great otherwise.

The world was great and unique.

The characters felt real like they were alive. Their growth was amazing and the author did a great job at making them act their age.

And there were barely any cliches!

Those were my honest thoughts. But alas a masterpiece like this would be forgotten in time.

I first found this novel when I broke my leg due to an incident in middle school. Before I knew I had read all the chapters and waited for it to update.

While others hated it I enjoyed it. This novel was with me through my grieving process, my first rejection, my graduation, and my getting into this university. So you can guess how I'm feeling when they said it was the last chapter. I hesitated before I let out a breath.

Clicking the latest chapter I started to read it but froze.

[How would you write this epilogue?]

That was the chapter. Nothing else just that.

I tried to scroll but nothing happened. 

'Couldn't the author send me a message?'

I let out a sigh as I looked at the pretty cityscape and the people living in it that were passing by. I also wanted to be like them, happy. But I'd rather not feel that pain again.

But what about the characters?

How would they want to live in their final chapter? Sure each one would have their own different answer but they would be similar.

However, I wasn't the character and the characters didn't have a say in their lives. I looked at the starry sky through the window "I guess it's similar to me"

If there is a god wouldn't he get to dictate our lives?

Making it to my part-time job my shift finished fast and I went home.

When I made it back home I took a shower and changed into a loose T-shirt and some shorts. Laying on my bed I thought of a response to the author.

I typed a comment on the chapter.

[I'd make it a happy ending]

I'm just a reader, not an author. That world was something I didn't create however as a reader I want the characters I love and who helped me through life to have a happy ending

Then my eyelids felt heavy.

"Strange why do I feel sleepy?" I then closed my eyes.

***

Pain. 

That was what filled me through my slumber. What the hell is this feeling? 

It was like sharp prickling needles were piercing every part of my skin. I'm not sure how long that feeling lasted but when I awoke I wasn't in my old world.

Opening my eyes to a ceiling I groaned "did I fall asleep?"

When my parents died I had a hard time sleeping. Thus I had medication to help with it. I didn't take it last night so it was weird.

I then turned my head to the side. There was some sort of bracelet sitting on a table with a sticky note.

"Hm?"

[Mom and Dad have to go to work. Your ID came so I made your favourite meal.

Love mom 

And dad]

The last part seemed to be scribbled in a rush.

Getting up I then touched the bracelet then something appeared in front of me. This caused me to drop it in surprise. Lifting it back up again a holographic screen appeared in front of me. 

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Name: Arin Sullivan [Profile Picture]

Year: 1

Rank: 1904/2067

Pathway: Magic

Class: None

HR: Player Program Year 1 (FHWI2E2)

Talent Tier: Arcane

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