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CHAPTER 1

“Where… am I?

It was dark and bleak. The ground was covered with grass and a few dead trees could

be observed in the horizon. However, something was not right… The grass was grey

and the trees were leaf-less. The soil was black, visible only because of the insufficient

white light emitted from the sky above. Furthermore, it was silent. There was no wind

either.

“Where am I?” said the boy out loud, as he managed to get up, despite the terrible

aching. This was definitely not a place he had been to before. Somehow, though, this

place seemed familiar.

The boy was dazed. He could not remember anything regarding who he was, or how

he got here. He sat down again, waiting for his memories to come back to him. Sadly,

nothing of the sort happened, allowing the boy to remain discombobulated. It started

to get colder and the boy shivered. Seeing no other option, the boy got up and started to walk towards the dark forest, which seemed welcoming as they gave the boy hope

of shelter.

The pain had subsided as the boy continued to walk towards the dead trees. The light

from the sky began to get dimmer.

Then all of a sudden a man appeared before him. For some reason he looked same

like him.

“Who are you?” asked the boy, shivering out of fright.

“I am a part of u” he replied.

Unable to comprehend anything, the boy shook his head. “I don’t understand,” he

said.

The figure sat down, indicating to the boy to do the same. The figure introduced

himself as “Tristis”. As the boy asked him to explain everything, he began to speak in

an echoing voice.

“This is your world. A world that resides in your heart. It reflects on your personality;

lonely, sad, dark and silent,” he said. The boy continued to listen, slowly digesting this information. “You are neither alive nor dead,” continued Tristis “Rather, you are

somewhere in between. Your current state allows you to visit and explore your world

subconsciously. Here, you will find various memories leading to the present.

Everything you see here has either happened to you in your life, or was pondered

upon by you, allowing it to sync with this world and gain form. As you progress

through this world, you will regain pieces of yourself. You will begin to remember all

that you have forgotten. And depending on your actions, you will either end up in

the world of the living, or the world of the dead.”

The boy continued to shiver. He was just twelve. How was he supposed to approach

this?

Tristis stood up, having finished his explanation. “When you will require more

information, I will appear,” he said “Now go into the forest… your earliest memories

await.”

With that, he began to fade.

The boy tried to assimilate what he had just heard. He lay in the grey grass, until the

cold began to worsen, forcing the boy to resume his search for shelter. Surely, he

could see smoke rousing from the woods. This smoke seemed to rise from a chimney. The boy hurried in order to prevent himself from turning into ice. The cold was

terrible, and snow was inevitable. Rubbing his arms along the way, the boy ran

towards the origin of the smoke. As he made his way through, he noticed several

things littering the ground. However, he was in too much of a hurry to observe them.

The light from the sky began to fade and darkness began to consume all there was to

consume. The boy kept running. He had to get to the house with the chimney. He

had to stay in the light. Obviously, he would be too frightened to stay outside in a

desolate place.

Moreover, who knew what creatures lay waiting? After all, Tristis had talked about

how some things that the boy had thought of, would materialize in this world. So,

how could a twelve-year old not have thought about snakes and other fiends?

Beyond doubt, a dim yellow light could be seen ahead.

Maybe it was from the house? Could he be nearing it? Yes. There it was, just within

his reach. The boy finally reached the origin point of the smoke. It was a cottage, a

very old one. Candlelight was being emitted from the windows, giving the cottage a

very warm feel. It was still completely silent, and the boy presumed that the cottage was empty. He

stood there for a moment, just observing the cottage. It brought about a certain

feeling of nostalgia and the boy tried to remember its significance.

The cottage was grey and black, as everything else in this world, but the boy recalled

its walls being brown. The door had a small brass knocker and the windows were

square, half of them covered by curtains.

Suddenly, the boy remembered. This was the cottage he had been raised in as a child.

This cottage belonged to his grandmother. She had been dead for 8 years.