Returning to the familiar factory, I breathed a sigh of relief.
they left me
As I imagined, he used me for his purpose and left me to my own devices.
They even wanted to use me again.
But I didn't think that this would create the hero's sword.
I thought it was something more incredible but...
In the end I concentrated on my way to escape
I put my pieces together, watch that skeleton crumble.
What a pity.
Although I feel relieved.
Now that I'm here I can rest easy.
Heh, someone escaped again.
I wish you luck.
Your life can be exciting or desperate.
Maybe it's a game for some boring god.
And I move slowly.
Seeing those souls turn into a disembodied cloud and be sent to the different worlds, I watched in awe.
Ignoring those who begged for help or those who prayed for their ancient gods.
I am beyond that stage.
I already lived a new life.
I'm already satisfied
Go back to being ordinary or being a little special sometimes.
But I met people or beings who made me see how incredible life is and how weak and insignificant I am.
I was never the protagonist of the story, nor the invincible villain.
I was not the nobleman who would change country or the sword that would accompany the hero.
Just a passerby on his travels or a small supporting character who didn't last long.
The queue gets shorter and shorter and another one manages to escape in the same way.
How naive.
I looked down at my body and saw the familiar bloodstain.
I smiled a little.
Die avoiding an assault?
I just didn't want to lose my phone.
My job was there and I didn't want to have to do it for another 3 months.
It would be a waste of time.
But now I am here.
Waiting in line.
There are no more adventures, no gods, no heroes or villains.
Seeing the machine in front of me scanning me and starting to erase my body I was relieved.
I look forward to the next time... Be someone lucky.
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When I opened my eyes I woke up scared.
What was that strange dream?
Fantasy worlds, incredible or terrifying creatures, a tired young man.
I got out of bed and looked for my mom.
It was another nightmare.
She hugged me and the memories of that dream disappeared again.
She sang to me cheerfully and softly.
And I fell asleep.
At dawn I got up and sat obediently in my little chair.
I drank my milk and ate my cereal while watching the news with my somewhat tired father.
He smiled at me and stroked my hair and then left for work.
When everything was ready, my mother took me to the nursery and left me with my teacher.
I wave my hand happily and look for my friends.
I tried to remember that story in my dream but it was impossible.
Although I am only 4 years old, I know that this dream is not normal.
But I always remember it in parts.
At the time of painting, I drew the big blue dragon that I had dreamed of for a long time but it was not the same.
Although everyone really liked the drawing.
After creating that lazy wolf with my clay, I gave it to my friend Karla, who is close to me.
And as always she smiled at me.
That made me very happy.
After taking a nap and waiting for my mom, I kept doodling on my piece of paper with my crayons.
According to memory, that strange circle was like this.
After finishing the last stroke I put it together with the other drawings and put them in my backpack.
Dad once said that my drawings were very interesting and he brought some to his work.
Since then I have to do more and now he looks very tired.
When my mom arrived, she was not alone.
Dad's friend was next to her and they both had serious looks but when they saw me they smiled.
"Mom! Look at my drawings, today they gave me another star, you take it"
"Listen honey... He's a friend of dad's, they do very interesting things and your drawings help them a lot, can you tell mom where he saw those drawings?"
"I... dreamed them, why? Aren't we going home?"
After listening to me, that man's eyes became serious and then he waved goodbye.
In the car, mom told me about her day and I told her about mine.
But she always seemed somewhat worried.
Did I do something wrong?
