Prologue - Old Friends, New Enemies
It's been a It's been four years that I've been in prison, and I have just gotten out yesterday and an old friend has asked to see me,under what circumstances, I don't know. The message came in a red envelope, which is odd for him, for he was never one for importance.
When I got to the restaurant I hurriedly took my seat, as I was very eager to see my friend
after such a long time. But what I had gotten threw me off a cliff to say the least. A tall,
lanky man with a white goatee, and snaggletooth the size of your index finger walked up
and took his seat across from me.
"Excuse me sir." I said with a scowl "But that seat is reserved for a dear friend that I've not seen in years."
"Oh? Is that so?" He said with a smirk "Well, I don't see a name on it anywhere. And besides,
I AM a dear friend of yours. You just don't know the half of it yet" He said in a matter of
fact tone and an overly ecstatic smirk.
"Wait. What? What does that even mean?!" The dragon scar on my arm started glowing red, when it does that it means shit is about to hit the fan, but nobody seemed to notice. Nor ever notice for that matter... weird.
"Ah, and here is my turn to become confused. What, He didn't tell you? Oh well. I was
sent by your friend to... give you a second chance." He was dwelling on the last part with a diabolic
grin.
'I don't know whether or not I like this but all sources point to shenanigans. I'll play
along and see where this goes' I thought, and put on my best inquisitive smirk.
"So, what did you have in mind? A bribe, of sorts? Or are you planning on hiding me away
for the rest of my known life like the rest who offer me a second chance?
"Oh, but your known life is what I am hoping for you to wager! I can give you a new life,
as somebody entirely different." He pulled out a large, almost comically long scroll. "Just
sign here, here, here, here, oh don't forget an initial, HERE!”
'This scroll is mostly composed of squiggles and his requests were bizarre, but none the
less. I signed the squiggle-contract in all of the places the man pointed out.’
"OH GOODIE! Now off you go" He squealed as he pulled a sledge hammer out of nowhere, then
proceeded to knock me unconscious… or kill me. After having this happen to me about 2 times already, I could never know when the next time would give me serious brain damage or mess up my lifeline.
Authors note: Feel free to leave criticism comments, as this is my first story and I
would like to improve it in any way I can.