Far From Home[Nacht x ???]

[NachtSternX]

Do you wish to throw away your life of despair for a never-ending nightmare? Because that is where most realizes their mistake... And there is no turning back.




"Wha- where am I?"




Did you believe the world you've traded for would better suite your desires? But everything isn't going to be what you've expected...




"I don't want to stay here... I- I want to go home!"




But... It is too late for you. Branded by the Dark Sign, you have been forever sealed into the forsaken time. As many others, you will be driven mad by the curse.




"I can't take it anymore! -sobbing- I want it all to be over!"




But it will never be over. Everything will repeat as you die, but not your memory. Tormented by Time and driven into insanity. There is no escape in this world...


...This, is your fate...




Inspired by the Souls series...

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[NachtSternX]

A man who grieved each day in self-pity of himself. A weak, poor-minded human that only knew of labor, loneliness, irresponsibility, and sloth. Leonart lived alone at a rental home, his fiance abandoning him, over the reason, he had lost his job. Absolutely no support was left. No source of income and no one willing to reach a hand, he falls into a deep depression. It was now an everyday month of drinking, smoking, television, and struggle to find anything to feast upon. Anything to keep his mind off the pain.


But an eviction notice was sent through the mail, and everything was to be vacated out by the next following week. Leonart was pushed to his limits. He couldn't bare to live on anymore. Into the dark basement in the darkest of night. Thunder streaking across the sky and heavy rain fall. In his hands, the last drink he would ever have. In the other hand, the hand that would end his life. Just at the very last sip, and the very center of his cigarette, was when he put the gun to his head. And to think it all had to end this way...


A laughing man came from the darker corners of the basement, and Leonart was stricken with fear.

"Not everything has to end like this, Leonart. All your sufferings could end if you sign this contract, and you will have anything you desire..."

All sounded too promising to believe, but this wasn't an ordinary man, for what would explain his entry into the house? How could he had slipped through without a notice. Neither would it explain his apparel. A mysterious robe of black with trimmed red, along with a mask design he had never seen. His name being known to this stranger had just confused Leonart even further, to where he couldn't help but give into temptation.

"...Where do I sign..."


"Oh... You don't need to sign... Just repeat after me... 'I, Leonart, grant the Dark permission to take my soul' "

And what a fool he was, to repeat after the man he had not met for five minutes. A dark figure grasps him from behind with two arms wrapped upon his chest, and one holding up his head. Out of shock Leonart struggled until he felt nails as sharp as razors cut through his flesh, and he had lost all consciousness.


And just like that, Leonart opened his eyes after a bucket of water poured on him. His head through extreme pain as he felt two people come to his support to his feet, leading him to the closest wall. From what he could make out from the others, they were not pleasant words.

"Another undead... I suppose he's no different..."

"He spoke to that man, hasn't he... He never fails to lure in the gullible..."


"They are both, doomed here, in this forsaken land, forever..."

There he was, in a whole new land. When he lift his head, the entire image was distorted. It had taken a moment until his vision came back. And to see that, everything was not as it was. There were no buildings, but small huts and houses made of wood and bricks, as similar to the medieval ages. And that was when he realized, he had fallen into a very early world. He suddenly blacked out again, feeling himself fall to the floor was the last thing he had felt.


Leonart had fallen into the land of Pallas, a forsaken land that is bound by the Dark curse, where many kingdoms had risen and fallen. It has had many names that were now unknown to the people. In this world, there is no certain death. For each time you die, another day that passes by, will repeat itself. The days will test you as many times as you die, to see if you would be driven mad and become as one of these undead dreadlings that wander around, killing anything in its path. But Leonart was not the only one that had fell for this trap. The very recent was a woman from what would be a year back. She was the only one to keep record of her time in this dimension. A skilled knightress that had learned the culture of the people, and overcome challenges and obstacles. But as being a modern time human as Leonart, she had not already lost hope as the rest has. After her year of training and perfecting her expertise, it was time she had taken a new would-be warrior under her wings.
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