1 PROLOGUE

Almost tree days. This was the time needed to Marcus start to believe in what was happening. In one moment he was prepared to know the truth about the after-life, in the other he was in a dark cave fighting to continue living.

It was a bright night. Not because of the moon, but for the city lights. There is no dark night in the downtown of a big city. Marcus was running. Not physically. He was running from his family. From their memories.

As a father Marcus had failed to protect his son, as a husband he has failed to stay by his wife. His family died in an accident. He and his wife had a discussion and she was going away. Away from him.

He would never forget that day, every detail ached in his mind, as it was marked with incandescent iron. It has been the worse day of his life. As he and his wife had a discussion as ever, that day she decided that that was her limit. She had take her things and their son's. They died on the way to the house of her mother.

It was his fault. His family have died from his fault. Now he was runing from them. The funeral was happening, her mother yelled and him, cried, blamed him for their deaths. As she was right, he didn't fought back. When she had no forces to yell anymore, she said to him to go. To never see his face again.

There has been 4 hours, and he was still running in the night. If he stopped he would have to think. He didn't wanted to think about his mistakes.

A thirty five years man. He didn't have ambitions, never felt worth of nothing big. He had a family, but never gave it the value it demanded. All he did was stay in his PC, work at the day, play Starcaft at night, and left his wife do everything. He didn't want it anymore.

Marcus had stopped running. Just in front of him was the heights of a bridge, with a running river at the end of his sight. Just one step to end his already over life.

"AAHHHHHH!"

He heard a scream. At the other side of the bridge a woman and a child were being followed by a group of man. The time at night wasn't a good time to be outside. The city was violent. Without thinking much, he run in their direction.

It was 3 mans. They didn't looked like they wanted to help a weak mother and his son at night. He put himself between the mans and the woman. She never stopped to see what was happening, just continued to run.

"Get out man!" The one that looked like their leader said. And Marcus acted like he didn't care.

"Well, if you won't get out, we will do it!" They came for him. He fought. Well, not exactly a fight, he was beaten. It was hard to think or do anything when one does not know how to fight and exhausted enough to run, but he tried. At some point he hitted someone. A kick on the leg, that made the leader fall to the ground.

The last thing that Marcus remembered was the distinguished shiny of a metal blade, a lot of blood, and everything started to feel cold and distant.

Then peace. Black, and the peace of nothingness.

[The gods have chose you, you have now a seccond chance. Prove your value.]