He hasn't had the best life, in fact, some would argue that his life couldn't have been worse, but there's still hope, even for a nihilist. As when an expedition to colonize the moon quickly turns into a disaster, he is swallowed whole by an anomaly and spat out somewhere completely different. Here one can conjure flames with words and summon thunderclouds with a shout, but it's not all fantasia and ecstasy. The world seemed peaceful enough, but as he learns more and more. He realizes everything he sees is a facade, and what's truly underneath is a civilization built on blood and war. In fact, the whole world is in a state of war, fueling the coming of Ragnarök.
My alarm echoed as the sun shone through the large glass windows into my half closed eyes, something I had missed among gothic hallways and imitated windows. I rolled off the white sheets and sat on the bed's edge. I had school in a few hours, but before that, I'd do what I'd decided to do. I drew on some sports gear and brushed my teeth only eating the equivalent of a banana.
Attaching a bottle of water to my waist I was ready, the only thing left was my "keys" which I slipped into my pocket. Opening the doors, I didn't look back, I just closed it behind me and went on my way. I began at my house and from there I didn't slow down, not even a break. I was basically sprinting, yet I wasn't even tired, my body, felt different.
I continued my strides passing the university on my way, I didn't look over there, I had no reason to, I'd be there soon enough. I'd have to go through enough on the clock, I wouldn't expose myself to that in my free time.