The Novel Has No Protagonist (Old)
I stared at the pills in my hand, contemplating whether or not to take them.
My life had been great until I turned 5. My parents had died a horrid death, and their murderer was never caught.
Without the protection they provided, I was a free target for the aggression of my highly competitive family. I was beaten and abused and made a servant for my cousins.
"Hah, why am I even hesitating?" I swallowed the pills in one fluid motion, all 10 of them, and laid back on my bed. My death would be a painless one where the Grim Reaper's embrace would welcome me, and I would accept it with open arms.
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I woke up to the sound of birds chirping, and the sunlight peeking out from my window.
"Wha- Why am I still alive?" My head was a mess, presumably from the pills, so I took a moment to sort myself out. What I found, however, was not a headache, no, it was memories.
Memories of a story, a story about a guy who rose to the top of the universe as the strongest. His name was Alexander Goldsmith.
There was only one problem with the memories —I was a Goldsmith, and there was no one by the name of Alexander.
"If this is true, then I'm sorry, but I'll be taking your place!" I saw an opportunity to change myself, to change my fate, so I took it with open arms.
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1500-2000 words a chapter.
Redone, will come out again as a new, better novel.
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forener · Fantasy
