Chapter 1: Betrayal and Betrayal
"He’s dead! The king is dead!"
A female voice echoed around Elio Stardret, forcing him out of his sleep.
’How am I still alive?’ he wondered.
The pain of bullets piercing through his chest as his big brother pulled the trigger again and again laughing like a maniac washed over him, prompting him to jerk upright and check his chest.
’No wounds? How in the hell is this even possible? And what kind of outfit is this?’
He was wrapped in somewhat of a clown outfit, and nothing around him resembled anything from real life, let alone familiar.
The enormous bed in the middle of a huge room that looked like it was built to be a cathedral brought to his mind images of the rooms of kings and queens from his favorite fantasy shows.
’Am I hallucinating or something? Could this be the afterlife?’
Elio scanned the room for the female who had been shouting. Perhaps she could answer his questions and explain to him what was going on. For some reason, she was nowhere to be seen.
This confused Elio even more. ’Where’s she? How am I supposed to know what’s going on?’
Elio recalled the events leading to his death, searching for a clue.