The young man laughed out loud, commenting, "Hahaha… even the Mayans could defeat the Persians if their commander is a disaster". With a sense of satisfaction, he concluded his game of Age of Empires and reflected, "Nothing better than playing a strategy game on a Monday morning".
After closing the game, he began packing his backpack and headed off to college. He was immersed in a career he wasn't passionate about, and like many others around the world, he feared that his future would be limited to a job he didn't want. However, he understood that this was life; he had to grow up, study, and aspire to something more than being a simple worker, to start a family, and perhaps, in time, achieve goals that seemed out of reach.
But fate had something in store for him that he couldn't escape.
Years later.
"It's incredible, I don't even have time to play now. I should have chosen another career instead of finishing this pointless assignment", the young man complained, frustrated by the extra hours he'd been forced to work. "Besides, my stomach pain has gotten worse and worse", he muttered as he rode the subway car. "Being sick is the last thing I needed to make my situation worse", he thought, feeling a faint fear creeping in.
Dub, dub.
Suddenly, the pain intensified, sweat began to trickle down his back, and his face became covered in a pale layer of perspiration. His hands sought comfort by massaging his stomach, but the discomfort persisted.
Dub, dub.
Fighting the pain, he tried to take out his cell phone to call emergency services, but the suffering prevented him from acting clearly, and he ended up dropping the device to the floor.
Dub, dub.
"I don't think I'm going to die here", he thought before fainting.
Sometime later.
Dub, dub… Dub, dub, dub.
"The rhythm is different from what I remember", the young man reflected upon regaining consciousness. But he quickly realized that it wasn't a heartbeat. "What the hell am I seeing?!", he exclaimed in alarm as he opened his eyes.
In front of him was a group of brown-skinned giants staring at him in disbelief. They wore clothes he had never seen before and wore gold ornaments in their hair and on their clothes.
"They're not giants, it's me who's small", he thought in panic, noticing a small hand moving from his body. It didn't take a genius to understand that he was inside a body that wasn't his own.
"Have I been reborn?", he wondered, lost in confusion.
A few years later.
"Son of Heaven, Ahuizotl's envoy has expressed his acceptance of the deal, but requires that we provide him with more liquor than we had originally agreed upon", reported a priest standing next to the Son of Heaven.
"Fine, there's no problem with that agreement. However, you must pay an additional fifty percent for the remaining product", replied the young man known as the Son of Heaven.
"As you see fit", the priest replied respectfully.
"It seems that time is running out before the Europeans arrive", the young man reflected, feeling a slight unease. "I hope we are ready", he added with a hint of anxiety.
A couple of years passed.
"So, Don Cristoforo Colombo, to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit to my lands?", a young man said to the man dressed in splendid armor who had landed on the islands. In the distance, three ships with white sails could be seen, and on the shore, a pair of landing boats.
"It's amazing that he can understand our language", the man commented, amazed by the skills of the first local he had encountered on this long and arduous journey.
"It's hard to say that his language closely resembles a language of the future, or perhaps it does?", the young man thought, observing the reaction of the man who, in another world, would be the discoverer of America.
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[A/N: CHAPTER COMPLETED
Hello to all the readers of this new novel.
I hope you enjoyed.
The prologue was just to give a general idea of the story.
The next chapter will be published soon.
Read my other novel called The Walking Dead: Vision of the Future.
You can find it on my profile.]