blueteamnovel Chapter 1: Prologue
Chapter 1: Prologue
Chapter 1: Prologue
As the clock struck midnight, he stood on the top of the six-story building, his silhouette stark against the pale glow of the moon. The wind whispered softly, tugging at his disheveled hair and loose clothing, as if trying to dissuade him. His dull black eyes scanned the empty streets below, glimmering with a quiet desolation that seemed to reflect the lifeless cityscape. A weary sigh escaped his lips, heavy with the weight of countless memories.
He tilted his head back, gazing at the starless sky. The air was cool, almost soothing, but it did little to calm the storm raging within. Closing his eyes, he let his mind drift for a moment longer before taking a step forward.
Without hesitation, he stepped off the edge.
The wind roared in his ears as he plummeted, his body cutting through the night like a fallen star. The world blurred around him, but his thoughts were crystal clear. Fragments of his life flickered before his eyes, a kaleidoscope of memories painted in hues of pain, betrayal, and regret. Each one tugged at his heart, a vivid tapestry of the path that had led him to this moment.
He was born into a second-generation wealthy family, but that privilege came with a cruel twist. He wasn't the legitimate son of his father. No, he was the bastard child his father had with the maid, his mother, who died giving birth to me.
From the moment he could understand, his stepmother made sure he knew what he was, an unwanted stain on her perfect family. His step-siblings followed her lead, their hatred cutting deeper with every taunt, every shove, every sneer. At school, things weren't much different. The relentless bullying chipped away at what little self-worth I had left. Every day felt like a battle, and I was always on the losing side.
The only place he found solace was in Dawn of Light, a medieval-fantasy game that offered endless scenarios to explore. Within its vast, immersive world, he could be anyone, do anything. It became his refuge, a sanctuary where the pain of reality couldn't reach him.
But life outside the game didn't let up.
And now, here he is. Falling.
The ground rushed toward him, a blur of concrete and shadow, but Edgar's mind was elsewhere. Each second stretched into an eternity, replaying every mistake, every heartbreak, every betrayal that had brought him to this point.
/Thud/
Then, with a sickening thud, it was over.
The world went silent, save for the faint echo of impact that rippled through the empty streets. His broken body lay crumpled on the cold, hard pavement, motionless under the pale glow of the streetlights. Blood pooled beneath him, glistening darkly in the moonlight.
With that fall, Edgar Neal ceased to be. A man consumed by a life too heavy to bear, by a pain that had eroded him piece by piece until there was nothing left.
The city remained indifferent. Cars passed in the distance, their headlights cutting through the darkness. The wind carried on, unbothered, as if to sweep away the last whispers of his existence.
And even in death, the world continued on, unmoved by the end of one man's tragic story.