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Just started it today... hope you all like. It's just the Prologue though.

Prologue

There was no reason to go on. He had failed. Failed everything. His friends. His family. He had failed them all, and he hated it. He hated the fact that he had been so weak, so… vulnerable… that he could not face what he had to face and win. What was worse was that he knew that his family and friends were disappointed in him, even if they said it didn’t matter if he hadn’t won. He knew they were lying. He knew that in their hearts, they hated him. Hated how he looked, talked, and acted. They hated the fact that he had failed them all.

He hadn’t meant to fail them though. He hadn’t meant to make his little sister cry, even though she said she didn’t mind that he had lost, that there was always next time… Next time. How dumb could some people be? There was never a “next time”, there was only now, and this moment. The “next time” business only gave people false hopes, false dreams in being able to achieve something so perfect, something so brilliant, that everyone loved and praised you for it. But no, there was no “next time” for him. No false ray of hope he was going to reach out and grab and hold onto, for it would just fly away after the “next time” came and went.

Of course, he could always try and follow his own dream, his own path. He could put away the dream his friends and family had wanted him to follow. The dream he kept on failing at, for it was not his own. But no. He’d never be allowed to follow his own dream. His parents and sister would laugh at him if he even tried. His friends would point, and snigger at him, whisper some nameless phrases about him that would make them dissolve into fits of giggles. Him?! A singer?! A writer?! A painter?! And god forbid; an actor?! Surely not! Not the son of David Alexander de Michel the third! No son of his would waste such talent on something as trivial as that! He was to be a doctor, or a lawyer, or at the very least, a well paid physician. The son of David Alexander de Michel the third must always have the best!

And yet, he failed. He didn’t become a doctor. He didn’t become a lawyer. He didn’t become a well paid physician. Oh, his grades were good enough, but his heart wasn’t in it. And so he failed. He got kicked out of his courses before even half a year was over. He went to the five of the finest universities, one after another, and he had been kicked out of all of them. Well… he had just been kicked out of his fifth one now. That’s why he had failed. That was why his family and friends were disappointed, even though they said they weren’t. That was why his little sister had said there was always “next time”, while she had tears in her baby blue eyes.

Alexis Arishka de Michel was a failure.

And in his mind he always would be if he kept on pursuing dreams others had laid down before him. He never said this aloud though. He didn’t want to see his sister cry anymore. He didn’t want to hear his mother say, “oh David! What are we going to do with him? He’s been kicked out of university for the fifth time!” when she thought he wasn’t listening. Only his friends kept their mouths shut when he was around. But who knew what they said about him once he was out of ear shot. He couldn’t live like this any more… he had to leave. He had to get away from it all.

But where would he go?

What would he do?

Money wasn’t a problem. He’d just go down to the bank and transfer it over to a different bank just when he had arrived in the new town and/or city. He had that part worked out as soon as he knew he was going to leave. He now just had to think of where to go. Almost everyone knew him in this town, which was almost big enough to be called a city. So staying in town wasn’t an option. But then where could he go? He hadn’t really travelled anywhere before. In fact, he couldn’t really say that he had left his home town once, except for his short term stay at four different universities in surrounding towns, which were all less then three kilometres away. So he knew next to nothing about the world outside of the town he lived in.

And so he studied. In secret of course. If his parents, friends or sister found out what he was planning to do, they’d put a stop to it. His parents would even go as far as locking him in his room until he came to his senses. So telling someone was completely out of the question. So he studied at night by torch light under his sheets, while during the day he was the Alexis everyone expected him to be. And after two weeks of living a double life, where at night he studied names of towns and cities, their customs, the type of people that lived there, and by day was a happy, care free, man, he finally chose a place that would become his new home.

The city Atlantis.

It was the perfect place. There were writers, poets, singers, artists, every kind of person he wanted to be, lived, or had once lived, in this city. Of course it had its fair shear of lawyers, doctors and physician, but he didn’t care about them. This was a city where he could try and achieve some of his own dreams after all.

Another week had past when he was ready to set his plan in motion. He had already brought plane tickets, booked a taxi to take him to the air-port; he had even phoned a head and booked a hotel room in advance. He even had a map to show him his way around Atlantis once he got there. So with everything ready in advance, he slipped away in the quiet of the night. He didn’t say good-bye to anyone. In fact, he didn’t even leave a note. He just had to grab his bag he had packed the night before and leave the house, get into the taxi, which was waiting for him a few houses down, and he was on his way to the air-port. Once there, he boarded his flight, waited a few minutes until the plane took to the air before he looked out his window and watched the town disappear below him.

He was free. After 20 years he was finally free of a family who, in away, had held him as a prisoner in the family home. He was finally free of having friends who thought that he was the best in the world because that was what their parents had taught them to believe. But he was almost certain that they had probably laughed behind his back when he had failed, and because he was different.

He was free of it all. Finally free to be himself.


(Note: What I have of chapter one is the second post on page two, I hope you like it. ^_^)

oooh quite nice, you still have the talent wendy -bows befor the mightiness-
maybe ill post the prolouge of my new stopry here when i get it done,

redface I'm not really all that mighty sweatdrop redface but I'm glad you like it.

Is anyone else going to be nice and R&R (Read and review) I'll love you if you do. 3nodding

*Pouts* Okay, okay... I'll try not to... But it doesn't stop me from believeing that my work is never perfect...

Looks really interesting, I'll read it if you post more...

Niet, I already have read the prologue. What I mean is if you post the 1st chapter I will read it, because I find the story very interesting smile

Ladies and getelmen... I could help myself... this is a small extract from Chapeter one... and well... Everyone... please meet Alexis Arishka de Michel.


Sighing softly, Alexis stopped walking and gazed at himself in a shop window. Weary, emerald green, eyes stared back at him, unblinkingly, full of concern mixed with wonder, betraying exactly as he felt. His coppery colour hair, fell to his shoulders in gently waves, and framed a shaven love heart shaped face for a few seconds before gently being picked up and blown about in a gently breeze. His skin was milky white, and contrasted well with the dark clothing he wore, while blending together quite nicely with his pale pink lips, which just seemed to scream, kiss me. He was tall, about six foot seven, and he was of a slender build, though very strong despite this. He was just your average Jo Blow, who people would rarely take a second glance at unless they were interested with what they saw.


Coments are always welcome. ^_^