Abaddon.

The moment I passed the doors, I realized that it was that fragment of light that flickered as if different reflections of light passing through it continuously followed one another, my memories returned with such force in a brief instant that I felt my head burn, the sick time with that console, the instant food, the lack of company while doing paperwork, reading.

A more complete memory came from a route of Alba's son, the young Vlad, wearing white armor and golden, as a praetor and after that a tomb, few events changed that destiny, but more importantly the fact that that was not his destiny, although he did remember other important things from the different routes by having to avoid some or urge others to happen, in addition to the first tutorial missions that had emerged as memories of the character and his next destiny by having his name.

Calm came and the spirit I had was lost the moment I stepped inside, but I quickly remembered my role in the game and proceeded to put on a smile, even if it was fake, it was better than nothing and the line moved a little slowly, while I examined the memories better, there were a few events that could be carried out in the memories of the son of war and son of darkness route and triggers for them that belonged to each route in general, although many were humiliating.

"Just like the first game." I didn't think about it much longer; I wasn't in the mood anymore.

Time passed as I thought it would and when my turn came the question came.

“Young man of the House of Sol, what name has your illustrious family chosen?” He extended his hand in request of my pendant.

family.

I took off the collar and moved it forward in the process. I answered the question. “Abaddon,” I said decisively.

“Abaddon, hey?” The blacksmith arranged the letters the deacon had handed him, while a resounding blow struck him. printed on the gold part and passed it to the Deacon.

“Abaddon of the House of the Sun.” He moved the side of the name to the blue stone and then turned away again, leaving the necklace in the child's hands. "Leave with the blessing of Alba Abaddon of the House of the Sun." “Thank you, Deacon.” I went to the right side of the line toward the exit, determined to put an end to all the variables.

that there may be now that my authority was more or less defined.

Arriving outside, it was no surprise to see that the servants were the first to welcome me, not

It took me a long time to get home in the carriage and after arriving I headed to the graves, a last respect to the life of young Vlad, while I noticed the last cleaning still formed, the shine and the little humidity of the water were still present and I took some flowers before sitting in front of the grave of who should be my mother in this life.

“Thank you for everything so far, and I apologize for what I'm going to do to your house.” A quick prayer, ten minutes of pray in silence.

I left there heading to the merchant's caravan, it was no surprise that no one was there and with that the excuse perfect for finding a new trusted dealer, but first I had to get rid of a couple of problems inside.

"The Future Master of the White Guard Cloak and after that the slave trade." Walk with a little

Out of caution, now that I had less trouble remembering, I stopped trying and began to wonder how many of my memories were scattered, or when they would surface. “It’s a good thing I asked for money before leaving.”

It didn't take long to reach the entrance of the kingdom and just in time as he saw that he was in his inspection, no I interrupted their talk or scolding as I saw it, but I did not remain idle either, while I secretly listened to them scolding and after a while when it finally ended, I approached.

“Alba greets you in the middle of your journey, follower of the cloak.” I greeted you simply, in front of everyone's eyes, we were

fairly equal in rank as it is a Theocracy.

“Young Abaddon, what brings you here?” He didn’t take long to look outside and like any novice in the rules, as he was just a grown-up, he followed the routine, forgetting the child's social standing. "If it's to go out, I hope he has the proper permission."

“It’s not about that, I’m afraid I’ve received an omen that I wish to share with you, follower of the cloak.”

“With me, please follow me, and I’m curious.” He couldn’t help but seek some privacy while waiting for the information was good and at the same time aware of being a guide for the boy. “Why don’t I inform the Saint, so she could inform me?”

I grabbed my chin as I hesitated and stopped in my tracks. “I didn’t know I was supposed to inform you first.” I noticed clearly.

concealed joy that stopped disguising itself a little.

"It is not exactly a rule, since it must be made official by the voice of the Saint."

“If it’s not a rule, then I don’t see a problem with mentioning it.”

“This way.” I point to the stairs and walk even faster, as we reach what anyone would

I would nominate him as the lookout post, and with it, some manners as I set down the jar of juice. “It’s the best we have around here; it’s made from apple.” I calmly brought the jar to the table. “So what omen has Abaddon come to you?”

“Chaos, destruction, and you in a white cloak.” My attention went to the road outside as I remembered a little.

more than the first two rounds at the entrance.

“Do you think the event will be fatal?”

“No, it is rather what I see that could happen, you exalted one and the brief vision that I saw, a white cloak, is confusing and since you are the one in the vision, I was hoping you could clarify it for me.” I couldn’t help but notice him looking at me in amazement, while tilting his head.

He understood my confusion easily and after a while of clearing his throat with the drink, leaving the jar empty. I continue to put it aside and clasp my hands together.

“Young man, this is serious, first your prediction that it is coming.”

“Well, to start with, the merchant no longer appeared and the birds that used to be in his stall also left,

They weren’t near the walls or around here and…” I looked to the side to make sure and as I expected they weren’t there either. “The dawn journey is eclipsed and the birds haven’t appeared either, I’m half sure something bad will happen.”

“I will immediately inform the current Master of the cloak, know that if you are right, you will not only earn my respect, also that of the current master of the cloak.”

“I wish you and the Master of the Cloak good fortune. I will go inform the Saint for now.”

“No need, I'll send a messenger, that will make it arrive faster, rest young man, I heard that after These omens are usually tired.”

"No wonder I feel sleepy." And I wasn't kidding, but if he was trying to connect the dots like that, I wasn't going to complain. “With your permission, I’ll leave then.”

“Aren’t you going to drink it?” I gesture at the drink with my eyes.

“I apologize, I don't feel like eating anything, to be honest.” I tried to raise my hand, while I felt the dream to increase in power.

“If you don’t mind.” I raised the mug, smelling the freshness of the drink.

"Forward".

I didn't think about it much longer, I had to get home and it wasn't until that moment that I realized how much

difference there was between the past and the present, "Why do I feel like I'm forgetting something?"