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</div><br/>Tragedy, it was the best word to describe what had happened. Other words were used of course, horrific, shitty, and fucked up to name a few. It had only been three days since the tragic events had occured, and still the wounds were deep, the hurt was real. David Marsh wanted nothing more then to see his wife one more time, to talk to her, hold her hand, kiss her goodnight. Alas it was not meant to be.<br/><br/>As the fates would have it, three nights prior a burglar broke into their house and shot both him and his wife while they slept. David's wounds were not fatal, his wife's on the other hand were. Still he had lost a significant amount of blood and shrapnel from the three bullets had to be extracted from his right shoulder, left bicep, and left side. The atmosphere in the hospital had been solemn, sure the nurses did their best to cheer him up, but he knew it was because they felt sorry for him and nothing more. At twenty five years old the six foot two hundred five pound brick of a man had plenty going for him, it was just a matter of time.<br/><br/>Finally it was time to check out of the hospital, freedom would be his, and as he jumped in his green Ford Explorer he let out a sigh of relief. July in Oregon was always hot, but the air conditioner cooled the car off effeciently and quickly. David sped off toward his house only to find bright yellow tape. The conversation with an officer was helpful, and not at the same time. He was told he would have to spend the night somewhere else while the police continued their investigation. Of course David didn't really want to spend the night in his house, not after what had happened. There were haunting memories there, and he was internally grateful that he was forced out.<br/><br/>Once he had made arrangements with the officer who would text him when his house would be ready, and they brought him out a weeks worth of clothes. David was well off financially, and so money was not an issue in life, they had rented a cabin at Lake Creek Lodge in the past, so that is where David called, made an impromptu reservation and took off. He had no idea it would be his last night in his hometown, had no odea that his days were numbered on Earth.<br/><br/>The drive had been hard enough, but David managed to overcome the plethora of emotions that were plaguing him, most noteably sadness, and it was only natural that he should be sad. Check in had been swift, he had a cabin on the end, and he would be slightly more isolated from the other cabins. Meals were provided which was a good thing since he had failed to go shopping, nor had he been able to get any food from his house.<br/><br/>The majority of the rest of the first day was spent putting clothes away and moping around by the lake reminicing of past memories. Tears flowed from his eyes most of the day, and when dinner rolled around his eyes were red and puffy from the amount he had done. No one who saw him said anything, they let him be, it wasn't like his recent tragedy had been a secret. Quite the opposite it had been a highly publicisized affair, the degree of it shocking, the murders had been cold and brutal, five shots each and nothing stolen or missing meant that it had been a planned murder.<br/><br/>As afternoon gave way to evening and daylight was replaced by the orange and red sky of sunset David retired for the evening. He went to have a seat on the couch and found a book waiting for him, it was an odd occurance. A possible oversight by the cleaning staff, but still he picked it up, the Wizard like person on the front cover caught his attention. With the day mostly gone he saw no harm in reading the book that evening then bringing it to the front office for the last occupant to collect it.<br/><br/>As he opened the book he found the pages blank, all of them, not a single word was there. He turned back to the front page and as he stared the words suddenly started form:<br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">This is to be your story, your new story, in three days time I will come for you, three knocks at the door. Eldorath is in trouble and our world needs you David Marsh to save it.</span><br/><br/>David was royally confused, but blurted out loud, as if the book could hear him. "And how will I know who you are?" Almost as if on queue the book responded with more words on the page:<br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">I will be dressed in tan pants that flare out at the ends and my tunic will be vibrant pinks and purples.</span><br/><br/>David threw the book across the room, and for the remainder of the next few days ge forgot all about it. Someone had to be playing a prank on him. He hadn't paid careful attention to notice that the person on the front of the book bore a striking resemblence to himself. He thought nothing more of it until the morning of the third day. After his morning shower, when he had dressed in his gray cargo shorts, hiking sandals, and a plain white t-shirt that showed off his muscular frame well, there came three knocks at the door. "No way, not possible." He spoke quietly to himself as he headed toward the door.