Chapter 1

     It was 2am when Henry just woke up concerned about something. He just had a dream whichlike ever, he has had every night since he was 18. It was his 25th birthday’s Eve and this time he felt something different. In his dream he used to be in a prison with golden bars, he was trying to escape from it but every single try was useless. Each time, a beautiful young woman – around 25 – with a white dress and a black crown came to free him from his chains and it turned out to be the queen of the castle who imprisoned him. She gave him a ring but he never had enough time to put it on his finger and woke up just before each time. This time, things did not happen the same ; Henry was still in a jail but the bars were gone. The woman appeared in front of him with a dagger in her left hand. She introduced herself and Henry learned her name was Allibel and she was the Queen of a Kingdom named Valhalla, Kingdom of dead Knights and the descendant of the cursed Queens. He also learned that he got imprisoned for one single reason but not the least: He was the threat of the Kingdom,the one called by the curse to defeat the Queen and all her descendants in order to be the King. As the Queen finished to explain all the details of their link they had to each other, she swept on him brandishing her dagger, Henry, seized with fear, just could not move and, with an instinctive reflex, closed his eyes…

June 2012 :

“That’s all for tonight buddy.” I told Elwyn, my 13-year-old boy, “daddy’s tired and I bet you too, it’s time to sleep right now or you won’t be able to go to school, remember, the place you always loved” “But Dads, I want to know what’s happening next, is he dead ? is he alive ? I won’t be able to sleep now” I could see through his eyes his frustration and his curiosity, he was just like me when I was his age.

December 2013 : 

My name is Evan Laifsieker, I was 36 years old the last time I saw my son, It is now my 38th birthday and I’m laying down on the ground, a bullet in my chest, blood all around me, biding the time my eyes will close forever...

Chapter 2

June 2012 :

I came back to my room, thinking about the story I just read my son. I knew the sequel ,even the end of it. Well, I had to admit that I was the best person to know everything about the story because I was his creator. I had been a writer for 13 years now, and – please don’t think I am showy- but I was quite popular in my city, Chicago, Illinois. I lived in Chicago since 1999 when my son was born and my wife died. She gave birth as she gave her life. After this tragedy, I got away from it all and the only way I found was to write. I started to write poems but it was not strong enough to hold my sadness; rimes was that kind of limit I could not bear. So I wrote stories of all genres: gothic, detective, epic, tragic novels etc. My favorite genre is thriller, because since my wife died my whole life was a nightmare and I never saw the good in people except in my child, the reason for me to live. He was a great boy, he was my pride, I would have given him everything because I owed him everything. I decided to break all ties with my family, because there were only arrogant, despicable and hypocrite people. They always told me they did not like my wife but when she died, they came to her burial in order to show themselves, and to people to pity them. Anyway, I never really liked to talk about my family so I’ll stop here. I was laying in my bed reading my last work again and again, looking for every single imperfection in it. It was called the “Calamity Pain” and talked about a killer psychopath and his actions in an old 20’s Chicago. This psychopath made fun of his victims during a long period in order to finally kill them when they gave up their life. I would consider this work as my masterpiece because it dealt with the allegory of my sadness and, in the novel, the only one who succeeded in killing the psychopath was a father who could count on his son. My son helped me to fight my demons every day and this book was like a tribute to him. I lost the taste of Life he made me love what I hated.

I was dead on my feet and closed the book praying God to give me another day on Earth with my son. I began to sleep when I heard a muffled noise, it was maybe a squirrel on the window or something like that and I did not find it important to check it out. I could never imagine this pointless and unimportant decision would lead to such a conclusion …

Chapter 3

I woke up the following day at 10a.m, I missed the alarm clock and also a meeting with my publisher and my editor, Mr Adams and Mr Slywood. I had started working with them when I had ended writing “ Calamity Pain”, they really wanted to edit and publish this and proposed me the best offer so I accepted it. They had done a great job because thanks to them the book had become a bestseller in more than 20 countries around the world. I had to meet them because I decided to quit my job. I have earned enough money to live well with my son. I wanted to spend more time with him. I have sacrificed too much of my life to write my penitence, my sufferings and It turned out that it was it, I had to change my way of life, and finally live unless surviving.

Once I finally met them and announced them what I was thinking for times, they acted as expected. They were really concerned, and tried to dissuade me from my choice promising a lot of money coming soon. But I rejected their offer, my decision was made for a while and won’t change in anyways. As I left them, they told me I would regret it and I replied that there won’t be any regrets in the future, they glared at me and started laughing before they said that no one can live without any pain and regrets.

Chapter 4

On my way home I felt really weird, I was happy to announce the great news but a little part of my mind just could not get rid of what I was just told at the end of the meeting with Adams and Slywood. Anyway I tried to think to something else, to think about what would be the first thing I would do with my son, maybe a long trip during his holidays or maybe go and visit his grandparents even though I perfectly knew that he may have found it boring. Anyway, we would discuss about it when I’ll get back home, it was now 2p.m he must have been home at that time. As I parked in the alley I noticed something strange, something I did not notice this morning maybe because I was really late. 

The door of the garden behind the house was opened which should not be because neither me nor my son went there. I stepped into the back of the house and looked around me but nothing seemed to have changed, as I stepped back to my car I looked up to the house and noticed that my son’s window was wide opened, I perfectly knew my son and he was not used to letting the shutters opened because he was always on his computer playing video games or watching movies. I decided to get into the house and clear this up. As I entered in the entrance there was neither my boy’s coat nor his schoolbag or his shoes. I went upstairs and went to Elwyn’s room. What I saw seemed to come from a nightmare…