Midnight .. That moment when the darkness reaches its climax .. Humans tend to notice the moment of midday easily; Where the sun rays are perpendicular to their heads , so it shines with its light and burns with its heat .. But what about midnight?! .. Who can notice that moment, and distinguish between the different shades of darkness?! .. You will not find anyone capable of this except those who are always in the dark .. Those who live inside it in the folds of oblivion .. We will not exaggerate if we call them (the forgotten in the earth) .. And if you ask one of those forgotten about his relationship to darkness; His answer would be:

  "Even I always wonder about the nature of this relationship .. Perhaps I live in the dark, for darkness is my home! .. Or maybe it is the darkness that lives inside me, for I am its home!"

  Our friend here is one of those forgotten in the distant darkness, perhaps he is even the best living example of that...

  An old man - the earth has revolved around the sun seventy-three times since he was born on its surface - is lying on his bed in his bedroom in his large palace, struggling with death alone. The loud sound of the movement of the hands of the wall clock was proving how empty this large palace was and devoid of any human movement. It was not the noise of the clock that disturbed the poor man lying on his bed; Rather, the fact that he senses those clock hands as if they were screaming at him sarcastically every second: "You are alone .. completely isolated .. Your heart is like that palace; very big but empty .. No one is here for you, and no one will even feel your death." .. Also in his dying eyes, those clock hands seemed like they were counting his last breathes in a descending order... as if they were rushing to bury his soul and end this story quickly ...

  Outside the palace , the streets were not as quiet as inside; All cities of Britain were abuzz with revolutions that came out in support of the new ideological movement after the people had had enough and their anger went out on the church priests - who had enslaved the people for centuries in the name of religion - just as lava fires exploded from the volcano ...

  Inside the palace, our friend didn't care much about all what is happening outside .. He is on the verge of death anyway.. After a long life full of memories, sometimes warm and sometimes dark, the end is near! And if we could read his thoughts, we would find them crashing into his head like the sea waves on the shores stones ..

  “I am Zero .. of course, this is not the name that my parents gave me;but what is the benefit from our names if they don't fit us!!

  That's why I chose zero for me .. cuz in the end I'm ...merely....Nothing...

  Is this really the end of me?! Am I going to die like this?! Will I really meet my God after death, as they say?! What am I going to tell him?! I always thought that if the moment of my death came, I would wish if I was an immortal person, but in fact I am happy to die now.. I no longer have anyone to stay for; And I don't want to experience the feeling of losing the ones I loved again... Maybe if... Maybe if I was stronger then; I could have protected them.. NO NO NO; I don't want feelings of regret to overwhelm me at my last moments.. I want a happy death...

  I truly believe that I have had enough from life and its experiences .. Life taught me that contentment in it will not be achieved by getting more of it .. Real happiness is the ability to see beauty and satisfaction in those simple little things that are dear to our hearts .. and if we give up Because of our desires that always covet more, we will be like those who are drinking from the water of a salty sea that neither benefits them nor stops their thirst...

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  However, I don’t understand why I feel that something inside of me still thinks that if he had a time machine he would go back and fix everything from the beginning…..aaaaa.. I don’t want any regretful thoughts now.. I need a happy death.”

  He tried to hold his head with his hands , perhaps his head would have mercy on him , so that those confused thoughts calm down a little.. Here he fell asleep and succumbed to sleep.. No one knows if this is his normal daily sleep or that this moment was the beginning of his eternal sleep!! ......

  Three o'clock am before the break of dawn.. those moments that are filled with stillness and inner peace .. even the air is very pure, perhaps because it does not carry the breathes of the hypocrites with it at this time of the night .. those moments that are filled with hope for the coming light soon, announcing the dawn of a new day Dispels the threads of darkness...

  But this night looked different .. Like a birthday party for a force of nature or maybe an annual festival held by the earth with the elements of life ...Torrents of rain are sent by the sky towards the earth, announcing the beginning of the party.. Thunder roars, singing on the tones of rain.. The bright lightning grabs the eyes as if it is trying to prove its prominent role as the star of the party tonight. Then the sky this time sends burning meteors everywhere in the sky as if they were its fireworks in that party.. Meanwhile, the wind blows as if it was the late guest who entered the party with passion to dance with the clouds in the sky, with the trees and with everything that meets it on the ground ..

  The windows of the palace could not endure long and soon opened wide before the whirlwind of the dancing wind.. The old man woke up suddenly in the midst of that festival that nature had set up to see butterflies of light flying in circles around a big book flying above his head.. The book looks very old yet its papers look solid,heavy, clean And new at the same time..

  Our old friend did not have time to wonder whether he was dead now and in the afterlife, or whether he had just woken up from his normal sleep like every day; Because instinctively he stretched out his hand to pick up the flying book.. The papers of the book were heavy and the words on its pages were blurred. Only the first page could be read in which the name of the book's author was clearly mentioned

  The name seemed familiar to Zero, even though he had never met anyone with this name all his life.. Once he pronounced the name with his tongue; The letters of the next page became prominent and no longer obscured .. At that moment, He immediately understood that the book interacts with him , and that as soon as he read a page, the next page would show its words .. He began to recite the book's words that seemed heavy and emanating from a majestic, mysterious character whose characteristics are difficult to judge.. Nice Or malicious.. sarcastic or serious.. sane or crazy.. white or black.. the writer's personality seemed from his words as if it was something and its opposite at the same time...

  Thus, our friend began to recite the first page of the book:

  “Hello, poor human.. you want to go back ?! .. are you unable to deceive yourself in trying to convince her that you feel at peace in your last moments?! .. is there a ravenous beast within you that keeps scratching the walls of your soul, striving to come out for revenge?! ..

  Ah, where are my manners!! Wahahaha.. Excuse my hurry; I forgot to introduce myself first.. ALUCARD .. a Necromancer, a dark mage , the author of that book, and also the only man who can help you .. Although you don't know me, I know you even better than you know yourself.. I know very well the feeling that hurts you from within and stirs up thoughts in your head. It is not regret, loneliness, nor fear.. It is helplessness!

  I can take you back in time to your loved ones, so that you may change what you failed in before, but only on one condition; To finish the stories in this book first.. a very simple condition, isn't it?! Oh, and the whole idea is that you will not finish it with your pen, but with your soul! .. and as soon as you read this page out loud the words of the next page will become clear .. This is the simple rule of my book .. Make this contract with me in your blood; Cut your finger a tiny cut and put your blood on the title of the book's first story, then Let's begin... Goodbye, helpless human and never forget, don't let me down, my dear.... I'll meet you again when you finish my first story (Emperor of The Three Kingdoms)... Go; LET THERE BE FUN!! ..WAHAHAHAA}