UnNamed Chapter One

Chapter One

Neste*: Hey, little superhero. What mess you got yourself in?

present self: Stop calling me a hero. and quit it with the messiness. 

                    you kno what I want. 

Neste*: I called you super.

           but that's beside the point right? So, selfish. 

            No hello, how are you. 

            We've been doing this for infinite amount of times now. 

present self: fuck off? Like, I got to get back and you talking smack ain't gon get us anywhere. 

Neste: That's where you're wrong. You are very much needed here. 

present self: ugh, saying you need this, they need that. 

                    in fact, I am tired of all that. Forreal,

                    where's my gifts of prestige and langs of 

                    milks? silks, and jewels?

* : You, know, that is not what you want. 

present self bends the table and grabs neste from the collar<---

present self: Then what the fuck you think I want 

                    hm? You do not know me. 

* : Oh, little one, you don't know yourself

* : Come into my mouth and you'll find. 

      aren't there no

      mentors you'll

      find?

present self: This again! this is frustrating!

 

--->Now that the prologue is getting wearisome. let's make sense of this....

Neste is the future self that is interacting with present self. 

present self is living. 

 "living means..."

present self

-->does not know what living means. 

This is a story that depicts what "I" , "YOU", 

"Me", "We", means. 

--->looking forward to scant uncertainty.   

handsome knight took a flight down the stairs. "No way you'll 

make it this time!" -->

Sir Allister Thronet taunted. "Watch me"

was his response. And then he jumped over the loser and hopped to the finish line. 

"Smack" on the refree's hand, 

Neste sound the deciding whistle. 

"Oop! handsome knight won!"

Rawrs of laughters sound and Thronet dropped his relay bottle and stupzed. and laughed. 

"Man, I ain't play this in a minute!" 

his laughed stopped the laughter. "Sorry man, that is 

Neste pats him in the shoulder and ruffles his hair. "It's alright the guy's a beast. No 

one can stop him". 

Oh, handsome knight is frozen in space.

Neste and Thronet realized and then pat's his shoulder 

affirming him.