Chapter I: Lost man found means.
Late night dazzled with his wishes and hopes, drinking heavily to live in that moment or just to escape his mind telling him to drop it, it's not good for him. He has been indulging in his fantasies for too long, or at least they are fantasies now, a reality they were for him, in a slip of the mind he mentioned I loved her, focused he became aware of himself, thought the drink hasn't lost its effect on him. His reality he was focused on, she was standing on the royal plateau, preaching commoners on their mission to serve the royal family she rules, people say she killed her three brothers to get the crown for herself, they are just rumors answering himself.
Lost in the details of her, in the black leather costume sitting underneath her transparent dress, in another while he indulges himself with her confident assertive voice yet ruthless, her lips get him in tears he so long to kiss.
A goddess for him she was, and he worshiped her. The things he did for her could render a man down with its weight. His friends couldn't recognize him anymore, his family abandoned him knowing a little of what he did for her, killing an old man for the pleasure of the queen as he describes it. She captured all the emotions he had; he couldn't feel anything but her.
The bartender interrupts his thoughts kicking him out, saying he was blabbering nonsense and it got the customers annoyed, he found it difficult to stand and get out. Knowing none will help him," fuck you!" he said to the bartender, he got punched for it and thrown away with bruises he couldn't feel.
He was laid on the ground from the bunching and kicking crying and he was remembering how it all started on a night like this....
Walking in the deserted alley drunk and hopeless after he had asked the queen many times to give him a chance, going nowhere and wishing someone would take him out because he didn't have the courage to do it, in a sad tone he was singing but the homeless guy had another opinion about it throwing his shit on his head, saying fuck off with that annoying noise only then realized that homeless guy who was begging him to stop singing but he was too drunk to tell. The rotten shit made him sober up a bit to only raise his voice singing non-sense, to the screams of the homeless guy saying he wants to sleep and threatening of killing him and swearing by his aunt that he would do it, Drake turned to him and sung loudly in his face as he was trying to find his balance walking forward only to hit something it was warm in that cold night, a childish smile was on his face as he hugs it but in a moment of sobriety he takes a look to find that it was an angry man with some shit on his chest spilled from Drake's head. It's not my shit, it's this guy's shit he threw it at me I swear" Drake trying to defend himself from getting knocked out at the shouting of that ugly homeless guy encouraging him to do it he turned his head to him and said shut the fuck up or I will shut it for you then back to look at Drake as the silence took over the space, "The queen wants to see you" He said and A naΓ―ve smile on Drake's face rendered him child-like, with a thrill he followed the guy reaching the great palace of Drum city as he was gazing at the big Wooden door opens before him and as he enters the gate, a bag was put on his face with a firm grip on his arm guiding him through the palace.
He sensed a turbulent feeling of unease and fear that grappled his stomach for a moment and as he was moving downstairs hearing whispering of women he thought he was going to die and started to think of what he did to make the queen mad. His guide stopped and so did he, he sensed different movements around him followed by a moment of stillness and between being drunk and trying to realize things he thought he was dead and that he is in another world discovering it and trying to find what's there, only to break from this nightmare sleeping on the ground in a cold room that's underground, he tried to get out knocking on the solid steel door but to no avail...
After a while the door opened and two maids joined the room asking him to follow them and went out, Drake was sitting his back on the wall thinking of what to do and trying to find what was going on, he stood up and got out of the room only to see the maids have crossed half the seemingly endless passage and started running behind them, the maids stopped waiting for Drake arrival running in a limby way he walked as soon they stopped, why the queen chose him? one maid whispered to the other. He looked at their disgusted faces as he arrived, they close their noses with a scarf that's on their shoulders as part of their costumes, they told him to take a shower as it's expected to meet the queen that day and ran off after their announcement, Drake started daydreaming about meeting the queen as he was getting in the shower looking at the mirror and realizing that there is dry shit on his head and started to remember what had happened before he got here. After a long bath, he meet another two beautiful maids waiting for him outside giving him new clothes and looking at the one with blue eyes asking her why he was there! She gave him a cheeky smile and left off with her friend laughing at him.
Drake took it as if they were flirting with him, confused at the deep corridor he saw the guy who brought him to the castle standing as if he was waiting for him and went in his direction.
The guard started moving as Drake was getting near, Drake took a moment to stop and think but so did the guard who was waiting for him, Drake followed him and was thinking about why the queen requested him and why was he put in that shitty room, didn't she know who I'm? Drake in a conversation with himself worried. when is he going to meet her, fantasizing all the way and joy filling his heart but that feeling of unease is still there... the guard stopped at the room he woke up in but this time he notices a number on the door from the outside, 1793 that was his room number.