Patrick couldn't believe it was him, the well known 'human monkey' of his place. Even though he lives in a city with high end tech he finds joy climbing trees, and to prove to others that there was no one better than him out there at climbing trees. The boys from other part of town would come to compete with him, but the result were always the same. Despite coming from a well to do family of a single father and two siblings, a brother and sister, he would still do something so local only to hold onto the title 'human monkey'. Now all that has just come to an end; the well know human monkey just feel off a tree. Worse yet it was the tree he excelled climbing so many times. how come he fell? how come he missed a step? Even when he misses a step he would still hold his grip but not today. The heavens has had enough of his reign as the human monkey and decided to make him step down in a very hard and permanent way - death.
He fell facing the bright blue sky and his back toward the people that came to watch and those that came to compete, you could already see the sinister smile on the other competitors faces.
"Haha I have been waiting for this moment, if he breaks a hand or leg I'll be able to climb the table."
There were still people gaping at the sight of someone falling from such a height,it was totally frightening to watch. as Patrick fell he could feel the heat from the sun and the chill from the sweat on his body as the gentle breeze brushed passed him as he falls. The cold and hot feelings were mixing together as though it could burn the mountains and freeze the sea. Patrick continued to fall immersing himself in the feeling then the thought of leaving his dad and siblings to be alone in this cruel world, but what can he do? Nothing. he could only await his death on the floor below him.
With a loud thud Patrick hit the floor hard smashing his head on a small rock, blood flowed nonstop as he laid on the ground staring into the sky. He knew his life was draining away when finally he closed his eyes. He fell into darkness.
"So much heat... wait, no it's cold, ahh, it's hot again. but... but they're mixed together. Huh, where am I? am I in heaven? I can't hear angels. please don't tell me I'm in hell that would explain the heat... "
Opening his eyes he saw something that could only be seen or read in movies and books, a void. No time. No space. No gravity. No air. Looking around Patrick saw red and blue colored dust circulating around him and through him. He didn't know what it was until he remembered the heat and chill from earlier. Before he could look around and figure out where he was or know what's going on he heard a female robotic voice in his head as though it was running a count down.
"... Year 3058. Project AT60-5000 Super Intelligence Program is..."
"Wait, what? Year 3058? We are in 2021. What progr..."
Hearing these words Patrick was utterly confused than he focused on the voice again to understand more.
"3...2...1... Go! " The female voice rang out again
"AHHH!!!" Patrick felt as though his head was being crushed by a bulldozer and destroying his brain at the same time. Even with no time or space he still felt pain.
Just before he was able to calm his head down he was shot out like an arrow from it's bow towards its target. The red and blue dust that represented heat and chill respectively were growing increasingly on his body, just like when you put your hands on an open fire and when you step into a colds room. The heat and chill kept moving around him and merging with his every bone and blood in his body, with the pain from his head his entire being became increasingly unbearable. He kept moving with incredible speed like a shooting star towards a tiny speck of light that was straight in front of him, coming closer and closer every second until what he could see was nothing but light. Then he blacked out. Again?
When Patrick woke up he found himself in a luxurious room and in a very big bed soaked in so much sweat it could fill a bucket. his body felt so much pain and his head hurt a lot. He stood up from the bed to take off his clothes, that's when he realized something, his body. His skin wasn't his usual black skin. He looked for a mirror and found one on a massive table meant for makeups. As he saw his reflection another surge of pain came bombarding into his head, this time it wasn't as painful as before maybe because he has felt so much pain over the last two hours he got used to the pain or maybe this pain came along with a memory. A memory that isn't his but that of the person he's in or should be say he now is.
The name of the previous owner of this body is called Benjamin Williams, the only surviving son of one of the authoritative people who is now known as a Lord, Lord Williams. He got the title Lord because he once joined to destroy a huge invasion war against a horde of demon creature while he was only a lord with the strength of a second-level elemental swordsman.