• Prologue

    One day... That is all my life has been... The same DAMN day repeating it self over and over again. And the pain, I feel the pain. Over. And. Over. Again. Three women in white robes, they must of been nearly half the size of me. They deceived me at first, with their dainty looks and gaunt arms, and then it happens. My legs brake as if they are nothing more than twigs blocking the path of a charging elephant, and it is the same every time. I have no control over my body, I watch and feel, but I can never defend myself against the agony I know I have to live through every day. I fall to the ground and look to the left and as I lie there I can hear the scream of another man across from me.

    ''H-h-help me''

    He reaches out to me, blood dripping from the ends of his fingers, and the only thing I can say is;

    ''Mother was wrong''

    ''HELP MEEE!'' He screamed again.

    I roll over onto my back.

    ''AGRIOS, HEEELP''

    The man starts to sob and beg for his life, and then a loud thud and the lamentable noises were ended. One of the women comes over and kneels besides me, puts two fingers into my mouth and pulls out a long sparkling thread, another one of the women is right behind her, they are almost identical, long blond hair and pale skin. The first women takes a run-of-the-mill measuring rod from her side, measures the string and whispers something in hers sisters ear, who then cuts the string with a pair of rusty scissors. The third sister comes over, another doppelganger who has a large silver distaff on her back, the distaff is wrapped with the same string that the first women pulled from my mouth. The third women is now stood above and she raises her weapon above her head, and with all her strength she swings it towards me, this super colossal club made of bronze and...

    I'm not dead... I usually die... I look around... this place, I don't know where I am, these noisy metal contraptions speeding past me.

    ''I HAVE CONTROL OF MY BODY'' I shout (In Greek) as a small man passes me, giving me a strange look.

    I attempt to stand up, but it is more difficult than I anticipated. I feel weak, like I haven't eaten in a while, instead of standing, I sat up, looking in front of me there is a green, metal flag that says something in a language I haven't seen before, but beneath this foreign gibberish it reads;

    ''Καλώς ήρθατε στην Άγκυρα (welcome to Ankara)''