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  Chapter 01 

It was on a Monday morning that I suddenly woke up with incredible headaches and strong feelings of dizziness.

At first I did not understand what was happening, my thoughts were totally confused and my memories were cloudy and somewhat distorted. He did not remember what had happened yesterday.

I held my forehead tightly in an attempt to ease the pain, and with my other available hand I grabbed onto what was in front of me to keep from falling. Once the shocking pain began to subside, another cold sweat sensation was felt throughout my body. Something inside me was scaring me, but I couldn't understand what it was. Along with this unpleasant sensation, it was followed by another strange sensation of chills that specifically surrounded the skin of my pale neck.

What the hell is this? I asked myself.

When I tried to swallow, my saliva felt heavy and cold, hard to swallow.

That creepy feeling around my neck seemed very real. My expression must be totally pale by now as I put my trembling hand to my neck to check. My fingers trembled slightly and fear overwhelmed me at what I would find, but when I rubbed my smooth skin, there was nothing there. My neck was in perfect condition.

When I tried to swallow, my saliva felt heavy and hard. That creepy feeling around my neck seemed very real. My expression must be totally pale right now and when I brought my trembling hand to my neck to check, my fingers trembled in fear of what I would find. But when I rubbed my smooth skin, there was nothing. My neck was in perfect condition.

But even so, I still felt that cold, dark sensation, as if something eerily similar to the sharp edge of a razor had pierced my neck and cut off my head.

For a moment I even thought that my head would soon detach from my body to fall to the ground and roll before my feet. But...

... I'm fine, right? Nothing happened to me. I checked my neck several times, but there was no cut or anything unusual. My neck was perfectly healthy and uninjured.

How weird.

In the midst of all this, I noticed that the pain in my head had subsided enough that I could think more clearly, although the feeling of dizziness and disorientation still persisted.

Chapter 01 (version 2)

It was during the morning of a Monday when I suddenly woke up with incredible headaches and strong feelings of dizziness.

At first I didn't understand what was happening, my thoughts felt totally confused and my memories were foggy and somewhat distorted. I could not remember what had happened yesterday. 

I held my forehead tightly in an attempt to relieve the pain, and with my other available hand I held onto what was in front of me so I wouldn't fall. Once the impressive pain began to subside, a strange sensation of cold sweat was felt all over my body. Something inside me was frightening me, but I couldn't understand what it was. Along with this unpleasant sensation, another strange shivering sensation followed, specifically surrounding the skin of my pale neck.

What the hell is this? I asked myself. 

When I tried to swallow, my saliva felt heavy and hard. That creepy feeling around my neck seemed very real. My expression must be one of total pallor right now as I brought my trembling hand to my neck to check it out. My fingers trembled slightly and fear overwhelmed me at what I would find, but when I rubbed my soft skin, there was nothing there. My neck was in perfect condition.

When I tried to swallow, my saliva felt heavy and hard. That creepy feeling around my neck seemed very real. My expression must be one of total pallor right now and when I brought my trembling hand to my neck to check, my fingers trembled in fear of what I would encounter. But when I rubbed my soft skin, there was nothing. My neck was in perfect condition.

But, even so, I still felt that cold, dark sensation, as if something ghostly similar to the sharp edge of a razor had pierced my neck and severed my head.

For a moment I even thought that my head would soon detach from my body to fall to the ground and roll before my feet. But...

... I'm fine, right? Nothing happened to me. I checked my neck several times, but there was no cut or anything unusual. My neck was perfectly healthy and uninjured.

How strange. +

In the midst of all this, I noticed that the pain in my head had subsided enough that I could think more clearly, although the feeling of dizziness and disorientation still lingered. +

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CHAPTER 01

In all the potion stores in the City of Valencia you could see the same warning sign for the public that read....

{Please do not consume excessive amounts of potions}.

While magic potions were miraculous and with incredible effects that varied between healing, increased physical strength and multiple amazing effects that left potion lovers fascinated. The consumption of potions in large quantities brought serious side effects.

One of those side effects was becoming addicted to them.

Every time a potion is ingested, the magical effect circulates throughout the veins and cells of the skin, bringing a relaxing and sedative effect that numbs the brain. Followed by then, a stimulus that runs through the whole brain and creates an addictive state of wanting to consume more and more.

Normally the adventurers or soldiers who are the main consumers of these potions useful in battles, always know how to keep a rigid control of consumption.

But the production of potions coming from the royal capital is not only aimed at skilled people such as soldiers or adventurers, but slowly this product has been taking regularity in the field of young people in the city. Becoming a product that deviant and misguided young people, lost in their addiction, seek and buy with desperation in order to continue stimulating their nerves.

Basically, a new market of young people addicted to these potions had opened up in the city of Valencia.

Unfortunately those young hooligans and usually rebellious youngsters who were already going from bad to bad, end up totally lost when they become addicted to potions and can't quit. Many wealthy and powerful families in the city have seen several of their children and grandchildren end up lost in the rampant consumption of potions. Frustrated, these families began to place strict restrictions on their youngest children to prevent them from going down this evil path.

Any young person seen consuming potions today is seen by the townspeople as a lost and possibly hopeless youth.

Knowing how frowned upon these potion addicts are, a dark-haired young man on a rainy, bad weather Monday afternoon, was sitting at a table at the back of an old bar ingesting a newly acquired blue-toned potion while the background noise of laughter and shouting of inebriated people created an atmosphere that contrasted completely with the pale and somewhat emaciated state of the young addict.

"Hey, is that brat still there?" one of the drunks bumping jars with his companions as they laughed and chatted, noticed the young man sitting far away at the table and couldn't help but ask that.

OTHER VERSION THE CHAPTER

In all the potions shops of the Valencia City Council you could see the same warning sign for the public that said ...

{Please don't consume excessive amounts of potions}.

While magic potions were miraculous and with incredible effects ranging from healing, increased physical strength and multiple amazing effects that fascinated potion lovers. Consuming potions in large quantities brought serious side effects.

One of those side effects was getting addicted to them.

Each time a potion is ingested, the magical effect circulates through the veins and skin cells, providing a relaxing and sedative effect that numbs the brain. Followed by then, a stimulus that runs through the entire brain and creates an addictive state of wanting to consume more and more.

Normally the adventurers or soldiers who are the main consumers of these useful potions in the battles, always know to maintain a rigid control of the consumption.

But the production of potions coming from the royal capital is not only aimed at skilled people such as soldiers or adventurers, but slowly this product has been taking regularity in the field of young people in the city. Becoming a product that deviant and misguided young people, lost in their addiction, seek and buy with desperation in order to continue stimulating their nerves.

Basically, a new market of young people addicted to these potions had opened up in the city of Valencia.

Unfortunately those young hooligans and usually rebellious youngsters who were already going from bad to bad, end up totally lost when they become addicted to potions and can't quit. Many wealthy and powerful families in the city have seen several of their children and grandchildren end up lost in the rampant consumption of potions. Frustrated, these families began to place strict restrictions on their youngest children to prevent them from going down this evil path.

Any young person seen consuming potions today is seen by the townspeople as a lost and possibly hopeless youth.

Knowing how frowned upon these potion addicts are, a dark-haired young man on a rainy, bad weather Monday afternoon, was sitting at a table at the back of an old bar ingesting a newly acquired blue-toned potion while the background noise of laughter and shouting of inebriated people created an atmosphere that contrasted completely with the pale and somewhat emaciated state of the young addict.

"Hey, is that brat still there?" one of the drunks bumping jars with his companions as they laughed and chatted, noticed the young man sitting far away at the table and couldn't help but ask that.