Hardest part about adjusting to a new time is how old I feel catching up. Everyone else is out there running around doing things like its natural and I'm trying to find the bathroom. - Chronicles of Lorentino
You get used to routines when you are trapped somewhere. Like brushing your teeth in not exactly water, or expecting an attack from an undead army every third day. Stuff like that. When something breaks you out of your routine it feels rude at first. You resist, you also start to worry you've gone crazy (well I do, I don't know if other people do). So when a woman with two swords and armor showed up outside my door I was more than a little concerned for crazy.
"Trezlan Lorentino?" She had bluish brown skin, wild red hair, and Iris less eyes. I knew immediately she was probably Rolando's based on facial structure, but I didn't put it past madness just messing with me.
"Don't know who you are, but I haven't had a name in a while." Or spoken for that matter, well spoken in less of a grunting or exerting myself in pain.
"Anzi Lorentino, I'm your grand daughter, and we need your help."
"Who's we, you and Rolando?" She looked pained and I knew then my son was dead.
"No the forces of life versus the machines, my father told me you could stop them." At the word machine I became immediately worried. I just knew my AI would screw me eventually, I just figured it would be personal and not like the entire galaxy.
"Only one real problem with that Anzi."
"You're stuck here."
"Correct, and now I'm worried, so are you." And thus Anzi learned the first lesson of being a Lorentino, we always leap before we look and get screwed.
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