Bac Back: A Short Story

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I wake up after what seems to be centuries. I feel sluggish, like after drinking so much. The weirdest part, it seems that I can't move or in fact, see anything, just complete darkness. But how is this even possible, I think to myself. I died on my bed, with my wife and children surrounding me. I was a King, an Emperor in fact, since; and I am proud to say, that I ruled an entire Continent, the Continent of Marsa. But back on track here, where... am I exactly?

I try to move as fiercely as possible, maybe I'll be able to get out of one situation, but it was to no avail. Tssskkk... Fine, I was hoping to get out of this without having to use my powers but it seems I won't be getting anywhere in that situation. I activate my "Emperor's Command", which allows me to control every living thing in a 2 mile radius. Yes I know, OP right? Well, what more do you expect from someone who mostly alone combined an entire continent the size of Earth's Land mass altogether. Of course I'm not immortal either, I'm like any other human being, I can die from an arrow in the right spot or blast from a Fire Ball, I just have one power that makes me different from the others.
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I command them to release me from my current situation, and sure enough they gather to my area in a blink of an eye. Although I can't see, I am able to somewhat check my surroundings from the wild dogs point of view. They gather to my area which is just a plain field in what seems to be surrounded by trees all around. Wait...What? Where the hell am I exactly? Don't tell me I'm under...fucking ground. I swear on...tchh whatever, what more do you expect from a person whose suppose to be dead. Well I should wait, it'll probably take them a while to reach me

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