Once upon a time, there existed a world, a world of eternal peace, or at least so it seems. And peaceful times tend to create boredom within the human mind. That’s what happened to this young boy called ''Ilir''.

The year is 2012, and Ilir is excited for another day of school. He packs his back and gets ready to go to learn something new today. His dad tells him to hurry up because he is going to be late. Ilir goes in class and meets all his friends and enjoys his time there. Then starts history class, and everyone starts getting bored.

"Wake up!" - Said Ms.Laura

"Y-y-yes mam!" Ilir wakes up in the middle of the class.

He was daydreaming again. This time around he was dreaming about actually having fun in his class. Ilir is a skinny kid, he has the potential to look strong but looks timid instead. He is wearing a black hoodie, and black jeans, and also has a black school bag. This almost reflects his inner soul in a way. You could say he belongs to the quiet and outcasted kids.

Ilir has already passed the exams and now finds the class already boring so he just looks at his notebook all day. His classmates are struggling to learn about history, meanwhile, he already got a 5/5 with extreme ease. I guess this is what happens when your intellegence is above average.

While he might seem like he is super intellegent, he is quite the lazy guy and prefers to not study until the very last minute. Always let the homework and studying until the last minute.

"So class, today we will learn about the legend of Bajram, one of the 3 Heros of our Nation, of the nation of Albania" everyone in the class is dazing off. Even Ilir starts drawing something on his desk to pass the time.

"Legends say he killed 100 enemies with only a pistol in the battle of the "Great Bridge''..." - Ms. Laura said.

Although it might seem like Ilir is drawing, he is thinking about something else entirely.

"He was so powerful, it was said that he was a warrior sent by the Gods to protect the land of Albania. Some even say he is still alive today, 100 years since the great Albanian war over the Plis."

''Bajram, the once feared warrior, the hero of the country, the mustache he had, he was one of a kind, a true inspiration upon us.''

"Hahaha, you fools, you think you can defeat me?" - a mysterious face appears.

He draws his gun out.

*Bammm!!!!*

Two people are dead on the field, and a third one charges from above. The mysterious man flips his gun and then switches it to his left hand, then...

*Bammmm!!!!!*

Another gunshot, and three people, were dead on the field. Behind the fields, you could see dozens of bodies, all dead. He walks slowly as he lights a ''Lulla''. And with the lighter, he throws it and lights up all the bodies behind him. With a slow walk, you could hear...

"HAHAHAHAHAHA" - says Bajram with a menacing face. He is laughing with a face that stares deep into your soul. He is, truly, the most fearsome warrior to ever roam the lands of Albania.

"~Wake up~"

hmmmm....?

"WAKE UP!"

"Huh?! W-what happened?" -Says Ilir

"Don't sleep in class Ilir or I will send you to the principal" -Ms. Laura yelled.

The bell rang.

Class is finally over, so Ilir packs his bags and is ready to go home. It has been such a long tedious day for him. He starts thinking about the video games will play once he goes home.

 Suddenly, before he leaves the class, he is stopped at the door by three of his classmates.

"Whatsup Arbër? Why have you stopped me?" - says Ilir

"You got some business with us. Got any money?" - says Arbër

"No, I don't" - says Ilir while being a little bit scared.

"Well your sleepy ass is going to give us all your money" - says Endrit

Meanwhile, Dardan comes from behind and grabs him by the neck while squeezing it. Ilir looks frightened. Two of the other boys prepare a big punch. Right as they are about to punch Ilir, he closes his eyes and drops all of his money on the floor.

"P-p-please just don't punch me, that's all the money my aunt gave me, I don't want to get in a fight!" - Ilir says

Arbër lights a cigarette, smiles, and blows smoke in Ilirs face.

"You got easy this time, now go fuck off somewhere else." As he is leaving, Dardan slaps Ilir from behind, and all three boys start laughing.

Ilir starts walking home, depressed, and feeling like a loser.

"Shit! That was the money my aunt gave me for my 16th birthday, which was today. I am such a loser, damn... I wish I was strong, strong enough to protect myself. I wonder how good it would be if i was stong like the Albanian warrior Bajram?  I wish I lived during that time, then maybe no one would mess with me then" - Ilir says to himself.

He started going home and walking at the crossroad, learning about his bad and boring life. Then as he is walking across the street, Ilir looks to his left, he wasn't paying attention, a car was coming directly at him and.....

*Bammmm!!!*

Blood... blood everywhere on the street, Ilir got run over by a car.

"Well, it was not a bad life... I think it's my time to go, this is what I deserve for being a coward and a weakling, hope my family don't get sad over me"

He sees a vision, and his eyes are slowly closing.

A vision of his memories comes. The time when he got rejected by his crush. The time he got laughed at in class. The time he watched a TV show. The time he was playing video games with his friends. The time a girl in his class touched his hand. All of these memories slowly fade away, as his face can be seen, the police sirens can be heard, and all of it is slowly disappearing...

9901

I wish I was as free as a bird...

Ilir opens his eyes, and the first thing he sees is a bird. He can feel the wind on his skin, he can see the blue sky, and he can feel the sunlight shining down. He looks around, then he sits up straight.

"Where am I?" -Ilir says

He looks around, all in wonder...

"Am I in heaven?"

All he can see are fields of grass and trees, and a few houses here and there.

*FUSHHHHHHH*

Ilir hears a loud sound. He turns around in concern. His face becomes serious in worry.

As he is standing there, he sees something pass right in front of his eyes at a very high speed. When he looks back to see, he sees a person who is moving at a very high speed, as if he was being thrown from somewhere.

That person is trying his hardest to grab the ground but is moving so fast that he can't even stabilize himself. He flies around so fast that he crashes into a few trees, and was dragged around 100 meters until he finally stopped moving.

"What the hell is this?!!!" Ilir is shocked.

He looks at the person, bearly seeing him.

"Hey dude you ok over there??!!" Ilir yells while waving at the person.

We can see a blonde curly-haired guy come out of all the smoke created by his crash. He is on his knees. The unknown boy notices Ilir who is roughly 100m away. He can bearly see him and he heard him scream something.

Just as he is looking at Ilir, he notices something, or rather someone...

"RUN FROM THERE, HE IS COMING!!!"

Ilir notices the unknown boy yelling something, he doesn't know what it is. But to his right, he notices someone walking near him. This tall, muscular person is wearing an Albanian Plis.

''Hahaha.''

Ilir looks at him and notices that he has seen him before... In history class...

It's BAJRAM!!