Tomorrow I was here

Oleg Seriy

This story will discuss the adventures of John, whom the author associates himself. As John got to the aliens, etc.How are the aliens? Who are siamaty and kirundiytsy and why there was the war between them? How John was destined to save civilization siamatov from the fall?.. Have it in him???

Tomorrow I was here

Oleg Seriy

Translator Tatjana Guziy

Cover design Ekaterina Sinotova

© Oleg Seriy, 2018

ISBNВ 978-5-4493-3003-1

Created with Ridero smart publishing system

TOMORROW IВ WASВ HERE

byВ Oleg Seriy without MaRiCaBo

published by PROJECT – EDEN with the help of Ridero

В© Copyright 2011В Oleg Seriy without MaRiCaBo

В© Translated byВ Tatjana Guziy

В© Cover artwork byВ Ekaterina Sinotova

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PartВ 1

/ Dream

Story ofВ life

InВ the hospital

PartВ 2

/В Ancient prophecy

PartВ 3

/В War

Pursuit

Memoirs

Enlightenment

Forced landing

P.S.

From the author

PartВ 1

Dream

When the mountains merge together, when the sun rises after the years ofВ darkness, know that came toВ the throne the ruler ofВ fate THE CHOSENВ ONE.

He lay staring at the ceiling. His eyes didn’t rush about from side to side at the speed of light, as some traders have. In his view it was possible to determine that that person was very goal-seeking. He stared dully at the ceiling at one point, as if the roof would fall at that moment and he would be suddenly dazzledby the flux of sunrays. But that did not happen. The room was dark, wet, damp. It was difficult to breathe. Almost with every breath he screamed of pain as if he was hammered a nail. He could not breathe properly. That man was constantly coughing. Lump came to his throat. He suffered from pain because he had not been eating and drinking for the second day. He was in the mud and slime, which that cell was filled. There was almost no clothes left on him… That bunch of rags could be only called clothes. His hair was unwashed for a couple of months, he was constantly scratching – he had lice.

On his face, even in the dark you could see a couple of scars – from cheek to ear – signs of torture. His eyes were small, and he almost did not blink – he was used to the darkness. Though physically he was alive, but his soul began to pass away from that world. He was not alone in that prison. Behind him on the bench you could see some black shadows, it seemed that they hold conversation about something. Suddenly he was blinded by a sudden effluence of light. He stood up, walked to the door. On the either side of him stood four thugs, who, as soon as he came out, handcuffed him and led along the poorly-lit long corridor.

…It was something horrifying: a large number of red clouds – darkness eaters – gathered over him. Icy cold pierced him through and it seemed that there had been never warm. Thousand torches were burning around, there were many people. At first it seemed that those people were dressed in black. But then he saw white crosses on the backs of their dark green shapeless garments. Our hero saw that picture when he came to himself. People around him were singing a song…

It must be the howling of dogs. He felt giddy, he froze, his stomach turn inside out. People were committing a ritual… He awoke abruptly, jumped out of bed with a distorted face. It was not worth of explaining for a long time that it was a dream… a NIGHTMARE!

Story ofВ life

His name was John Smith. He was born inВ aВ small town. Why was he however named John? And why not, after all, his parents