Story of Pluto

By Jackson Roberson

Pluto is the Roman god of the underworld, and his legend has been passed down through generations. Most of his life was a mystery up to this point but not anymore. In this novel, you will get a first-person look at the true life of Pluto. You will see what exactly happened to make him the god of the underworld, the people he meets along the way, the powers he gains, his struggle with addiction, and how he plans to escape.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Aug 4, 2021
• ISBN: 9781662442704

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Chapter 1

Young and Reckless

My name is Pluto. There’s a lot you peasants don’t know about me that in most cases I wouldn’t want to get out, but in this case, I say, To hell with it.

Why you ask, well, since I’ve done everything there is to do in this world or underworld I guess, and most of you think I had it easy, I need to let you know who the real Pluto is—who I am. Believe it or not, I and all of you losers have something in common.

I was a regular person at one point too growing up in Rome. My mother Veronica had a problem with wine and would often sleep with whoever she thought could supply her with her next batch of booze. Veronica never really cared about me, how I was feeling, what I was doing, or anything that involves me for that matter. A father figure could have helped me steer my life in a good direction but guess what I didn’t have one of those either. My father apparently was killed by our great emperor at the time for, get this, a drug-related incident.

So yeah, there were drugs at this time. It wasn’t your drugs which by the way have become a lot better than our old ones. It wasn’t meth, heroin, cocaine; or molly; it was something called sabre. Now sabre isn’t far from your modern-day hallucinogens such as shrooms in the way that it was meant to make you have a trip and hallucinate. Now it was actually highly addictive which will come into play later on in our journey together but let’s just say my dad was the pimp of this stuff back in the day. That’s all I know about my father. I know sad right, so in my mind, I had a lot to live up too. Hahaha, and boy did I.

Now here’s where stuff gets really messed up. I was a fine kid till I was around twelve. I’ll admit that but once I hit twelve all hell broke loose, literally. Kids can suck and if you think bullying is bad now you have no idea how bad it was when I was growing up. Having a dead drug dealer dad and the city hoe as a mother didn’t help with it either believe it or not but I did have one thing going for me, my looks. I had sleek long black hair with eyes you could drown in. I wasn’t going to let a bunch of lucky know-it-all brats bring me down, so I learned to fight from an ex-palace guard who had too much free time.

After this, most of the girls where I lived liked me and for the first time in my life, I felt special and like I mattered but I got full of myself and I did that fast. By the time I was fourteen, I came across my first real choice I had to make in my life. Some of my homies at the time and I were out late at night wandering the city’s back streets which weren’t the safest or best areas then. Now I came to call these streets home eventually but that wasn’t until later in my life. But now, we were all just nervous kids sneaking out for the thrill; it’s not like my mom would have cared anyway.

Then I met sabre. An old man had come up to us from a dark alley and said that the first hit was free. Me trying to act tough and all, I replied, What is it? I’ll take a hit.

He replied sabre and let off an almost irritating laugh as if he were trying to hold it back.

Sabre…, I replied with utter shock in my eyes.

What are you scared Pluto, Damon (my best friend at the time) said.

Without thinking, I took it from the man’s old cold hands and took three hits and gave it back. See that was nothing, I was able to cough out.

Then, the old man offered it to my friends who all declined while looking at me with astonishment. Then as he was walking back into his little alley, he started to laugh and said, I’ll see you all tomorrow.

That’s the day I realized I had an addictive personality. I did see the man the next day to ask for more and frankly every day after that for over a year until I came up with a brilliant idea. I was going to rat out my dealer to one of the emperor’s enforcers at the time who were basically police. After they checked over his living quarters, they found some sabre. After I got them to arrest the old man and while they were preparing him for death, I snuck into his living quarters and figured out where he made all the sabre. It was in a hidden cave by the river.

So I left Rome that day and went to find where he made it. I ended up getting there after like a forty-five-minute walk upstream. I got more than I expected though as he had just finished making a huge batch which could have me set for six months at least. I also found the recipe which he had carved into the stone wall with a blade. Now I will keep some things from you and my secret recipe for sabre is definitely one thing I can’t part with.

I have tried to quit before but it’s pointless and get this it’s so addictive the gods even moved one of the herbs to the underworld so you wouldn’t have all