"I'll kill you! I'll kill your entire family!"
The menace filled scream echoed through the battlefield, reaching the ears of many, but directed only at one person. The general, the prince, the to be king of the great continent. The prince didn't say a word, only resting his face upon on his fist, sitting in the middle of a battlefield.
The man charged at the prince, executing soldiers and infantry as he went, running over troops with his horse, and killing the horses of the cavalry men. Swinging his spear, with tempo, with balance, much like a master. The speed of the strikes were near instantaneous, generating tiny shockwaves in every swing, making severing the heads of his foes a simple matter.
But the man was only one, against an army. No matter his skill, he couldn't face one alone, not like this, for they had Magi.
The prince signaled his archers to fire, the flaming arrows, with their iron tips seared, boiling, were unleashed upon the man.
"Ygnol!"
A barrier was erected above the man, a show of knowledge in the arcane arts, a rare gift. The barrier would not hold, deflecting only ten arrows out of the hundreds. He rode fiercely, the arrows around him, piercing the princes own soldiers, he slaughtered them mercilessly, as his horse crushed the ones who dared still attack.
The sense of honor drove him, the thought of revenge, fueled him, the thought of the princes death, renewed him every time.
But the prince grew tired of the game he had been playing, his army if alone, was no match for the man, even his battlemages might have fallen to him. He could've ended it there with his battlemages, but as a show of respect, he offered an attack of his own.
"Axoms."
Blades from the fallen foes, spears, swords, and arrows alike, rose from the ground and flew towards the man. The man, unaware of the weapons behind him, was pierced by hundreds of weapons, his innards spilling out, and his spine, obliterated. Though warned by the first weapon hitting his barrier, the velocity at which the weapons flew, gave him no chance to react.
The man fell to the floor, his blood had come to an end, he, who was the last survivor of his line, his brothers, and sisters, killed in cold blood, killed off one by one, each developing a horrible paranoia, afraid that even their own family could hurt them, the man was nearly killed by his own sister. He did not blame her, he did not blame them, he only felt sadness.
As he lay there, with those dead eyes, tears that had been bottled up for years had finally spilled out. Then, he was dead. He experienced many things, the warmth of the sun, the rays of light through the leaves; komorebi, that had brought him the sense of beauty of happiness every time he gazed upon it.
He experienced love from the ones he cherished most. He experienced sadness as his family died. He experienced guilt when he could do nothing but watch. He experienced pain, when he was betrayed by his sister. He experienced madness as he met the prince who killed them all.
He experienced death, one with no accomplishments to speak of, not even the revenge he spent his whole life training for. It was all useless in front of the power that the prince held.
He remembered sitting in a field, holding a sword with love, as he decided to dedicate his whole life to it, and the day he abandoned it, for there were no more masters of the blade left to teach him, they had all been killed. Only a master of the spear, who even when he passed, had not passed down all the skills to the man.
The broken, incomplete man, the useless man, the loving brother, the hardest worker, the last survivor, the dead man who lay in the middle of this battlefield. They were all this one man.
Now, his corpse will lay there to rot with the others, no there will be a different fate for him, his name shall be erased from this world, what new name should we grant him? Ah, here we are.
"Fushi."
Waking up to a bright room, with his memories intact, lay the man. No, the child, Staring up to a woman, she had blonde hair, along with soft deep green eyes, slightly visible cheekbones, and white skin.
The child reached up, examining his arm, it was that of an infants.
'Where am I?'
He thought to himself. He wondered where this place was, perhaps it was heaven, where he could live out a time where had to do nothing but enjoy the company of his family.
Everything was so beautiful, so bright, even the windows were intricately made, letting sunlight pour through with even more beauty, the room was covered in red and blue wallpaper, with the insignia of a family engraved into it.
It felt different, not the hard wooden floors, he'd grown accustomed to, but a feeling he was familiar with, it was as if someone was using their lap as a headrest for him. Once more, he faced the woman, looking into her soft green eyes.
"Fushi, aren't you a cute one?"
Fushi? She's speaking to me, is it a greeting of some sort?
"What do you think of the name Angela?"
A maid with hazel brown hair and blue eyes emerged from just outside the rims of the child's sight, not at all what you would expect from a maid, she sat down next to the woman, and touched the child's cheeks, caressing them.
"It's a wonderful name, is it from the East?"
"It felt special, it's unlike the names from here in the north."
Fushi...is that my name? I can't seem to remember my own...
The woman, seeing the child beginning to cry, sought to calm the child, stroking its hair, and telling it a story.
"There was time when I was just like you, nothing to worry about, everything was beautiful. I wanted nothing more to enjoy it, but do you know ended up happening? I lost that little light for some time."
The woman's eyes gleamed making the deep green shine like gemstone, reflecting the beautiful lights that seeped through the windows into her own, making her irises have the most unique design.
"Then I had you, my little child."
Me?
"You brought that little light back into my world."
Me? I did that?
"You're my own little ray of sunshine!"
Her eyes shone even more as she said so, spinning the child around in her arms as giggled with joy. The child, infatuated with the thought that he, the once broken man, with no family, that could not cure their suffering, that couldn't even take revenge, was somehow making someone happy. He cried out with the sound of joy. A little laugh from a little child, and still, the sun shone bright.
"I'm so happy I gave birth to you."
The door behind them opened, and the maid hastily, but elegantly brought herself back up to her feet, and swiftly moved herself back to the entrance, and what entered the sight of the child, was a boy no more than four or five. With golden hair, and gemstone blue eyes, that were as bright as the sky, filled with curiosity as he stared down at the child.
The woman happily greeted him, and then turned back to the child, the sun still shone bright.
"Fushi, this is your brother!"
The woman laughed and tugged at the boy to approach. The boy shyly came up to the child, taking off his small golden cape, and wrapping it around the child, the cape had the insignia of the family engraved upon it, with blue accents dotting it's fabric.
"Introduce yourself!"
"B-but, I'm nervous."
"There's no need to be, this is your brother, brothers are supposed to love each other, right?"
The boy was very shy, and with great effort, faced the child with a serious face.
"M-my name is Elldrich, First Prince of the Northern Kingdom, and, um, y-your brother."
"That's right! He's your big brother, Fushi!"
The sun faded behind the clouds, and child was given a thought.
'This little boy is the Northern Kingdom's First Prince? My brother?'
The child trashed around in its mother's lap, subsequently having the First Prince's carefully wrapped cloak fall off him.
The First Prince, upon seeing this, had tears spill from his eyes, but only droplets that were on the verge of spilling.
"I told you he wouldn't like me!"
With tears, he ran out of the room.
The woman seemed worried as to how she would calm the First Prince, but still had that gentle look in her eyes, she had experienced this many times, she had known that the First Prince, while shy, was not cowardly, and reassured the little child.
"It'll be alright, it wasn't your fault, Fushi."
The child, seeing as the person who had killed him previously had left the room, calmed down, looking around himself once more. The room still had its wonders, but instead of pure beauty, the child felt that the rooms emanated danger, as if they going to close in on him. He became agitated, clawing at the floor, cry aloud in a voice that couldn't have possibly been a child's. It was the scream of a man who had lost his family, the same vigor had been passed down onto this body, his previous existence had been erased, and a new existence, a new prince was created, the Third Prince, Fushi.
The child's mother had no clue what had caused the child to scream so viciously. Only taking him out of the room, and out into the sunlight, thinking that perhaps the child was bored of the same scenery. To the mother, it might've seemed like a miracle, the child had stopped crying, and was only looking out at the vast, luscious green, filled with flowers that were like crystals, the wheat out in the distance emanating the suns golden hue. It gave the child something else to think about, something that took his mind off grief, under a tree he saw the sunlight pour through the leaves, in his mind, it was the greatest beauty; komorebi.
"I knew you would like it."
Really?
"I come here every time I'm sad, my little sunshine."
Mother held me tighter, and pointed to the horizon, the sun changing from dawn to evening.
"I won't need the sun anymore, because you, are that new little light."
And I was happy.