-_-_-_-_-_-_-Prologue-_-_-_-_-_
"What have you done, Blake?!" I unevenly spoke while gazing towards my best friend who had brought skirmished to the town we've grown.
Every house, trees, and yards are destroyed and obliterated by the scorching flames of light coming from his hands.
His swords slash through the flesh-meat of the neighbours that we had once known. Even the children living in the streets were no different, as they all fell into the ground, motionless, and dead.
Soon, his allies join in the battle, aiding him against me, who was the sole survivor of the onslaught. Similar dark auras, which we all call it the Curse, envelopes their bodies, tormenting their mind and souls. Alas, I cannot do anything about their condition, nor help myself from the battle against these fallen heroes in our village.
Their eyes turned grim, accompanied with their dreadful laughter, as the world around us soon crumbled like debris clustered on the ground. The sky began to shed its tears, as we resume the battle against the evil and the virtuous. However, the fight has already been lost and forgotten, while my eyes gaze into the emptiness of the battlefield. All my skeleton army were eradicated into dust by their power alone.
I was unable to do anything for my friend.
I was unable to do anything at all.
Then again, my companion had arrived and turned the tides against our foes. It was the same hound that I've rescued not too long ago. But his appearance has changed, and so his strength, as my partner fends off the two enemies at bay.
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"Stay back! I'm warning you!" The terrorist shouts while pointing his gun towards the crowd.
I am one with the audience, trembling in fear, with my family alongside with me.
My sister, Mary, has been quivering since the occurrence had happened, and there was nothing that we can do to stop them.
All of the terrorists raised their guns and killed thirty people in the room. There are also choppers and planes hovering above the podium, outside from where were are imprisoned by the criminals.
Every passing hour, a person would die from their hands. Their demands consist of a case filled with cash, dollars preferably, and transportation for their escape.
The government are insisting on altering their requests—to lessen the quantity of money that they wanted. However, the terrorist has already made up their minds and killed three more people to instil fear from the group and the authorities.
"You there!" The man wearing a jet-black mask calls out for my attention. "Come with me, and bring your little sister with you." He menacingly said while his men forcibly drag us at the centre of the crowd.
"Please! Leave my sister alone!" I pleaded as I bent my knees and asked for my sister's life.
Unfortunately, my words were unheeded, as they pushed Mary aside and pointed their guns directly at her head.
"Don't make me pull the trigger, young lad." The man spoke without restraint as he slowly moves his fingers from the trigger, scaring me with his objectives.
I couldn't help but whimper from the sight, thinking that I was powerless to free Mary from their shackles.
Despite these emotions circling inside of me, I found my body rushing straight for his hand and grabbed the pistol out from his possession.
Few of his men became startled and immediately opened fire at my figure. I can feel the bullets piercing inside my body, accompanied by the pain brought from the attack.
I safely tackled my sister towards the side and shielded her from the raining attacks. This chance allowed me to return their strike as I pulled the pistol on my hand and fired at will.
Every bullet that escaped my gun landed on the terrorist's chest, making them immobile and dead. The cause was the same for me, as I soon felt the energy escaping from my body. My whole limbs began to feel numb, as I blankly stare at my family's frightful gaze. They too were unable to move a muscle from their post, as my dad continued to protect the baby boy inside my mother's womb.
I shifted my gaze over to my side and discerned my sister unscathed despite the war. Although Mary is shivering intensely on the ground, she was safe from all the harm, which was enough for me to perceive.
The world around me soon began to grim, and the lights and colours on my surroundings were slowly fading in my eyes. I could feel my heart beating steadily and my body growing colder, as I embrace the death taking me alive.
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Soon after, the world hailed my name. I was praised and earned the title as a hero who died in a glorious battle against the dreadful terrorist.
I saved hundreds of families and earned a title for myself. They rewarded my efforts and sent various gifts to my family, which help them in both of their finance and well-being.
My death was not in vain, were the words that reminded myself over and over again. My sister, Mary, was safe, and so was my parents. The baby was born healthy and was named after me, to commemorate my existence.
Medals and other lavish accessories were crown against my picture, but I-
I wasn't aware anymore. I could never hear the voices to those who are mourning my remains.
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My consciousness drifted me away, as I felt nothing but the air around me. I can neither lift my limbs nor use my eyes to discern what was happening around me. Still, my mind is awake, and so is my memory.
'Is this the afterlife that they've been saying?' I thought into myself, as I continued to swim across the unending path into nothingness.
I indeed recall the events from where I've defended my sister, to the time I breathed my last breath. It was a memory closest to me and felt nostalgic remembering the scenes happening inside my house.
However, to my surprise, I began to feel my body once more. The first parts were my arms, and then my feet, followed by the rest of the organs of my body. Everything was coming into pieces, like a jigsaw solving on its own, as I feel renewed.
Despite these sensations, I felt weak and unable to move when I wanted to.
"How is it possible?" I asked while reaching out farthest as I can with the use of my two shaking arms.
My eyes finally peered into the light and saw two unfamiliar faces of adults gazing at my body.
"What is this? Who are you?" I thought while staring back and forth to these mysterious humans. But the words never came out of my mouth. Not even a mumble or hiss was perceived, despite my forceful attempts.
"I see it now" I utter inside my head and finally noticed my situation. My soul and mind are still intact over my consciousness.
I reincarnated as a baby boy!
I screamed wildly inside my head, as I look around and gaze the insides of the room. The colours perceived through my eyes are still incomplete, similar to the movements of my body.
"✡▶ϟϟ℆‱ΞΞ≡"
"⋯☽☿♏☙☙☙𓀢"
The man began to converse with the woman beside him. Alas, I could not digest the meaning behind their words.
It was foreign, like a new language from a different country, were the words that they spoke. I expected them to express their sentences in English, but then again, this is still a new world.
But why? Was my death was unacceptable by the gods governing this world? Did they deem me useful for a specific goal that they want me to achieve? What was the purpose for them bringing me here into this unknown land?
Nobody dared to answer my questions. It was as if I was talking to a rock, unable to speak nor return my queries. Instead, I will look for them on my own. That will be the first mission I need to do upon living in this world. Also, I would like to understand more about the culture around me.
Starting with the language that my present 'parents' have spoken to understand the message they convey.
Still, the memories from the past kept haunting me like ghosts, trying to revive the people that I've lost. I could only crave for their existence, as they will also crave mine.
How are they in that different world? Do they still remember me as Jhin Carter?
Probably not.
Even so, I shall live my life in the fullest, while finding the means to return safely to my home.
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Two months have successfully passed, and boy aren't I surprised! I can finally crawl, baby! Way to go, my awesome self!
I couldn't help but compliment myself from the trials I've conquered and the skills I just obtained. It was far more refreshing than being able to pass the university's test back from my old school. I tried my hardest to slither on the floor, akin to a worm.
My parents, Just as I, were amazed at my growth. They rewarded me with many things, such as various toys and delightful meals to fill my cravings.
Honestly, it was awkward for me to suck the nipples of my mother. Despite my age and physique, I am still a healthy boy, and this sensation is nearly killing me. But I need the nutrients, specifically the milk, of my mother, as it will help me grow into a fine man as I was.
I am also slowly deciphering the words spoken by my parent's tongue. It was arduous at first, as I hear such sounds inaudible for my ears. Little by little, I understood their context and used it as my own. It was like Russian words with the symbols used in kanji and hangul at the same time, with added designs and more adverse characters between each line. Why did I know this?
My mother read me a bedtime story not too long ago. And upon my observations, the words written on the textbook was no different from the scribbles done by a six-year-old child. Then again, these composite letters are needed for me to understand them.
But amongst the things I've discovered, there was one thing that blew my mind.
I was creeping under the bed, trying to figure out when and how will I be able to walk again. I tried lifting myself with the use of my fatty legs, and hurdled around with intense difficulty. Unfortunately, my body began to plummet and rolled further away from the bed. I was at the verge, nearly falling on the ground, when suddenly…
"▲▮▯❘❖▩!" my mum desperately calls out my attention while reaching over to my descending body.
I closed my eyes and accepted my fate, and soon thought of the mistake that I did on attempting to walk with my two feet.
However, my body never felt the ground. It never felt anything at all, as I could feel the air breezing through my soft and delicate skin.
I peered my eyes wide open and perceived the ground with the same height of the bed.
I WAS FLOATING
I really was, and see my hands and feet fluttering in mid-air.
Magic.
Magic is real in this world.