Life has never, and will never be fair for any who walk the existence known as life.
Polemos has definitely lived that to the tee, ever since he was left and forgotten as a child.
Left and forgotten in the vast desert of a Low-Tier nomad group of only about 275'ish people, Polemos learned from the very moment he was able to form a memory that his life was going to be a brutal experience.
When Polemos was growing up in the orphanage he was constantly bullied, all because he was never actually a part of the nomadic tribe as he was an outsider. He was different from the tribe members, his deep royal purple eyes were seen as a sign of bad luck and made others fear him, about the only thing that was the same, was his hair color of an abyss black.
Polemos had to endure everything that the others of the orphanage would do to him, which wasn't the typical type of bullying normal children would do. The bullying would vary between the regular name calling to the more intensive such as their favorite, sand burials. He was stabbed, burned, drowned, imprisoned, and beaten on a regular basis. Polemos would try to do whatever he could to have others save him or at least help him but, no one would. No matter how hard he screamed, yelled, or even told the adults they would just look at him with emotionless eyes.
Everyone, even down to the lowest existence, followed the natural law of 'The Banished World', which was the law of the jungle or just survival of the fittest.
The only thing the adults would technically do was stop things from going too far or serious, but even after helping him they would still harshly rebuke and berate him, saying things like "you should just die, or at least fight back." How could Polemos do any of which they said when it was always a group of them when he was only one child.
Polemos continued to endure and hoped things would change when he turned ten, when one is finally able to train and use Mana. But that still didn't even change the situation he was in, it even made things worse. Since he was able to train in the use of Mana, why couldn't the others in the orphanage. Since the others were able to use Mana it only brought the bullying to higher standards and worse experiences for Polemos.
Polemos had continued to endure all the violence, hate, and torture til he was sixteen, when one is considered an adult and must leave the orphanage and contribute to the tribe.
"Why do I need to do or give anything to them, when all I was ever given was hate and abuse for Gods knows why?" Polemos asked out loud to himself in lamentation.
Even after he left the orphanage the torture and abuse would still continue, especially from the one who would bullied him the most, Alyan.
"Do you think that just because we all became adults that means anything's changed, Polemos hahahaha, no it'll never change." Alyan laughed out loud and his group of followers copied after him.
"Yeah you think anything's changed, ha then you're dumber than you already look."
"Pfft, you think we will leave you alone, ha then you have another thing coming."
"What should we do first, oh I know! Why don't we throw him into the insect pit again, the way he screamed was just pure ecstasy!"
Polemos just lowered his head and said nothing in response. When he tried previously they would just increase the amount of torture or beatings that they gave him.
Alyan and the others roared with laughter, until the head of the orphanage yelled at them.
"Shut your damn mouths, do you think this is a joke! Becoming an adult is considered as a step to bigger, better things if you fight for it. And as long as you do your duty and contribute to the tribe then you'll reach heights only the Gods could fear." The head continued to say but, everyone else was to focused on one thing, which was to torture Polemos.
Even after the many years of abuse and torture, Polemos was only able to reach the Apprentice Acolyte second stage in Mana. When everyone else in the orphanage was able to reach the fourth stage or higher. Polemos had no real time to train or focus on the control of his Mana. He mostly had to endure the constant pain, and focus on healing, the only plus side if one could consider it a plus was that Polemos's toughness and mentally was strengthened.
"...And since all of you have reached the age of sixteen, by the standards and customs of the nomadic tribe you are all considered an adult. And will do what you can to help contribute to the strength of the tribe." The head finally finished his speech.
Cheers sounded in the massive tent that all the now adults of the tribe were in, and as a gift all of them were given their own personal tents. Not everyone got the same tent as the others, some got Intermediate Acolyte low ranked tents, some even got Apprentice Acolyte low ranked tents. When it was Polemos's turn he wasn't even given a ranked tent at all, it was torn in some places and there were patches everywhere.
"Well would you look at that, isn't that tent perfect for the piece of filth that you are, Polemos." Alyan said as he put his arm around Polemos's neck and pulled him close.
"We have an even better gift to give you later after this is over, if you try to run or hide it'll only be worse so you better be grateful." Alyan hissed in his ear and then shoved him aside while laughing.
Polemos didn't say anything and only tried to prepare himself for what was to come, because he knew it wasn't going to be 'fun.' Polemos grabbed his tent and started to leave the massive tent, awaiting what was going to happen and hoped that he would be able to move his body when he woke up the next day.
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After an entire year flew by after the graduation to adulthood for everyone else but, what felt like years for Polemos, was finally turning seventeen after enduring months and months of hell. Polemos was even able to reach the Apprentice Acolyte third stage during his months and months of hell. He had done whatever he could in order to contribute to the tribe but all that was given to him or he could find was work that even the slaves wouldn't even take, but Polemos had to do what he could to survive.
When he was finally done for the day from his work for the tribe, and was heading to his 'tent' to rest and start all over again, he wasn't able to notice that the path to his home was blocked because of the little amount of energy he had. When he did notice, it was only when he heard someone call out his name which made him flinch.
"Heeeeey, Polemos, why the long face, aren't you supposed to be happy or at least a little bit energetic? I mean, it is your birthday today isn't it, come on put a smile on that face." Alyan laughed, his face full of mocking while his arms folded across his chest. His group of followers continued behind him.
"Yeah, shouldn't you be full of joy and thanking us for even coming to even see you, right?"
"I mean aren't we his best friends? Why isn't he even greeting us?"
"Hey Polemos, why aren't you greeting your best friends, I mean, come on, we are here to help you 'celebrate' your birthday right?"
They then all roared with laughter and mocking, faces full of disdain and eyes that looked down on everyone.
"Why are you here Alyan? Why would you even care about something so insignificant as my so-called date of birth?" Polemos questioned Alyan as he had a horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach.
"Why to celebrate your birthday of course, why else would we be here. Wait I misspoke, what I meant to say was we're here to celebrate your 'final' birthday." Alyan responded like a God judging someone lower than himself.
"WHAT!?! What do you mean." Polemos was both shocked and scared as the feeling in his stomach got worse and things started to get colder.
Alyan started to laugh like a madman.
"It's exactly as I said it's your final birthday, because I've decided to do what should have happened years ago." His face was serious but his eyes were colder than ice.
"Don't let him leave, beat him til he's barely able to respond or breathe. Then bury him in the sand, no one will miss you Polemos and even worse for you is, no one would even care." Alyan gave out his order with indifference like stomping on an ant.
"Why, why are you doing this? I've done noth-."
Before Polemos could finish speaking, one of Alyan followers didn't hesitate to follow his command and threw a punch right to Polemos's jaw, and from then on, things went a little fuzzy for Polemos.
He was only able to hear the mocking laughter as he was stomped, punched, and hit with Mana spheres and common ranked spells all over his body. When the beatings finally stopped which felt like hours, Polemos was barely even conscious before he was buried alive, and heard the disdainful laughter of Alyan and the mocking laughter of his followers as they started to bury him under the sand.
When Polemos' consciousness was about to finally fade away to nothing, Jason's soul came flying in from the void.
As Jason found himself in a new body the first thing he experienced was shock, then next both pain and fear. Because as his new life or reincarnation started, buried in freaking sand, as he dug and clawed his way to the surface with bloody and cracked hands.
When Jason finally reached the surface and took in the sweet breath of fresh air in his new life he was shocked to see that there were two moons in the night sky, it was then that he truly noticed that he was no longer in his original world.
"Where in the Gods am I???" Was the only thing he said before his body just collapsed in the sand from exhaustion.