I had participated in many wars as one of the Seven Generals; The Black King.
The grand battle between Eloinor, The land of Elves.
The 'Blue Massacre' of Deachao, The Sanctuary of the Dead.
The 'Rising Spectrum' of Warfrost, The Valley of Mist Fields
These are some of the battles that I had partaken in for my country, Menoiades.
They were historical battles, written on many history books of different nations, especially on my motherland. It highlights the country's pride; 'Magic Seven', also known as the Generals of Menoiades.
Written there is how we fought enemies left and right, how we led our armies to victory without our king's presence. How we fought fearlessly, charging into troops with our mighty swords and making them surrender with the overwhelming power that we were emitting.
Menoiades' enemies wants to turn and run with how much large battles we managed to win. Some even decided to make an alliance in hoping that their nation won't suffer the same fate as the others.
Even if we have the capability, there were still despite lingering on our backs, not from one of ours, but from the jealous countries that wished for Menoiades' downfall. They say that that we're lucky, or maybe even blessed.
That is true, The Triad of Deities had bestowed their power on the seven of us to protect our people from harm's way.
But it wasn't easy.
We're not superhumans, even if we had been considered as one; or even called as 'geniuses'. We had to train hard, from dusk to dawn, even in the night. The Gods' powers wasn't just easy as breathing.
Blood, Sweat, Tears. That is what we have. We trained hard to the core, kept swinging our weapons, killing predators barehanded, healing our own sickness and surviving everyday.
It was hard, especially for me. I was only thirteen the time I received the Triad Gods' blessing, not even an adult.
When I was younger, I thought about how annoying it was for everything to be handed to me so easily, placing their hardworks on my hands and throwing their efforts under my name.
I think, 'Was it that easy?', for a person to throw what they made for higher-ranking people just for them to be recognized?
I understand, my family was a noble, even favoured by the royal family, and many would like to be under them. But I cannot know why they would go in such lengths even when they have the talent to make names for themselves.
People have their own unique abilities, they just need time for it grow. You do not need others to control you and make profits from your work.
As I grew over time, I learned more about the world I lived in. I grew on a humble adobe, but I had grown along with a small ego, being a noble and all.
I decided to give it a try.
And it was easy.
Whatever I had partaken it, whether it be craftsmanship, historical writing, etiquette classes, swordsmanship, everything. It was all easy.
I am confident about my abilities. I know what I lack and what I have and I can always improve, but I can never help myself and think, 'Am I above?'
My teachers say that I'm a genius, definitely better than the others, but it was lacking.
It's not enough, It wasn't enough, my efforts wasn't enough to satisfy my greed for answers and power.
Mother says I'm weird, but I know she meant well, I too know I'm different. I am hungry, hungry for a progress in my life.
Life was easy for me, that's what most will want to have, but under me, it's not.
Life was boring, until, suddenly, it wasn't.
When I 'awakened', the term used for the people who received the Triad Gods' blessings, I noticed how oblivious I was for thinking it.
This world isn't easy to live in.
Maybe it was because I was born in the upper-class that I didn't notice how much people were suffering. How they wanted to be what I am, to be in my place.
My naive, little brain thought that life is boring when in reality, it was difficult.
What I believed in before was nothing but a fantasy, because the real thing was right in front of my eyes.
Thirteen years, thirteen years ago, my life is just black and white, so full and void of colors. But after I got the Triad's blessings, it suddenly bloomed with pretty flowers.
What awaits for me is many difficulties and hardships, but... it's satisfying.
Because the roaring beast inside me finally decided to settle in.
Until suddenly, my path had taken an unexpected course.
Death.
The one who has taken my life was something that I did not expect to.
It happened all of a sudden. Despite me being one of the strongest, I was thrown off guard of how cunning they had planned this. They're aim was me all along, to get rid of the 'King of all Kings' that was being a threat to their very kingdom.
Ha, but to expect such a move from the 'two-faced king'? who would have thought that the ignorant and arrogant man would have planned this.
But no. That bastard was not smart enough to think of such a strategy, especially since they had used the 'sword of catastrophe' to stab me on a vital - my heart. There is a mastermind behind his actions – the kingdom's sudden declare of war. Since when did the spineless jerk participated on any wars that his kingdom made?
Even if I planned on taking revenge, for me to figure out who is the puppeteer that is pulling the strings, I can't, what can a dead man even do anyway? wiggle on his grave?
What I do is futile, there is no use crying over spilt milk as they said. The only good thing I can accept is that I dragged 'king Vernon' with me in.
Death comes on different ways, mine was unfortunately too early, as long as I didn't get stabbed from the back then fine, if it was the other way, that person might be calling the devil.
Since my job is done, I wouldn't mind letting my body rest and mind too, praying for a peaceful enternal sleep as I have done my duty.
That was the plan originally.
"Hm... child, you seemed to be too young to die."
"Of course he is! He's only twenty-four!"
"You two, shut up."
'Even in after life... sigh, when will I ever achieve peace?' I rubbed my forehead, ignoring the supposedly 'Triad of Gods' that the world had worship seriously fight like children.
My hair color is white, and since it's white, I don't have to worry about getting the hair of oldness, but they might fall.
The four of us were sitting on a large transparent table - presumably made of high-class glass - with chairs made out of glittering diamonds. I am sitting on the end and the deities are on the other.
The scenario was nothing but the colour peach and gold shiny floating lights. This is the place where the first humans of Gods called 'Golden Sovereign', there is nothing much into it, but when you observe closely, this void is just a barrier to prevent any other but the gods from going inside.
And me, on my uniform and armor with the bloodstains of the enemies' blood on me, my short white hair that had two longer strands on front being messy, my dusty purple eyes gleaming and my hands twitching ever so patiently as I watched them battle.
This place could have mesmerized me by how powerful the magic it was oozing but no. The sight in front of me just made my blood pressure flare.
'I'm in front of the people who made the world, you must not lose your patience Aries.'
Then, the deity 'Chandra of Essence' coughed on to his palm, taking all of our attention and probably my annoyance too.
He smiled up to me, blood-red eyes full of knowledge shining and staring on my own pair. Just like what those textbooks had describe, they were incredibly sharp and observant.
'He reminds me of Mythril, mischievous bastard.'
"So," Chandra started, voice full of authority as the other gods stopped their argument.
"You must be... confused, child."
"Confused is one way to put what I am feeling, but yes, yes I am." my reply came way too fast for my liking and commenting on my mistake might anger him, so, just give me the summary of what's happening and get me out of here.
On my surprised, he's not what the textbook explained his patience to be. Chandra laughed, black hair tossing a side as he crossed his arms, almost like he was amused by my reply.
The other god – on his left side, snorts, shaking her head and whispered something to Chandra's ear, a whisper I can hear clearly. My ears twitched.
"See, I told you Chandra, we didn't make a wrong choice, look at how he sounded so nonchalant, if it were any other human, they'd be bowing their heads and trembled like a new-born goat."
'It was only because how distant you guys are from what is engraved to our history. Who would have thought the mighty gods would actually act like toddlers?' my lips pulled upwards but immediately recovered on its original place.
"Yes, I know, but we must end this quickly, the council will not approve if we prolonged this at the agreed time. Save the chitchat later."
After that, they turned towards me and for the first time, greeted me.
"Since we only have very little time left, we'll make it quick. I am one of the Triad Gods, Chandra."
The other god beside him – with short blonde hair curtain styled hair, waved her hands with a smile, "I'm Mirranda, the other part of the Triad Gods."
And the last one – the purple haired god known as "And I am Akbar, the last piece of the Triad Gods." he nodded at me which I nodded back.
Chandra crossed his palms, "As you might know, you're dead."
'The god Chandra was known for being blunt about his words, and he despite lying, even if you do lie, you can't fool him, one of his trademark magic is that he can pinpoint the truth and the false.'
"Yes."
"And you might also know, that you are one of the early awaken, Black King."
They keep an eye on us very well, is this blatant favoritism?
I nodded again. Mirranda switched the conversation to her self, "Then you must know the power you hold as an early awaken."
Ah, yes yes, I very much know every single detail of it. I lay my left leg on top of my right, looking straight to her grey eyes and not once breaking contact.
"Mirranda, get straight to the point." Akbar clicked his tongue and leaned to his chair grunting and sounding bored. I already know what she's going to say, but it's never going to hurt to hear her out, right?
I narrowed my eyes, 'Temperal.' Akbar of Knowledge. Not very fitting for his title.
Mirranda flipped her off, of course, not by the finger but by using a certain skill to shut his mouth and tie his hands and his voice be gone and using words. Akbar clearly didn't like this as he flipped her off too, but by the action.
After she finished and ignored his thrashing form, she turned to me again, "I'm sorry for his behavior, gods mustn't act like this but he's kind an exception for learning manners."
"I don't mind, lady Mirranda."
"Mm... good, now, as I was saying, coming as an early awaken has it's perks."
"And?" my brow quirked upwards, "Since the council had given us permission to do whatever we please with you, Black King, you can live life again."
'You're practically asking me to live through hell again, lady.'
Chandra had this smile on his face and his eyes were closed, but I could feel his magic aura fleeing towards me.
"I'm sorry, but I'm not your typical man who would accept this and live his life thoroughly." my voice crooked. 'I'll be happy with it sure, but I'd rather not have those main character shits and privileges, I'm happy with my past life.'
Mirranda smiled, as if she had already predicted this thing already, well, maybe all of them based on their respective amused smiles, Akbar's looks like a grimace.
'Aries, you're still a naive boy. Too bad you can't have want you want at all times.'
Mirranda chuckled and I had a very bad feeling about, "Well, you don't have the power to do it, so off you go!" with her last statement, she flicked her wrist and chanted some spell on a low volume and magic came to zap me straight on my chest.
"Don't I have any choice?" I asked dryly as my body floated through the air and I begin to lose my consciousness, feeling my head getting heavier and heavier.
Mirranda cracked a grin, two rows of abnormally straight white teeth flashing to view, Chandra, beside her also gave him a sympathetic smile.
"You'll have plenty in the future, but now, go give your new mom a cute genius son."
This is not what I had planned.