*Year 315 after the death of the hero Gizon, Valentine's Day. Strange columns of light were observed worldwide. These lights weren't visible to ordinary humans, but psykers and Kalibur detection satellites detected a massive energy spike. At that moment, only a handful of people on the planet suspected what had just happened. The light shone intensely for a good minute, a minute that seemed to last for hours, then faded away. At the national cemetery of Kingstone in the Kingdom of Zenith, there were sword columns by each grave. Among these swords were those that once belonged to the national hero, Lord Phoenix Gizon Barrett (currently Olsen). Facing him was a high school girl and about a dozen guards. As the light faded, the young boy who had served as a vessel was no more; now, Gizon was in control.*
-Lo... Lord Gizon... Is it you?
*The man looked at his hand, touched his face, and looked around. He felt completely disoriented, with the only thing he still remembered being his two swords planted in the ground; that was his only reference point in this world.*
-Where am I? *He calmly asked.*
-Oh my God, it's really him.
*The girl and her entourage immediately prostrated themselves before him.*
-Lord Gizon, forgive my impoliteness. I am Stacy Gawain of the knight family of the same name. I am also a psyker like you, and I am here to...
-I don't give a damn about all that. *He interrupted while touching his face.* The last thing I remember... I took a nap right here leaning against my weapons.
-I understand your confusion; it's just that...
-Where are the trees around?
-The... trees? *She asked, surprised.*
-Yes, the trees. Are we speaking the same language?
-Oh, yes, the trees. Well, they were cut down... to make space.
*Gizon raised an eyebrow as the girl looked up. She could see a kind of disgust in his eyes.*
-Are you kidding me? Do you know how many trees there were in Malakye? And you dared to cut down the trees exactly where I sleep. *He yelled, annoyed.* I mean, who are these lunatics? By the way, how long did I sleep? And why does my voice sound weird?
*One of the men in black stood up, an old man with gray hair and a thin mustache, around fifty, dressed in a gentleman's suit. He politely bowed before the hero.*
-My name is Heraud Hitchcock, my lord, and I am the butler of the Gawain family. You are currently at the national cemetery of Kingstone. You died here, and we brought you back to life.
*Gizon looked at him with wide eyes, then burst into laughter. The people in front of him exchanged looks, not knowing what to do themselves.*
-Ok, ok, so you cut down the trees to make space. And to bury other people next to me?
-Ahem... indeed? *Hitchcock replied, surprised by his own answer.*
*Gizon walked up to him with crossed arms and stared at him with an astonished look.*
-You guys are out of your minds.
-With everything I just told him, he cares about the trees we uprooted? What a strange character *Hitchcock thought.* Besides, I don't feel any psychic power even being one meter away from him.
-Are you trying to sense my power, huh?
-Huh? *The old man was surprised.*
-Don't try, kid; it's like trying to see the air you breathe.
-Did he just call Hitchcock a kid? He's really the Scarlet Lord. *The guards murmured.*
-You, girl. Did you bring me back to life?
-Yes. *She replied enthusiastically.*
*She received a massive blow to the head from Gizon, surprising everyone. The girl got up with tears in her eyes and a confused look, just to face the hateful gaze of the hero.*
-You damn fool, I finally managed to have some peace. Do you know how much of a nightmare life has been for me? A perpetual fight without end since my birth. Fight, fight, fight, that's what I've been doing. I only had three years of vacation in my entire life. My death should have marked the end of all that, so when it came to me, I was more than happy, you know what I mean? And you bring me back to life?
*A reddish aura began to envelop him.*
-I'm going to smash your head, you fake brunette. I have memories of this body coming back to me, you know?
*But Hitchcock intervened, trying to calm him.*
-Lord Gizon, please, give us time to explain...
-There's nothing to explain. *He yelled even more irritated.* Kill me back right know, and make it quick.
-Wait... I'm sorry, but considering who you are, it would take a battalion of people like me just to scratch you.
-Ah... Ah yeah, you got a point *he thought out loud.*
-Lord Gizon. *Stacy said.*
-Shut up, or I'll make a mess. *He said in a muffled voice.*
*The ground was already trembling beneath them, but once again, Hitchcock calmed the hero.*
-Okay, I'll calm down because you have good manners, kid.
-I didn't think the first Psyker would have such a strange personality. *She whispered to her butler.* I spent my childhood studying all the books about him, trying to understand his way of thinking, trying to figure out what to say to him when I met him. And... And... He hates me.
-Courage, madam; you will overcome this trial.
-Our ancestor hates me. *She said on the verge of tears.*
-Courage.
-Hey, kid. *He said aloud.* Can I at least know why you brought me back to life?
*The young blonde gathered her courage and began to speak.*
-You died 315 years ago now.
-Ah. Someone finally mentioned a date.
-Peace and prosperity have now returned to the world. Malakye has become a sacred land where many go on pilgrimage.
-What? 300 years? Has nature at least reclaimed its rights in Malakye? *He asked eagerly.*
*Unfortunately, it was the first honest smile he had. However, the girl looked away.*
-Sorry, but the pollution from Kalibur crystals was too dense. Malakye is now a dead land.
-What... *His smile disappeared for a tougher expression.* Tch... Go on.
-Many things have happened; nations have succeeded each other, empires have collapsed. We are currently...
-Spare me the history lesson and get to the point.
*He was running out of patience. She exchanged a look with her butler and then faced her ancestor.*
-Well, 80 years ago, an expedition found a new Kalibur crystal on an island north of Malakye. The island is called Naraka.
-Hm, it sounds déjà vu.
-Scientists and alchemists studied the portal and managed to open a gateway to the chaos world.
*Gizon's gaze went from neutral to surprised, then to anger, and finally, he smiled*.
-Do... Don't worry; we have control over the portal... Or we had it. We could open and close it at will, thanks to specialized machines. Unfortunately, we haven't been able to close it for a year now. The monsters coming out of it are becoming more numerous and more powerful. According to experts, it's only a matter of time before...
-Stop. *He said annoyed.* Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, you... You reopened the portal *he said in a muffled voice.*
-I didn't currently; it's...
-You opened the portal? *He asked in an even lower voice.*
*Stacy started to sweat as he approached her.*
-Have you a slighest idea of many things, how many species, how many different races I had to kill to close that damn portal?
-I... I...
-I bet the number hasn't even been invented yet.
-I'm sorry; I didn't know...
-No, you're not. *He yelled.*
*Stacy felt shivers running down her spine as the pressure increased.*
-You resurrect me in a world I know nothing about, in a body that's not mine, and you expect me to help you solve your problems when you're perfect strangers?
-Perfect strangers...
*Tears began to flow on the girl's cheeks as the butler rushed to hug her.*
-Lord Gawain, this girl is your...
-I've heard enough. Since this body isn't mine, I'd like to know where the one who was in it is.
-He must have ended up in limbo since your spirit is more powerful.
-So, you sacrificed him. What a mentality these days.
-It was necessary to bring you back. So that you...
-For what? *He yelled, turning toward them.* Hitchcock, I was fine where I was. My life was at its end, and now you want me to help you because you idiots can't handle your own crap? Go to hell.
*He turned on his heels, and a red aura and lightning surrounded him.*
-L... Lord Gizon, wait. You don't understand. If you don't help us, humanity is doomed. *Stacy screamed in tears.*
*He turned his head in their direction and coldly stared at Stacy.*
-In my time, no one summoned anyone. Figure it out yourselves.
*Then he took off, causing a huge crater in the ground and destroying the sword sanctuary in the process. He flew into the sky like a red star and quickly moved away.*
-Damn, I knew I should have ensured the succession. It serves me right for dying like an idiot.
*End of the chapter*