[Reincarnation Complete.]
I was thrown on the streets as a child, a tiny little thing, marked by the world and created for a life of suffering, hair, and eyes as black as the night sky, an omen of destruction, a cursed child, my end was decided from the first breath I drew.
The earth changed after the fourth war, the gods, demons, and monsters we fantasized about, they were all real, and whatever was holding them back was gone.
They descended upon us like vultures, and humanity was pushed to the brink of destruction, thankfully he heroes arrived, they tore portals to the other world and sent nearly two billion humans across.
The human race survived, as refugees in a world that did not welcome them, a world where they were ostracized and looked down on, a world where magic and fantasy were weaved in from the start.
