That place seemed completely forgotten, nothing but trees could be seen in the whole place, it was like a green ocean, completely silent except for the falling leaves and the whisper of the wind.
In that mysterious forest, a young man was lying on the ground with his eyes closed, he seemed to be asleep or unconscious. He stood out because of his jet black hair and a small scar on his left eyebrow.
It took an unknown amount of time before he finally began to open his eyes.
- "Mmmh... So bright..." He muttered, as the sun's rays passing through the trees hit his face.
Finally, he stood up from the ground, looking around. Now standing, the man appeared to be about 175cm tall, his hair reached to his waist and his eyes were a beautiful emerald green. A handsome man of about 21 years old.
-"Where the hell am I? Just a moment ago I was in... Huh? Where was it?" he put a hand to his head, desperately trying to remember.
- "I don't remember anything! What the fuck is going on?" he began to lose his cool, unable to remember anything. Suddenly, he felt a stabbing pain in his head, and after a moment, he experienced a strange sense of calm, as if his earlier despair was a lie.
- "What was that? I feel very calm all of a sudden... No, never mind. I must find out where I am and why."
The man began to look around and could see nothing but trees, fallen leaves and the sun in the sky. The place was frighteningly silent, no living animal or creature of any kind could be seen, heard or felt.
- "A forest, uh. Though I feel like it looks familiar for some reason... UGHH" Again, he felt another intense headache, this time much more intense than the last, and he could feel himself slowly falling to the ground.
Along with the pain, what seemed to be a series of images-No, memories began to appear in his head.
The scenery changed completely, the trees were replaced by a gloomy training ground, spears, swords and wooden shields were all over the place, some with the blade broken and others with just the pommel.
In such a place were two people: a boy of no more than 8 years old, whose body was covered with bruises and tattered clothes, holding a wooden sword. And a beautiful woman with the same color hair, but with mysterious amethyst eyes. She was very young, around 26 years old.
Like the boy, she was also holding a wooden sword, with the "slight" difference that no scratches could be seen on her body, only some torn parts of her clothes.
- "That's it? You're just going to give up? Get up." Said the woman in a cold tone.
-"..." The boy's body trembled a little at the woman's tone, but he shook his head and stood up unsteadily, brandishing his sword.
- "Very well, that's more like it." An almost imperceptible smile crossed the woman's face as she saw the boy struggle. "Get ready, here I come!" she said, pouncing on the boy.
- "¡¡!!" The boy stood on guard, barely deflecting the approaching sword. He responded with a side slash, but was easily blocked by the woman. - "Predictable." She said, and immediately attacked with the flat of the sword at the boy's head.
- "Ouch!" From the pain, the boy fell to the ground. As he rubbed his head, tears began to fall down his face.
- "Don't cry, you're a man, you should be able to take more than that." Said the woman as she approached the boy.
- "But! You hit my head and it hurts so much!" - The boy began to cry louder.
-*Sigh* "It's okay, I'm sorry. Don't cry anymore, mommy is here." Said the woman as she knelt down and stroked the boy- Or rather, her son, where she hit him.
-hmm" nodded the boy as he looked at his mother.
- "Listen, Kael, this world is full of dangers that won't stop and won't hesitate to kill you even if you cry. You must be stronger, strong enough so that nothing and no one can hurt your loved ones..."
FWHOOS
Suddenly, the memory is interrupted and his mother disappears. Now, he was in what appeared to be an audience chamber, extravagantly decorated with precious jewels and gold. Seated on a throne encrusted with diamonds, was an old man who did not look at all affected by age; black hair with hints of gray, a handsome face and muscles that could not be hidden beneath his fine clothes, and most striking of all-golden eyes, as if they were little suns.
The old man looked at the boy, now an adult as if he were facing a bag of manure, nothing but contempt and disgust could be seen through his golden eyes.
After a while, with obvious disgust, the old man spoke:
-"Kael, you are a disgrace to our distinguished family, a scum who should not even have been born. Do you understand what I am saying? Your actions have done nothing but bring dishonor to our family name." -The old man smiled slightly contemptuously;
-"From this day forward, you will be stripped of our family name, you do not deserve it. You will be thrown into the depths of the Cursed Forest. Who knows, maybe you'll get lucky and be devoured by a beast?"-the old man said in a cold tone.
-The young man only remained silent, biting his lip in frustration.
-I declare that as of today, Kael, you will no longer be part of the *** Family!