I, Aiden Laymore, once known as the greatest wizard among all others, wielded knowledge that is dangerous into the hearts of many, i was known to many kingdoms and even continents. They called me the "great wizard," a title earned through years of study and mastery over arcane spells. But all of that was about to change.
It began with a simple yet harsh rumor carried on the breath of those who feared my power. They spoke of a darkness and malice that had taken root among nobles and civilians around the continent, they began fearing me, kicking me out away from their kingdoms, they create many rumors about me that traveled along the Continent like wildfire.
One by one, kingdoms turned their backs on me. What was once admiration turned to suspicion, then to outright hostility. I was branded as a threat, an enemy of the realm whose very presence cast a shadow over their fragile peace their mind clearly fears me. Betrayed by those I had sworn to protect, I found myself exiled from the lands I once called home.
Anger and sadness began rooting inside me, i asked myself "why?" every single time, i couldn't understand, why did everything turn these way?, all i wanted was to protect my homeland, but now i became a fear of all humanity.
The Council of Arcanists, once my peers and allies, now saw me as a bomb. They rumored in secret, debating my fate with scared and feared faces and heavy hearts. Accusations flew like arrows and swears aired like wind, piercing my reputation and staining my name with harsh rumor and words.
They spoke of forbidden knowledge and dangerous experiments, of spells cast with reckless abandon and consequences left unchecked, yet none was truth, but eveyone else believe of it.
I tried many times to clear my name, but none work, as the rumor kept rising and growing harsher, each place i go, glare and fearful eyes stared at me, pain in my heart thorbing with each steps, but In the end, it was my companion who delivered the final blow.
In a moment of betrayal born from fear and mistrust and Rumors, they turned against me, their loyalty shattered like glass, their loyal eyes soon turned into pure fear as the rumor took a deep root in them.
With a heart heavy with pain and sadness, I faced them in a battle that echoed throughout the land, many kingdom wrecked from the bombardment of my magic, many village plunge into Despair by my companions, they tried killing me but failing to do so as the era turned into darkness, i became a labeled "Demon lord" the world turned into pure sadness many people dying from my tyranny yet people still dare to fight me, they kept losing and losing but they still decide to keep fighting, eveyone put there blames over to me, the weak drowned in Despair, the world turned into my own in a single year, but loneliness and pain overcome me, in the end i was the one who killed myself.
pain was no more, i felt peace yet loneliness and a pure sadness, as i stared in the void, my body feeling the fatigue from the massacre, my hand filled with innocent ripe blood, my eyes drown in empty, my mind filled with question "why?" but in the end, death is always inevitable, as with one final beat of my heart, my consciousness slowly dozing off, slowly turning into a pitch block void with nothing but emptyness, with only the sound of a quite beat of my breath, my ears filled with the cries and whimpers of innocent, it was clearly fake but neverless it felt true, my body was slowly dispersing into mist, but my consciousness was still heavy, but in that moment a slowly but a peaceful blue light came upon me, with a word stating "do you wish to live? Yes or no?".