Stars shimmering in the clear night sky above the mountain shrouded in an eerie silence.
A slender woman with long black hair wearing a simple white dress is sprinting through the woods, holding her son's small hand tightly in hers. Their breaths are heavy, their hearts pounding, and their bodies trembling. The boy's eyes darting through the shadows, searching for the source of their fear.
Suddenly, a wolf-like figure, cloaked in darkness, emerges from the shadows, its eyes burning with malevolence.
Hot on its heels, It lunges at them.
With a desperate burst of strength, she pushes her son away. The force knocks him off balance, and he sprawls to the ground.
As he twists around, his eyes widen in horror.
The monster is pinning his mother beneath it, blood spraying as its jaws close around her. The sickening sound of bones shattering and flesh tearing fills the night air.
The boy freezes, his body rigid like a statue. His fists clench so tightly that his knuckles whiten, as if releasing them would unleash a torrent of blood.
Tears well up in his eyes as he hears his mother's final, barely audible words, "Must… live… on…"
Rosh, a 15-years-old boy jolts awake in bed, heart pounding. His chest heaves with each breath, and beads of sweat drip from his short black hair, clinging to his forehead.
"That dream again," he mutters, voice trembling slightly.
He groans the feeling of the dream still fresh in his mind, and drags himself to the bathroom.
he steps into the shower, " Mom... Dad... why did it have to be you?" The words slip out in a whisper.
"As he calms down, he continues, 'If only I were stronger...
What should I do, brother? Your last words still linger in my memories, and now my parents as well. This world is unfair.
I'm Rosh, a reincanator. I was born 16 years ago. I don't remember much about my previous life, just fragments.
Like the memories of my kind-hearted elder brother,Aadil. His face is nothing more than a blur in my memories."
His hands grip the edge of the sink, "My parents in this world were kind... Kind beyond words. I was the happiest when I was with them. Until that day..." His voice breaks.
"When I was 9, they were killed by monsters." He lets the water run over him, feeling the tension in his muscles ease.
He steps out of the shower and puts on clothes," after that day, I swore to take revenge. The guilt of being powerless that day only intensified in the last 6 years."
On his way to the dining table, he murmurs to himself, "Today is the day I have been waiting for. The day of awakening.
Today, everyone who turned 16, awakens their dormant abilities."
In the dining room, Jareen, a fit woman in her 40s with long brown hair is busy at the stove.
She is wearing a white shirt and black pants.
Clara, the same age as Rosh, with an athletic build and long black hair, is already seated, dressed in a simple white outfit.
Jareen glances at him as she flips the omelet, "Up early today, Rosh? Too excited to sleep?"
Rosh nods, "Yeah, really excited. What about you Clara?"
Clara: "Duh, of course, I'm excited. Who wouldn't be, it's awakening day."
As Jareen hands them the omelet, "Alright, Both of you, eat up and get ready. We need to depart for the center soon."
On the drive to the center, A few centuries ago, the world was rocked by a worldwide earthquake. It was so intense that people thought it was the end of the world.
But instead appeared the Portals, massive, gate-like structures across the world.
These portals connected this world to another dimension, IMERA, a world developed by magic.
Over time, mystical energies leaked into the o earth through portals, and people adapted to use magic through awakening."
They arrive at the awakening center, a massive field encircled by rows of spectator stands, much like a stadium. Above the center of the field, a large white crystal floats, glowing faintly.
The field is buzzing with participant's chatter.
Jareen instructs, "You two head to the field. I'll be in the spectators' area."
As they join the crowd, Clara notices Rosh trembling slightly and nudges him, "Nervous?"
He forces a grin, "A bit."
Moments later, an official clad in a flowing white robe and holding a wand steps onto the stage, "Attention, everyone. The awakening ritual is about to begin."
He raises his wand, and the crystal above the field begins to glow brighter. A wave of light pulses outward, creating a dome of light, enveloping all the participants.
As soon as the light touches them, their bodies begin to radiate distinct auras, each one glowing with a color.
Mana, also known as Aura is divided into 6 types.
White
Green
Blue
Red
Golden
and Black.
White, green, blue, and red mana are naturally present in the atmosphere.
Golden aura represents the divine energy that's bestowed upon a chosen few.
Black mana, however, is the essence of death. It is emitted by the bodies of the deceased.
Rosh closes his eyes as a dark aura wraps around him.
And in an instant, Knowledge of dark arts and Necromancy floods his mind.
Scenes of dark rituals and forbidden spells flash before his eyes.
Then suddenly, he finds himself floating in a pitch-dark void.
Before him, looms a gigantic humanoid dark shadow, so massive that even its fingers dwarf him.
Just as he gazes up at it, the shadow's eyes lock onto him.
A paralyzing fear grips him, his body freezes, breathing stops and eyes widen in terror.
In the next heartbeat, he finds himself back on the field. Participants around him glaring at him with disgust in their eyes.
"Was that dark aura?"
"Poor him, awakened dark aura."
"Don't look at him, you will get bad luck." Whispers ripple around him."
Clara standing beside him, grabs his arm and pulls him close, "Bro, ignore them. Let's go to mum."
As they leave, he catches glimpses of reporters surrounding a single participant, A blonde muscular girl, radiating an intense golden aura.
"Is it true? A golden aura awakener?"
"Yeah, I saw it too. She is blessed by god." He overheard the murmurs of the excited crowd.
On their way to Jareen, Clara asks, "So, What abilities did you awaken, Rosh?"
Rosh responds, his voice barely above a whisper: "...Necromancy. What about you, Clara?"
Clara: "Ohh, I awakened mana manipulation, healing, and shield."
Rosh: "That's pretty good abilities."
Clara, in an excited tone "Not really, you awakened Necromancy, like power over death.
That's cool, bro.
And ignore everyone, You awakened great ability, understand."
He smiles hearing her words, "Thanks, Clara. I needed that."