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The Ageless Burden

🇦🇶13th_Guardian
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"The Ageless Burden" follows the harrowing journey of Aldric Voss, a 20 years old college student who finds himself inexplicably thrown into a brutal and unforgiving world. Immediately thrust into the throes of a savage conflict he finds out that he bears a unique power: immortality. No matter how grievously injured, he cannot die—he will heal from even the most horrific wounds, yet he will feel every excruciating moment of pain. In this brutal world, survival is a daily struggle where immortality becomes both a gift and a curse. As he navigates this shattered landscape, he faces relentless physical and emotional trials. Driven by a desperate need to understand his purpose, he seeks to uncover why he was chosen for this torment and what hidden truths lie behind his immortality. Each challenge brings him closer to unraveling a larger puzzle that could either redeem him or condemn him to an eternity of pain and suffering. Embark on a journey through a world where every wound heals but never truly fades, where every battle fought is a step towards understanding a destiny fraught with pain and discovery. Will he find the answers he seeks, or will the weight of his immortality crush him under its burden? Dive into This story and experience a tale of relentless endurance, where his true battles aren't just against the enemies he faces, but against the very nature of his own existence.
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Chapter 1 - Prologue

In the grim twilight of a medieval battlefield, the air crackled with the symphony of war. The sky, heavy with dark, roiling clouds, cast a shadow over the village below. Once a peaceful village nestled in the embrace of rolling hills, it was now a scene of unrelenting chaos and brutality. Flames licked the thatched roofs of homes, their warm, yellow glow swallowed by the encroaching darkness of the smoke-filled sky. The clash of steel with steel, the cries of men, and the anguished wails of the wounded formed a cacophony of despair that echoed throughout the once tranquil region.

The village's defenders, a ragtag band of soldiers clad in mismatched armor, fought desperately to stave off the advancing enemy. Their swords glinted in the firelight, and their shouts of defiance mingled with the roar of battle. They were outnumbered and outmatched, yet they fought with a grim determination, their faces set in a mask of resolve and desperation.

Amidst this maelstrom of violence and confusion, a figure with black hair materialized, seemingly from nowhere. He was a stranger to this world, an average person thrust into the heart of the conflict. The world around him was swirled in a blur of motion and sound, leaving him struggling to make sense of his sudden arrival in this nightmarish hell. His mind raced, struggling to reconcile the familiar reality of his previous life with the horrific scene unfolding before him

"What... what is this place?" he gasped, his voice barely audible over the din of battle. His heart pounded as he tried to grasp the enormity of his situation, the sight of soldiers clashing and civilians fleeing in terror adding to his disorientation.

Suddenly, an enemy soldier emerged from the tumult, his face twisted into a sneer of cold malice. The soldier's eyes locked onto his seemingly scared, crystal blue eyes. In a heartbeat, the enemy was upon him, sword raised high, the blade catching the light with a deadly shimmer. Panic surged through his veins as he tried to process the immediate threat. His instincts, screamed at him to evade the impending attack. He stumbled back, his heart pounding as he attempted to dodge the deadly strike.

But the attack was too swift. The enemy's sword slashed across his chest, the blade slicing through fabric and flesh alike.

"AHH!" A cry of agony escaped his lips as fresh blood oozed from the gaping wound. The searing pain was unlike anything he had ever known—sharp, relentless, and horrifying. His vision swam, and the world seemed to tilt as he clutched at the wound, the intensity of the pain driving him to the edge of madness.

"What's happening? Why is this happening to me?" he cried out, but his words were lost in the chaos of the battlefield.

Before he could fully process the excruciating agony, the enemy soldier's blade descended once more. He tried to defend himself with his right arm, but the sword sliced through it, cleaving through muscle and bone with horrifying ease. The pain was a blinding, unending wave that crashed over him, overwhelming his senses. His severed right arm fell to the ground, plunging him into a new torrent of suffering.

"My Arm... No!, this can't be real!" he shouted through clenched teeth, his voice raw with pain and desperation.

'I have to run! I have to get away from him!' The thought tore through his mind as he Staggered, his strength nearly spent, barely enough to keep him upright. With a semblance of sanity still clinging to him, every nerve in his body told him to flee,to put as much distance as possible between himself and the horror that sought to claim him. His movements erratic and desperate. He managed to put some distance between himself and his attacker hiding behind the wall of a burnt house, but the horror of the battlefield and the sheer agony he was enduring threatened to overwhelm him. Staring at his severed arm in disbelief, he then looked at the chaos around him—the bloodshed, the screams, the unrelenting violence. Tears of fear and confusion streamed down his face as he struggled to comprehend the nightmare he had been thrust into.

"Why am I here? What have I done to deserve this?" he sobbed, his voice cracking as he cried out into the night. Suddenly, the sound of footsteps approached from behind. He turned, trembling with dread, to see who was approaching. The sight that met his eyes was a vision of pure terror—a soldier, his face obscured by a shadowed helm, was advancing with a bloodied sword in hand. Before he could react, the sword swung in a merciless arc, and in an instant, his head was severed from his body. The world tilted as he watched the horrifying scene from a detached perspective.

His severed head fell to the ground, eyes wide with disbelief and terror. From this vantage, he could see the bloodied sword in the enemy's hand, his own headless body lying in a pool of blood, and the frantic movements of the battle continuing around him. The agony was profound, yet a strange sense of detachment began to settle over him as darkness encroached upon his vision.

Time seemed to stretch for eternity. An unnameable sensation, a blend of awareness and unconsciousness, enveloped him. The sky darkened further, and the distant sounds of battle grew faint. Amidst the encroaching void, his body began to change in a manner both alien and grotesque. Fleshy tendrils emerged from the severed neck, writhing and twitching as they reached for the head. They connected with his severed head, pulling it back toward the body with an almost mechanical precision. The process was both grotesque and mesmerizing to witness.

As the tendrils reattached his head to his body, a new arm began to grow from the stump where his right arm had been severed. The wound on his chest closed up, the gaping tear in his flesh rapidly healing at pace never before seen. The process was a grotesque spectacle of regeneration and healing. The pain, once all-consuming, began to ebb away as his body restored itself, returning to a semblance of normalcy. The storm clouds above began to rumble, and the rain began to fall, its first drops splattering against his face.

"Nooooo!" he screamed as he jolted upright, his heart pounding as if trying to escape his chest. His mind was a maelstrom of terror and confusion, the memories of pain and death lingering like a phantom. He looked down at himself, expecting to see the evidence of his suffering, but his body was whole. His chest and right arm were unmarred by injury, though his clothes torn from various places. He touched his neck and arm, feeling the smooth, unblemished skin, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

His mind raced as he tried to process the surreal events. The battlefield, the pain, the horrific death—it all seemed like a nightmare from which he had just awoken. He staggered to his feet as the rain fell steadily, washing away the blood and grime of the battlefield. The rain's cool touch on his skin was a stark contrast to the searing pain he had just felt.

With a heart heavy with dread and a mind reeling from the inexplicable ordeal, he stood alone amidst the remnants of the war-torn village. The rain continued to fall, a somber reminder of the violence that had just transpired. He looked around, the scene of devastation now eerily quiet, save for the gentle patter of the rain. The reality of his situation began to sink in, and a wave of fear and uncertainty gripped him.

As the first light of dawn broke through the slowly receding clouds, he was left with one undeniable truth: he was no longer in his world. The agony and confusion of his arrival had left him profoundly changed, and the brutal reality of this new world had only begun to reveal itself.

He sank to his knees in the mud, rain mingling with his tears. "Oh god! What... what is this place? Why am I here? Why is this happening to me?" he cried, his voice breaking with sorrow and bewilderment. The weight of his suffering, both physical and emotional, was almost too much to bear. As the rain fell around him, he knew that the path ahead would be fraught with challenges and the unending burden of his new and unknown power.