*YOU CAN SKIP THIS CHAPTER.*
Hello everyone. Before I begin, I want to clarify that while this writing is connected to the era I mentioned in the first chapter of the real plot, it's not directly related to that story.[still somewhat related..]
I'm writing this for fun, and I'm open to feedback. If you notice any issues, please let me know, and I'll do my best to address them.
[begin.]
Dead? No, not yet. He doesn't even know. Breathing heavily, sweat dripping from his temple to his nape, he's dying. He knows it, but... it's not over.
Standing up in an excruciatingly slow movement, muscles tensing and bones on the brink of shattering, he clings to life. Not yet, not until he accomplishes his newly formed goal: to find a power capable of opposing the gifted.
"It's not over yet," he muttered, looking upward to see a bright light. "Heaven?" he wondered before momentarily losing consciousness.
