Click...
Click...
Like the fading strokes of a withering clock. Series of clicking sound echoes softly within this average room as hanging trinkets struck themselves sweetly. Faint blue and golden lights were released from the polished trinket gems. They illuminated this room and it's grey terraced floor dimly. The mossy corners of the grey floor presented to look as though an abandoned chamber. However, within such desolate scenario able to dispirit anyone's soul, A figure laid unconsciously on the rough floor.
Click...
What was that sound? As the rattles got to the young man's ear, A sudden chill flows down his spine. An electrifying feeling enveloping skin pores. The fair tip of a firm finger flexs. Chest rising, the discomforting aches around Lyriel's body made it impossible for him to move a limb talk more of trying to discern the sound's source. The rattling sound however becomes persistent that it forces the laying figure to shift to his side.
"Ugh... "
Click...
Where am I? This was probably the umpteenth time Lyriel asked such question in his head. What was that sound? Why did he feel like an elephant? Could he not just die, and die in peace? Ignoring another pang through his waist, Lyriel managed to open his eyes. With furrowed brows, he beheld a trinket covered ceiling.
Ugh...
Lyriel winced when a single glitter of colour gems entered his eyes. He immediately squinted his eyes, muttering curses. He painfully turned his face to the side. Unfortunately, the sharp light had hazed his sight for a moment. He lifted a dusty hand and rubbed his eyes as they watered.
While feeling the awkward bumps press against his side, Lyriel tried to focus his gaze once more. What was this? Despite the bleakness of the environment, somehow a brightness disoriented Lyriel's eyes. It was asif his eyes had only opened since ages. It made him perplexed.
The mixture of bright and dim hues merged together. Slowly, they molded in place to unfurl a room. Blinking, Lyriel accessed the area after his vision gradually crisped.
Vines covered walls revealed themselves ahead of the man's eyes. Beneath them were layers of green coloured mosses and feather-like grasses. A metre above the walled twists of green vines— sat a half opened window. As the daylight seeped in through the opened lid, the room became more and more alive.
What the?...
Lyriel panicked. In a haste to sit on the stony terraced floor, his elbows scrapped the rough surface of the floor and blood tainted the skin. They dotted the ground.
Tch! Lyriel ignored the stinging pain to glance around. Stopping, his eyes met a pair of raised fair slight wrists. Doused in paleness, this hands were really unrecognizable to Lyriel. This was some dream... Right? Clearly, he was much more active than he was earlier. yet more confused.
' How am I alive?' The last thing Lyriel remembered was dying right after that betrayer of a girlfriend ditched him. How come he was alive, and fleshed, and...
The void scene played in his mind. Lyriel froze.
"What?"
The room was ghost-quiet as though allergic to the sound of a single pin drop. The clicking sound had ceased but the dimness was still lingering. In as much as Lyriel wanted to believe that he was dreaming, he couldn't still wrap his head around the unnatural thought that was unfolding. His sitting figure blinked. He processed the thought with trembling fingers.
Lyriel had transmigrated into a new world in another body.
He had just stolen the body of another.
Like a thief snatching the most precious household's treasure and guilt gnawed at him. How was he even able to do such? Lyriel could be a drug dealer, but not a sorcerer. Besides, no matter how messed up his life was occupying another's body would be his last pursuit. It didn't make sense... It was not even theoretically possible?!
His gaze calmly fell on the grey floor with moss patches. A throaty cough sounded. Lyriel felt a corner of his chest tighten. This was unbelievable!
Certaryia was currently the name of the worlds he resided in. Human beings as well as other mythical creatures resided within this fictional world. While elves and dwarves dwelled within their magical lands, faunians(beastlike race) and rare mystical creatures harboured their niches. Each tapped into the general source of energy called "Mana" for the utilizations of their force.
It was just like those webnovel serial stories Lyriel would usually read online: where a character dies only to transmigrate into a different world, and start a life afresh. They were fictitious and for entertainment. Lyriel never believed them to be true.
Far in the eastern lands of Elthe'am, where the sun sets, resided a certain family. The Tharagon's dwelled within the local town of Mythren.
The original owner of this body was Lyriel Neil Tharagon. The second son of Mr and Mrs Renald Tharagon. The Local chieftain assigned to control the local affairs of Mythren.
Lyriel, together with his two other siblings, grew up in the care of their mother. They had lost their father at childhood during a mission he undertook with the Elyrian Alliance Academy. Disappearing without a trace, the family were told to mourn the loss. While wiping off every memories of the deceased man.
Years passed, and the bitterness of starvation visited the family. With the main source of income gone, it wasn't unusual for the situation to become unbearable. The money their mother realized from her laundry trade could barely sustain the family. The days grew dreary. Lyriel's elder brother had managed to secure a job as a blacksmith within one of the local unions. However, although the pays were really meagerly, the young man and his family appeared to be contented with it.
On the other hand, Lyriel Neil was discontented. One would rather not say he was discontented but a bit of an achiever. The young man was overambitious. He wondered how in a world filled with both powerful men and women all he could be was a blacksmith whom made iron sing? The recruits within the Elyrian Alliance Academy were paid even thrice than them! How unacceptable!
Somehow, the young man managed to convince both his mother and brother into enrolling him into a guild, despite the traumatic event that followed their father's demise. Although the guild agreed out of condolences, the academy itself never accepted candidates without golden cores. Worse of all, Lyriel couldn't even pass a single trial, at the same time caused a scene with another candidate: All this together fueled his expulsion!
Adding salt to wound, It hadn't been long since Lyriel hopelessly joined the blacksmith unions when their youngest sister fell ill. A rare ailment of mana deficiency. While this happened, the sore complains of the townfolks began to grow as there was an increase in the amount of their incoming taxes. Not even a day would pass without the people knocking against the bars of the dreading family, seeking reconsideration.
Lyriel's brows twitches in severe disdain. These people. How inconsiderate could they just be even after realizing the family's condition? It wasn't like the family had any authority over it, nor even benefited from the damn post!?
Cruel...
Other than watching their youngest sister die, Lyriel chose to travel the distant lands. While his elder remained to settle the ruckus, he journeyed towards Geths across the snowy mountains and hazardous woods. Where he got the cure.
Consequentially, the carriage on his way home had faced bandits within there. They attacked the carriage, slaughtering every single being as they stole fortunes. Lyriel was barely lucky. He fled through the trees with a dagger buried within his chest.
Then, he stumbled upon an abandoned shrine. Though safe, but the dagger that pierced his chest had affected his heart as well. He managed to remove the blade but not cope with a marred heart. He died two days later after lying in an unconscious state.
'And then I took over' Recalling the event back in the grim void, Lyriel still finds it hard to believe. He glanced around only when he finished checking through the ash tunic he wore. The injury had miraculously healed, what left a reddish scar.
Even his injury healed?
The dozen of twinkling trinkets blinked over his head and stony terraced floor beneath him. The longer one stared at them. Like stars, they somehow appeared as though the hanging trinkets were in a competition to impress an unknown guest with who's glimmer flicked brighter. This thought lightened Lyriel's mood a bit. This unusual shrine didn't fail to captivate Lyriel's attention as well.
Rusty vases lined the walls, behind him sat a large molded statute with a leg crossed above the other. Both hands placed on each lap, it sat in a meditating posture. The male statue had his features patched by green mosses. But the long spread of his carved hair covered the walls behind him elegantly and gracefully. And there was a mirthful look the statue held, gazing down at Lyriel.
Lyriel didn't need to guess much. This abandoned shrine was probably a prayer house towards this statue.
Somehow, Lyriel still couldn't believe he had transmigrated...