Héctor had been a man consumed by excess and arrogance, a king in his own realm of pleasures. But his reign ended abruptly on a fateful night. From the ashes of his former life emerged a new being: Inti, a majestic wolf with fur as black as the night and golden eyes that shone with an unknown power. However, this rebirth was not a simple blessing. Each ability he now possessed came with a deadly challenge, and his lack of control plunged him into an endless cycle of deaths and rebirths.
From his first awakening, Inti felt the vibrant power pulsing within him. He could transform into anything he desired, teleport to distant places, and unleash a force that bordered on the divine. Yet these gifts felt like a curse, as every attempt to control them ended in disaster.
"I must master this," he thought with determination, but his initial attempts were disastrous.
With his gaze fixed on a nearby clearing, Inti visualized teleporting there. However, instead of the familiar place, he found himself atop an active volcano. The searing heat surrounded him, the sulfur-laden air burned his lungs, and the bubbling lava threatened below his paws. Terror seized him.
"This is a mistake!" he cried as panic consumed him. In his desperation, he tried to transform into a bird to escape by flying, but the stifling heat prevented him from completing the transformation. The lava engulfed him, and he felt his skin burn and his bones disintegrate within seconds.
A flash of light surrounded him just before death, and to his surprise, Inti found himself back in the forest. His body was intact, but the experience left him scarred. The fear of his own abilities grew, though not enough to stop him.
"I have to keep trying," he murmured, attempting to calm his frustration.
On his second teleportation attempt, he focused on the moon, visualizing the silvery landscape that had fascinated him so many nights. Upon opening his eyes, he found himself on the moon's surface, where gravity was minimal and the void enveloped him. For a moment, he felt light and free, floating amidst the tranquility of space.
But the peace was short-lived. The lack of oxygen and relentless pressure suffocated him. "Not again," he thought, desperately trying to return. The pressure became too much, and his body collapsed into the vast emptiness.
When he was reborn in the forest once more, frustration gnawed at him. "Why can't I control this?" he repeated to himself. He knew each death was a lesson, but the pain of failing to master his powers weighed on him.
In the following days, he focused on his transformations. In a bold challenge to his luck, he transformed into an elephant, thinking the strength of such a large creature could protect him from any fall. However, he underestimated the speed of his change: his enormous weight dragged him from the sky to the earth, shattering him on impact with a deafening crash. His body broke into countless pieces as his vision faded into darkness.
"Each attempt brings me closer to my goal," he repeated every time he was reborn, trying to calm the growing sense of despair.
The deaths continued. Each rebirth felt like both a punishment and an opportunity. One day, while practicing teleportation, he landed on a volcano again. "Not this time," he thought, feeling the scorching heat approach. However, this time he focused, took a deep breath, and visualized the forest, the place where he was always reborn.
And for the first time, he succeeded. In the blink of an eye, he found himself back in the forest clearing. His body intact, his mind buzzing with energy. He smiled, feeling a glimmer of hope for the first time.
"I did it," he whispered, observing the peaceful surroundings. Yet the satisfaction didn't last long. Fear still lurked within him. He knew that future trials would be even more challenging and deadly.
In his next attempts, he perfected his focus. Each death was no longer just a tragedy; it was a learning opportunity. The initial frustration was replaced by a deeper sense of purpose. Inti realized that his powers were not just about strength but about patience and discipline.
At the end of the day, as the sun set and shadows blanketed the forest, Inti sat beneath a tree, feeling the weight of his lessons. "Every fall is a lesson," he told himself. "I cannot give up."
And so, Inti's journey began. A path filled with pain, rebirths, and challenges. He knew that true power did not reside in his divine abilities but in his will to keep moving forward, facing every obstacle with more determination than before.