"Where am I?" Kael muttered, his voice rough and unrecognizable.
He pushed himself up, finding his hands small, pale, and smooth. Gone were the calluses earned from decades of rigorous training. He was in the body of a boy, no older than fifteen.
A soft voice interrupted his thoughts. "You're awake," said a woman clad in simple robes, her face kind but weary. "I found you unconscious near the village outskirts."
Kael's eyes darted around the small hut. "What village? Who are you?" he demanded, his warrior instincts on high alert.
The woman offered a faint smile. "This is Elaris, a quiet corner of the kingdom of Arvail. My name is Lyra. You're safe here."
"Arvail?" Kael's mind raced. He'd never heard of such a place. "What year is this?"
Lyra tilted her head, puzzled by the question. "The 987th Year of the Moonlight Era. Why do you ask?"
Kael's breath hitched. This wasn't his world. Somehow, he'd been reincarnated.
As Lyra tended to him, Kael's mind drifted back to his final moments. He'd fought to protect his people, wielding techniques that made him invincible—or so he thought. The demon lord had proven him wrong. But now, in this strange world of magic and unfamiliar skies, he had a second chance."You've been quiet," Lyra said softly. "What's on your mind?"
Kael clenched his fists, his newfound body trembling. "Do you know of a place where I can train?"
Lyra's eyes widened. "Train? What for?"
"To fight," Kael said, determination burning in his eyes. "I've got a war to finish."