The sun, a malevolent eye in the bruised sky, cast long shadows across the ravaged village of Oakhaven.
What was once a cluster of thatched roofs and cheerful gardens was now a charnel house, a testament to the merciless efficiency of a powerful army.
Smoke, thick and acrid, still curled lazily from the smoldering remains of homes, mingling with the stench of death that hung heavy in the air
cloying perfume of burnt wood, scorched earth, and decaying flesh. Shattered pottery littered the ground like fallen teeth, alongside scattered, broken toys.
The air vibrated with an unnatural silence, broken only by the occasional crackle of burning timbers and the mournful cry of a lone raven circling overhead.
corpse liter every where, the bodies themselves, a horrifying tableau of violence. some sprawled grotesquely, others piled in macabre heaps.
Their faces, once etched with the simple joys and sorrows of village life, were now contorted masks of agony, frozen in their final moments of terror.
The very earth seemed to weep, stained crimson by the blood spilled on it. Then there was a sudden flicker, a twitch amidst the carnage.
the body of a young boy, no older than fifteen, laying half-buried beneath a pile of corpse moved. His skin, pale and marred by a deep gash across his throat.
His chest, barely rising and falling, betrayed a faint, almost imperceptible rhythm. His eyes, wide and unseeing, stared vacantly at the sky.
A single tear, frozen on his cheek, glistened like a tiny defiant jewel. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, his eyelids fluttered as a gasp escaped his lips
A ragged sound that cut through the oppressive silence like a shard of glass, his chest heaving. the rhythm growing stronger, more insistent.
His limbs twitching, his body convulsing with the effort battling for life. He coughed, a rattling sound that echoed the devastation around him, and then, with a shudder that ran through his entire being, he opened his eyes.
he stir straight into the sky with his deep intense black eyes that seem to hold vast depth of pain. he remained motionless for a longer while stirring at the sky with dead pin seriousness.
His gaze, intense and unwavering, slowly swept across the ravaged landscape. The enormity of the destruction hit him with the force of a physical blow.
He was alive, impossibly alive, yet surrounded by the ghosts of his village. The weight of his situation settled upon him, heavy and suffocating.
His mind a battlefield. Confusion warred with terror. The immediate, visceral horror of his death. the searing pain, the suffocating darkness battled with the disorienting strangeness of his resurrection.
He is alive, yet surrounded by the stark, undeniable evidence of his own demise and the annihilation of everything he came to know.
Memories, fragmented and chaotic, flashed before his eyes: the screams, the fire, the brutal efficiency of the bandit.
He felt a profound, gut-wrenching loneliness, intensified by the silence of the dead village. His body ached, his throat burned, his mind struggled to grasp the impossible reality of his situation.
but in all this he was calm, a stubborn spark of defiance. refusing to succumb to despair flickering within him.
He pushed himself up, his movements slow and deliberate, each muscle screaming in protest. The gash on his throat throbbed, a constant reminder of his brush with death.
He stumbled, his legs weak and unsteady as he fell to his knees amidst the debris. He looked to the side and saw man whose hands still clutching a half-finished carving of a bird.
The man who happens to be his father, a sob threatened to escaped his lips. a frown appeared on his face as he reached out his hands.
His fingers tracing the lines of the unfinished wood, each stroke got the frown on his face thicken. "why am I having this feelings within me? why do I feel this pain and regret?" he thought to himself stirring at the man disfigured face, a tangible link to a life brutally stolen.
"it must be the feelings of this body, I have no connection to this man, neither have I seen him before. infact this village has nothing with me" the young man tries to fathom the uneasiness within himself as he looked around.
He wasn't just alive; he was alone, the sole survivor of a massacre, now carrying the burden of a shattered world on his young shoulders.
"I don't get it, why would I feel something for the people I have never met?" the young man question himself while walking around to check for any survivors of there might be
seeing the level of carnage done to the village, a fierce determination ignited within him, a burning ember in the depth of his soul.
an anger that was about to consume him while as fragment of his life flashes through his eyes.
the memories of who he truly is and how it all got to this, "I'll get all of you I promise and if it takes me burning this world to the ground I'll do it as long as I snuff out the breath and pride in you all" he yelled out loud out of impulse as if declaring a war at the heavens.
Now after calming down his mind dived back into those hunting memories of his life once again. Born into the opulent yet cruel confines of a warrior house as an illegitimate son of a powerful warrior and a humble maid.
His mother, a woman of simple beauty, faced relentless scorn from his father's many wives and concubines. This early exposure to cruelty and injustice shaped his young life, leaving him vulnerable and alone.
His life took a darker turn when he was tested and discovered to possess no affinity for cultivation or magic, a fatal flaw in a world that valued such abilities.
Becoming a slave in his own home, subjected to the whims and cruelty of his siblings who used him as a training dummy and punching bag. Starvation and relentless abuse were his constant companions.
To crown it all up, the death of his mother, a victim of the concubines' malice, shattered him. luckily for him, her final act of love was to facilitate his escape from the house, a desperate act of sacrifice that fueled his desire for vengeance.
recalling up to this, his rage once again flare. he remembers every single detail of his life after his mother's death. how he was alone and adrift in a strange city
Enduring further hardship and ill-treatment, his spirit slowly hardening. in this darkness a flicker of hope ignited when he luckily found love
Elena, a woman from a prestigious mage house who accepted him despite his past, his life of a nobody, broken and lost. she gave a hope to live again, reborn to the touch of love for the first time in his life
But their union proved a fatal mistake, like the heavens hated so much never to allow him anything good.
this thought alone got him yelling and roaring to seemly nobody as he curses fate for a long time, pouring out his pains and grief.
he could still recall how their love was met with violent opposition from her family. an horrific act of cruelty, his beloved captured, violated, and ultimately driven to suicide by those who felt they got it all just because they were powerful and of great statues.
This devastating loss shattered the last vestiges of his humanity. He was left a broken man more than Elena met him, consumed by grief and a burning desire for revenge.
He was Humiliated, beaten, and falsely accused of his lover's death, forcing to flee once more for his life.
desiring revenge for the wrong done to him, his quest for power became an obsession, a desperate attempt to right the wrongs inflicted upon him and his loved ones.
says became , weeks and months became Years of relentless struggle, near-death experiences, and unwavering determination.
a drive that led him to a forbidden knowledge, a path to power that demanded a terrible price at the brink of his almost extinguish life.
with nothing left to lose and death on his doorstep he made the ultimate sacrifice, condemning an entire village to death to gain the power he craved.
that single decision and action is what lead to his soul been transferred into this new body, the body of a mundane youth who had met death in the hands of those who also felt they own the world just because they are powerful and could do as they please.
His feet gave up on him at this point when the weight on his shoulder triple from the pain and sorrow he carries from but his past and that of the body he now inhabit.
"I've inhabit your body now Kael but I'll not just take it as mine alone, I'll repay you by avenging you and your family of those despicable thorns who felt the world is in their palm
This i promise you" the second he mutter this, it was like two souls were merging together within him
Slowly becoming one and synchronizing into a single being, the fragmented memories an information slowly piece themselves together as both overwhelming emotions merged to form a coherent one.