I opened my eyes to a world both familiar and alien. The sky, once vibrant with the light of the twin moons, was now a pale shade of blue. The land, once filled with magic and grandeur, now reeked of mundane simplicity.
I lay upon the cold ground, a thin sheet barely covering my form. My body felt... strange. Smaller, weaker. Yet deep within, the embers of my former power burned fiercely.
"Are you okay?"
The voice was soft, feminine. I turned my gaze to see a young girl, perhaps no older than seventeen, kneeling beside me. Her silver hair gleamed under the morning sun, her golden eyes filled with concern.
"Where am I?" My voice was hoarse, unfamiliar even to myself.
"This is the village of Eldoria," she replied. "I found you collapsed outside the temple ruins... You were barely breathing, so I brought you here."
A temple? Of course... My prison must have weakened enough to cast me into the mortal realm.
"What is your name?" she asked.
I hesitated. My true name had been lost to history, my legend erased by time. But if I was to reclaim my power, I needed a new identity.
"...Kael," I said at last.
She smiled. "I'm Lyria. You should rest, Kael. You're safe here."
Safe? No, safety was a luxury I could not afford. I was once a god, now reborn in the frail body of a mortal. But if history had forgotten me, I would force the world to remember.
For I was not just any god.
I was the Forgotten God, reborn.