Fate's Forgotten Trickster
I was never meant to be important.
In the grand tale of fate, I was just another extra—a nameless face in the crowd, a fleeting existence in a world ruled by heroes and legends. No prophecy spoke of me. No gods granted me favor. I lived in the background, unnoticed, insignificant.
And when I died?
No one mourned. No one remembered.
But fate, it seems, had other plans.
When I opened my eyes again, I wasn’t in the afterlife. I was here—reborn in the same world, the same story. A familiar body, a familiar face. Still an extra. Still a nobody.
Or so I thought.
Then it happened. A whisper in my blood, a trick of the light, a shift in reality that only I could see.
The bloodline of Lokharn, the Trickster God, had awakened within me.
The world still saw me as nothing, but I knew the truth. I was a hidden card in the game of fate. A piece the gods themselves had overlooked.
And soon?
They would regret it.