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Percy Is Rebellious

The Rebellious Young Master: The Game's Unwritten Protagonist

My new name is valerian Alaricus Nyxbane. And I found myself waking up in a reality that felt utterly alien. The last thing I remember? A scuffle with some kid—just another typical brawl. But this time, he actually fought back. I can’t recall the moment that sent me spiraling into darkness, only the jarring impact of my head against the pavement… and then, silence. When I finally opened my eyes, everything had transformed. Memories that didn’t belong to me tangled with my own, a life I had never lived crashing into my consciousness like a tidal wave. That’s when the truth hit me like a freight train. First: I had somehow been yanked into a world I recognized all too well. Second: I wasn’t just a minor player in this story. I was one of the two main characters. But to everyone else, I was the villain. Not a clever mastermind, not a tragic figure—no. I was the annoying, inconsequential obstacle. A spoiled, arrogant young master destined for ridicule. The kind of guy people wanted to see fail spectacularly. The one who strutted around like he owned the place, only to be overshadowed by the true hero. And that hero? The one fated to save this world? Yeah. It was the very kid who had knocked me out. The same boy I had bullied for years was now destined to be the champion of this tale. A tale set in a realm on the brink of annihilation—devastating wars, lurking disasters, a future spiraling into chaos. And at the end of it all, looming like a specter, was the Umbral Monarch, the final, unyielding adversary. But that was the conclusion. Right now, I had to navigate the treacherous beginning. Could I defy a fate etched in stone? Could I resist in a game where I was meant to be the punchline? Absolutely not. That’s not happening. I refused to be a passive spectator in my own downfall. If the odds were stacked against me, I’d simply change the game. "If destiny thinks it can dictate my path, then I’ll just turn the tables." …Yet, I quickly learned that destiny doesn’t take kindly to defiance. The price of altering my fate turned out to be far steeper than I could have ever anticipated.
Justin_Brooks · 2.6K Views

Evil is Real

Not a sound, not even a whisper was heard from the Saint Claire household, it was though the devil came to steal,kill and destroy the last surviving members of the Eastern crusaders - the last line of defense against demons. It was a sad day for Zenemiah, the last son of Kish Saint Claire - a brave crusader who died in battle at the borders of their home land - Hailderguard. The members of the house hold gathered around the grave of their master, brother, friend husband and father, Zenemiah's mom and sister couldn't hold back their tears as the priest gave his final blessings to the dead man. " What will become of the household" - " the boy will be in charge"- the relatives of the Saint Claire's debated behind the crowd - "the boy is only 16, he doesn't even know what it means to be a crusader in Hailderguard", Kish's friend - Northington aforesaid. Zenemiah was just 16 yes, but he had already gotten some experience than the old chubby fools in the church - not because his family was rich, he had proven himself again and again in the church training camp that nothing is beyond limits as long as you set your mind towards achieving it. Hailderguard used to be a peaceful land - a place of the church, the Church of the Crusaders, until the devil came - from the depths of the earth, demons poured and their ways leading to the town's shores. To protect the citizens, the church formed a group of able-bodied men and women to slay the beasts, will the gifts of the Holy swords, the crusaders have kept the demons at bay - it was however unfortunate for Kish, who died in battle. The burial ceremony was over, Zenemiah's mom - Eve, called out the servants in the household and instructed to them to clear all of the dead master's belongings to the space room, just in that moment, Eve's daughter - Victoria interrupted when she was given further instructions to the eldest bulter of the household - Bartholomew. "Why are you doing this mother?".... "Father's burial was today and here you are trying to bury everything that reminds me of him, this is so cruel!".. Victoria cried out - "this is not up for discussion young lady,go to your room and lay your head" - Eve replied with such sorrowful bitterness... "If I may my mistress, the space will be come always for the children to still have a memory their late father" - Bartholomew pointed out.. "Very well, I'm sorry Victoria".. Eve said to her daughter, walking away with tears in her eyes. "Thank you Bartholomew" Victoria said. "It was no issue milady, but I fear the one person who's hurt more is your brother".. Bartholomew tried to sympathize with Victoria. Zenemiah hated everything at that moment - England, Hailderguard, the church, the Crusaders, demons ....even himself. ================================ It was 1845, one more year, he becomes a full pledged crusader but fear in his heart, the chances of him getting that driving confidence back is dim. Death is not evil not good - a law of nature, it can be evil sometimes and evil can be real
Davi_Mations · 8.6K Views
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