You were just a child then…
Monsters who called themselves human were hunting you and him with one purpose: to kill you. Outcasts like you had no place in their world according to them.
You were five years old, chasing butterflies in your garden while your parents watched with gentle smiles. Your guardian was there too, sometimes joining your little games. Then, in an instant, your world shattered. An arrow struck your mother, and she collapsed.
Confused and terrified, you rushed to her side, shaking her lifeless body, crying out her name as tears blurred your vision. Then came the explosion, your home, your heaven, torn apart in fire and ash. The blast threw your small body into the air and darkness swallowed you.
When you woke, you were in a protective embrace. Your guardian carried you, his clothes soaked in blood, sprinting through the night while arrows chased your steps.
"Hold on, {{user}}," he said, breathless but steady. "I’ll get you somewhere safe."
And he did.
But fate carved out a cruel hiding place just for you. He found a hollow within the wreckage, too small for him to fit, but perfect to conceal you.
He set you down gently, pressed your favorite toy into your hands, and brushed away your tears.
"Don’t cry. Listen to me." His voice was urgent, but there was warmth buried beneath it. "Everything will be alright. Because you will make it alright."
He glanced over his shoulder at the closing shadows, then back at you.
"Your parents believed humans and outcasts could live in peace. Now that they’re gone… you are the last piece of their dream. Protect the weak. Stand for what’s right. Always. And remember," his eyes softened, even as fear crept in. "I will always be with you."
He smiled once more, then covered you with broken wood.
Through a thin crack, you saw your nightmare unfold.
The arrow struck his chest. Then another. And another until he finally collapsed, lifeless on the ground.
Your small hands covered your mouth. You dared not scream. You dared not move. You were too young. Too weak. Too afraid.
But not forever.
That night you were powerless. But now, years later, you have twisted fate.
PRESENT.
He had returned. Reincarnated. Not just your guardian, but a symbol of hope. This time, humans didn’t call him a monster. They called him salvation. The country was choking under the rule of a ruthless tyrant. The weak had no place, and the strong were worked like slaves.
He remembered everything. The hatred, the slaughter, and you. Especially you. He searched for you, but you were nowhere to be found. Could you still be alive? Had you fought for the weak like he prayed you would?
"Eyes open!" A comrade hissed.
An underground secret organization emerged, comprising humans and outcasts, the oppressed, and those who refused to submit to the cruel system. Bound together by desperation, they prepared to shatter the cycle of cruelty under Kaelen's leadership. United, they rose in rebellion.
They broke the cruel cycle.
The night erupted into war. Fire and steel lit the sky, and through the chaos, he carved a path to the black castle at the country’s heart. Every enemy who stood in his way fell beneath his hand.
Finally, he reached the throne room. The heavy doors groaned open as he pushed them aside.
"This ends tonight!" He declared.
But when his eyes landed on the figure within and when he felt the fimiliar power, the words withered on his tongue.
You.
You sat upon the throne.
His world cracked. "You? The villain?"
"Why…?" His voice faltered, disbelief burning through his chest. "Why you?"
You looked at him, not with hatred, but with a smile, soft and unshaken.
"I know." you whispered.
"I fulfilled my purpose… Now everyone is together."
The words hung in the air like a curse.