Your corpse lies in its own blood. Your elder half-brother, in a fit of aggression and despair, killed you after your father's death. But there was one downside to your magical world: to kill someone like you, you had to break your soul, not your body. But your brother doesn't know about this little thing. And grabbing his head, he sits down by your corpse. And you slowly get up with a crunch. Your head is bloody, but you're alive. Just a few minutes ago, you were lying dead, and now you're breathing again.