"CHRONICLES OF REBORN HERO"
Chapter: 1 Fragment of memory
~ A battlefield drenched in blood and smoke. The scent of iron choked the air, thicker than the fog of war. Countless bodies lay still-some torn, some burned-faces frozen in rage, fear or peace. Silence lingered, yet it screamed louder than the fiercest battle cry. A section of the earth lies shattered - scarred by the weight of battle. Scattered in the background: broken weapons, lifeless limbs, fragments of what once was. And in the foreground, half-buried in dirt, a cracked token glows faintly... as if remembering. A trail of blood leads to a figure kneeling at the end. He wasn't moving. His head was lowered, and his hair partly hid his face. The long coat he wore was ripped and dirty, hanging loosely from his shoulders. His back was turned. He looked broken, like he'd lost something he couldn't get back. No sound, no words….. just that heavy silence all around him. His hand trembled as he slowly reached out. Fingers, smeared with blood, moved toward that cracked token lying on the ground. It looked like it meant something - something important. But even lifting it felt heavy, as if the weight of the past was pressing down on just that one moment. He stayed kneeling, gripping the token tightly - like it was the last thing keeping him from falling apart. His blood-stained fingers didn't let go.
Drip…. Drip…
Drops of the blood hit the ground, soft but sharp in the silence. Through the haze, five cloaked figures stood in silence. In the middle of them was something…. Different. A towering presence, glowing with a faint light - its shape blurred, impossible to fully see. From where the mc knelt, only it's outline was visible, but even that was enough to feel the weight of its power. Something wasn't right. It didn't feel human. A sudden chill ran through the air. Before mc could react, the towering, glowing figure took a single step forward. In an instant, a sharp sound tore through the silence - shhhhhhhk!
The blade pierced straight through his chest. His eyes widened. Blood burst from his mouth as his body trembled. The pain hit him all at once, but it wasn't just the wound - it was something deeper, Older. From behind him, the sword's silver edge shone under the haze. The figure's voice came low, almost calm: " the one we failed to erase….."
His body shook. His knees nearly gave out. But even as blood dripped from his lips, he didn't collapse. He clenched his jaw. His voice came out barely a whisper - quite, shaky, but burning with fury: " You….. vile creatures…..!"
His jaw tightened, teeth grinding hard as he glared at the token resting on his blood-stained palm. The trembling returned - but this time, it wasn't from weakness.
It was from fury.
With a low, guttural growl, he raised the token high.
His arm shook, not from exhaustion, but from the storm raging inside him.
Then- with all the strength he had left, he hurled it.
The token spun through the air like a curse memory he desperately wanted to erase.
It hit the ground hard, bouncing across stones before vanishing into the shadows beyond.
" You damn fucking bastards!!"
He screamed, voice raw and cracking under the weight of heartbreak and betrayal.
The battlefield echoed with his cry, and then- silence.
Only the rustling of survived tree's leaves responded, as if even nature hesitated to comfort him.
His body gave out.
The strength that held him up vanished in an instant, and he collapsed to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut.
Blood pooled beneath him, warm, sticky…. fading.
The world around him dimmed.
Everything blurred - trees, stones, shadows, - all melting into a colourless haze. His breathing slowed. His thoughts scattered.
And then....
Only white remained.
And then-
Warmth.
A strange warmth wrapped around him, soft and safe, like the world itself has changed.
There were no more screams. No more blood. No pain.
Only silence, calm and.... something soft brushing his skin.
Voices. Gentle. Distant.
" It's a boy" a woman said softly, almost in a whisper.
Another voice, kind and full of joy : " My lady.... It is a boy. Young master has been born."
Slowly, the haze began to clear. A light breeze passed through the room, carrying the scent of flowers and something unfamiliar - peace.
He couldn't open his eyes yet, but he could feel it.
The world had changed.
He felt the air shift again - warmer now, fragrant, gentle.
Fingers brushed softly against his cheek, and though his tiny body couldn't react, a strange peace settled within him.
Somewhere nearby, footsteps approached, slow. Graceful.
Then he heard a voice.
Calm, loving, familiar in a way that made his chest tighten- though he couldn't explain why.
" My lady " the maid whispered," The young master….. he's perfect."
The woman seated on bed. Her figure was elegant, but her presence felt soft- like spring sunlight after a storm. Not dressed in luxury, but with a grace no gold could match.
She reached out, arms open, as her eyes gleamed with warmth and awe.
" Come here" she said, her voice almost a whisper.
" my precious child."
The maid smiled and gently placed the baby into the mother's arms.
The newborn's eyes blinked slowly.
Once.
Twice.
He couldn't see much - just soft light and blurry colours. But something stirred inside his head.
A faint jolt. Like a cold wind blowing through a locked room.
And then-
A flash.
Too fast to understand.
Too broken to hold on to.
Flames.
Screams.
Steel crashing against steel.
A sky burning red.
Then it was gone.
His eyelids fluttered, and his tiny fingers curled instinctively.
No one noticed the flicker of tension on his face. But something deep inside had been shaken.
His eyes slowly opened again.
Blurry lights, moving shadows, a ceiling he didn't recognize.
Everything felt off.
He wasn't just seeing - he was aware.
Something was wrong.
Deep inside, something twisted.
A memory?
A dream?
His tiny chest rose and fell slowly. The room was warm, and his mind was quite…. Too quite.
And yet -
Thump…..
Something inside his..stirred.
His eyes blinked again, a little slower this time. The light no longer felt new- it felt wrong. Like he wasn't supposed to be seeing it.
His gaze wandered, unfocused. But in those newborn eyes, confusion swirled.
Almost. Like he was thinking.
" What is this...?"
" I….. I died... didn't I ?"
He didn't know how he could th
ink, or why he remembered.
But he did.
And nothing about it made sense.