Concept of Death

Chapter 1 Loved, but not enough.

Moments passing

Life thriving

Death seething

Love fleeting

Tears falling

Safely into the dirt

Magic, chakra, qi, energy. Endlessly called each time differently. But the uses are always the same; change, shape, create and destroy. 

On this day of spring, a young boy woke up in the middle of a forest. He rose and yawned. The scenery looked like it came out of a story. He looked at his hands, and all he could think of was, "what happened to me.” 

He kept on trying to wrap his brain, but he failed to remember. Then a voice rang through his thoughts and said, "kid are you there? If you are, hurry up. I don't want to wait anymore."

The kid looked around and saw nothing aside from a grave. He tried and tried, but he couldn’t seem to remember who or what was in the grave. But deep down, he knows it was something important. The feeling of tears started to swell up, but none poured out. Then he heard a voice again, "kid, fine, I’ll drag you in" then the kid fainted. 

Inside, his mindscape was dull and gray. An old man was sitting cross-legged in the middle, and he was dazed, looking at everything around him.  

The boy heard it, and he remembered. He agreed to give his fate; he replied to the old man, "I remember."

"Good,  I didn't remove you from fate's grasp for nothing," said the old man. 

He reached out and aimed his index finger at the boy's head. A beam of light emerged and drilled into the boy's mind. A cultivation technique was instilled within his mind. 

"Remember, the world is mortal, but concepts are eternal. Kid, I hope you don't fail."

The kid looked around and saw he was back in reality.  He looked around once again and saw a tombstone, and within it was a speech.

"forever loved, but not by life. Loved by the people around her but never enough.”

When the boy saw the writings on the grave, an indescribable sadness dawned on him. Tears came out of his eyes, but he couldn’t seem to remember anything. This feeling was t*****e, but then the tears halted. The boy knelt and bowed, then left the scene.

Within the capital city of Crystal, also known as Jade, was an academy for children who sought to become a knight or a magician; Master George’s Academy. It was infamous for raising well-known people that ever defended their kingdom from outside forces. It was enrollment day; it happens every two years. For one to be enrolled in this school, there are two options, one is to have talent, and the other is to have money. And the most infamous people that ever left the institute were the most talented.

Right in front of the courtyard of the school, a test was being conducted. Boys and girls in a line each to be called for their turn. How they were tested was unique; those who want to be knights are being tested using a strength test to see how many kilograms of strength they have due to their practice in the aura. Magicians were tested on how well they could control their magic and at what level they were at.

Amidst the test, a boy with gray hair surprised the school’s proctors for summoning a double elemental spell; it was also at the silver level.

They asked for his name, and the boy told them, “Eugene, Eugine willow.”