Awakening Of The Abandoned Blood
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The marble floors of the royal palace were cold in the dead of night. The infant's first cry echoed through the halls, but it carried no warmth. The king and queen stood at a distance, an odd unease in their eyes. The astrologer was summoned—an old man clutching a magical orb. He took the child's hand and closed his eyes. Minutes later, his face drained of color.
"This child harbors a fatal illness," he whispered. "No affinity for magic. A weak body, awaiting death."
The king listened. His expression hardened. "Such cursed blood will not taint my lineage."
In the storm's fury, the infant was placed in an old basket and abandoned in the forest. No name. No blessing. Only the howling wind and the jungle's shadows.
But fate had written a different path.
Near the forest's edge, Hiro and Mia were gathering fruits. Mia's gaze fell on the basket. She rushed over and lifted the child. Tears filled her eyes. "Hiro, it's as if he was sent for us. We have no son."
Hiro smiled, his eyes filled with deep compassion. "We'll name him Sayan. Our son."
They returned to Eldenville, a village on the kingdom's border—where magic was faint and life was harsh. Sayan grew up in their humble hut. Memories of his previous life were erased—leaving only an invisible void in his heart. He played with the other children, but always lagged behind. His body was frail. Too much running left him gasping; too much work brought fever.
Hiro and Mia noticed. "Rest, Sayan," Mia would say, stroking his head. "You are our light. We can't lose you." Guilt gnawed at Sayan. Lying alone at night, he wondered, "Why am I so weak?"
Yet they loved him. Mia sang old folk songs of peace and hope. Hiro carved wooden swords. "One day you'll be strong."
Later, Lia was born. Sayan felt true joy for the first time. He played holding her tiny hand, telling stories. "You are my princess." Lia laughed, and Sayan's heart filled.
Years passed. Sayan became an adult—a simple farmer. His weakness lingered, but he learned acceptance. The villagers cherished him—for his quiet smile and helping hands.
But one day, peace shattered.
Monsters came. The border village's weak defenses crumbled as orcs and goblins poured in. Screams rose. Fires raged. The scent of blood filled the air.
Sayan tried to flee with his family. Hiro said, "Run! I'll hold them!" Mia clutched Lia and ran, sobbing. Sayan's legs trembled, his breath caught.
The monsters caught them. Hiro fought. Mia screamed, "Sayan, save us!" Sayan seized a hoe and stood. "Don't touch them!" But his hands shook. An orc's swipe sent him flying, blood spilling from his chest.
Before his eyes... Hiro, Mia, Lia—torn apart and devoured. Lia's final cry—"Brother!"—shattered Sayan's heart.
"No... not again..."
Old memories surged—Nishi, Rahat, cancer, lonely death. The pain of two lives crashed together.
Sayan rose. Monsters surrounded him. But he didn't flee. He walked deeper into the forest—to a secluded place. A black stone throne, ancient and smooth. Upon it, a shadowy figure. Eyes like burning red embers.
"At last, you have come... my heir."
"Who... who are you?"
"I am Valthor... the ancient Demon King. My soul has only waited—for someone like you. I too was betrayed. I could not save my loved ones. That helplessness... I know it."
"My soul has reincarnated in you. Today is the time of our rise. Are you willing, Sayan? To claim revenge? To reshape this broken world—where the weak suffer no more?"
"Yes... I am willing."
"Then awaken... my power is yours."
Black light. System activated. Powers unlocked.
Sayan stood. The monsters trembled in fear. "No one escapes."
Shadows swallowed everything.
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