Chapter 4
What happened on that day? Was I suppose to die? But, where am I now? I look around and see that I'm in a dark space with nothing around me. I take one step and I hear my step echo through the space.
" So...am I alive?" I walk around, hearing nothing but my footsteps and seeing nothing but darkness. I shiver as I feel the temperature drop dramatically in the next few minutes.
" How come it's cold in here?" I continue to shiver.After another few minutes, the temperature rises.
" The temperature increased but,.. it feels comfortable.."I continue to walk for a while, still finding nothing but darkness.
How large is this dark space?
Just when I asked myself that question, I see a...mirror?
I walk up to the mirror and see my reflection.
"...wait....what?..." I say softly.I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
The mirror shows that I now have blood red eyes, white as snow hair, and snake like tattoos on my cheeks.
"....what?.... What?!?"Is this...me?
I touch my face and look at my hand. I look back at my reflection and catch a glimpse of my bare shoulder.
" A...scar?"I take off my shirt and see a slash mark on me from my right shoulder down to the left side of my stomach, leaving a scar. And a bullet wound on my side.
My eyes widen in confusion and fear. Memories start to flash through my mind and I fall to my knees."...stop....Stop....STOP!" I put my hands on my head.
More memories flash through my head and fall down.
"...help..." I say in a weak voice as the memories flow through my head, causing a horrible headache.
" Don't resist." I hear a low voice say.
" What?"
" Don't resist. It'll hurt more if you do. Let them flow through your mind. It'll be faster."
"..o-ok." I put my hands off my head and sit up. I cross my legs and close my eyes.
Memories flow through my head again.".. My heads gonna split open if I keep this up,.. But it'll be over soon." I mutter as I grip onto my pant leg.
My open shoot open and I nearly jump off the bed. I take deep breaths as I look around, my heart about ready to explode out of my chest.
I calm down as I look around to see that I'm in a room by myself." This...is...a..pretty nice...room..." I manage to say, in between breaths.
I sigh. I see a chair next to the bed, with a stack of clothes and a note. I grab the note and read it.
" You're most likely very confused right now, but it's ok. I'd like to talk to you but I might be away and I wouldn't know when you would've woken up. The stack of clothes is for you. DO NOT remove the bandages! Feel free to explore our home. You are a Soulman now and your name is Kyoto DarkFate, son of Wolfbane. If you have questions,ask anyone in the building. Welcome to Isingar. - Celiest"
" Strange name..." I mutter.
I look down and I see that almost my entire torso is covered in gauze and my side has a patch on it.
" Oh I wonder why..." I think to myself, sarcastically.
I get out of the bed and change into the clothes that are on the chair.
I change into a dark grey shirt with ripped off sleeves, dark grey pants and brown boots that go up to my knees." They're comfortable.." I think to myself.
I walk out of the room and hear faint voices.
" What? Oh there's a room not far from here!" I think to myself.
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The Role of Mages
FantasyKyoto DarkFate is a boy who lost his memories so long ago. Until, a group of mages begin to search for him when he had turned 15. Now he must face all the challenges in his near future. That is, if the group of people he's living with doesn't kill h...