The Boy Who Burned So Bright He Became his Own Funeral Pyre

The Start [Prologue]

Altan was asleep when they took him.

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The man, with a visage akin to a stray cat, bore an enigmatic aura. Who was this man, he looked like a stray cat, I pondered, my thoughts veering towards the feline that roamed our neighborhood, Bambang. The cat that lived outside our home. Bambang, the cat was called Bambang... The words echoed in my mind, accompanied by a flicker of recognition, a strange connection to a distant memory.

Then came the bewildering query, Where is Doctor Shiro, am I dreaming...Am I still alive? Confusion mingled with a sense of disorientation as I found myself confined to a comfortable bed, a stark contrast to the sterile confines of the laboratory cell I once inhabited.

"Hello, Altan," greeted the man, introducing himself as Irjah, his presence casting a shadow of uncertainty. "I'm Irjah, and I'll be taking care of you." His words were laced with an unsettling undercurrent, prompting a surge of conflicting impulses within me. He seems shady... "Kill him..." The Phoenix. Its voice whispered, urging me towards an instinctive response, a primal urge to defend myself. Yet, amidst the chaos of my thoughts, a semblance of control emerged, a determination to resist the darkness clawing at the edges of my consciousness.

With a simple nod, I acknowledged Irjah, though questions lingered, veiled behind a facade of compliance. The encounter with Irjah marked a crossroads, a juncture where uncertainty and apprehension intertwined, shaping the path that lay ahead.

The realization dawned upon me like a shadow creeping across the landscape. This man knew my name, he knew my name, but how and why... The questions swirled in my mind, a tempest of uncertainty raging against the shores of comprehension. A fleeting suspicion emerged, a whisper of confusion echoing in the recesses of my consciousness. Doctor Shiro must've told him.

"You must be confused," Irjah's voice cut through the fog of my thoughts, offering a semblance of clarity amidst the chaos. "But we sadly lost Speer, and you're the last Speerly left. If you need anything, I'll be in the room opposing yours, and dinner is ready, so come out to eat."

The weight of his words settled upon me like a shroud, a grim reminder of the irrevocable loss that now defined my existence. My family—my mother, my father, Aunt Hanelai, and her baby—were gone, their absence casting a pall of desolation over my world. I won't be seeing any of my family again... The thought reverberated within me, a bitter truth that refused to be ignored.

With a heavy heart, I emerged from the confines of my solitude, drawn towards the promise of sustenance amidst the emptiness that enveloped me. The taste of the food was a stark departure from the memories of my mother's cooking, a poignant reminder of the sacrifices demanded by my new reality. This tasted nothing like my mother's food, but this is what I have to deal with for a few years. Acceptance mingled with resignation as I resigned myself to the harsh realities of my circumstances, a silent vow to endure whatever trials lay ahead.

That night the Phoenix tortured him.                                                                                                                            That night, Altan Trengsin found no sleep

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Just here to clarify, the baby is Rin, because in the book it was said that Rin looks like Hanelai. 

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Bye, have a goodnight, or day, or  afternoon...