The Wanderer: Origins

3. The Elden

Being reborn is something celebrated in webnovels.
Like oh such a wonderful thing, a second chance at life ....especially for a loser in his early twenties.
But my experience was so much more different.
First I woke up in a vat of neon blue liquid forced to breathe the paralysing liquid till I got so used to the pain of breathing liquid that I got used to it or rather as my 'handlers' put it ...evolved to handle it.
Myself and over 300 other cloned beings occupied a long corridor. Soulless organ sources for the Elden; Human being over 7feet tall at their shortest each of them boasting of magical abilities unique to either themselves or their families abilities granted to them due to the possession of a metaphysical aspect of themselves called arcana.
I can still clearly remember the suprise on the face of one of my handlers once they realised I was conscious. The naive me of that time thought this meant freedom from the rejuvenating  fluid I was suspended in and an introduction to this wonderful new society...How naive I was .
I was the best thing theses mad scientists could've hoped for, a miraculous accident as it were.
Everyday was a new form of torture under the guise of experiments.
'for the greater good' they said.
But there was nothing good about what they did to me.
From organ harvesting without anaesthetic to simply tearing my body apart to observe how fast I healed under the effect of different new medication or elixirs as they liked to call their medical  products.
Oh and the elixirs. The elixirs were a whole trip on Thier own..a whole other genre of torture. I was considered the perfect test subject for all or at least almost all new elixirs.
From the ones that tore my veins so much aneurysms became akin to an itch where I was concerned, to others that stimulated my muscles to the extent of causing my bones to break and my muscles even my skin to rend.
Everyday was a blur my only way of measuring time being only those few moments when I was placid enough to notice any growth I may have had.
Even that became an innacurrate method of calculating the passing of time as I stopped growing. The only growth I experienced being from the enhancement type elixirs or bio-mechanical enhancements introduced to my systems.
As time went by, I simply became numb to the pain and experiments that went on when there were no elixirs to test on me.
And that lasted until I finally awakened....
The one thing that made the Elden the lords of their domain.
My Arcana.