𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐅𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐁𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞

𝐄𝐦𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢

Emris Malachai

Emris Malachai lived for strength. At the Academy for the Young and Gifted, hidden far from the ordinary world, he was known as the strongest, the senior student whose reputation preceded him. He was the son of the Academy's founder, a man who measured value in terms of power and victory. Emris knew that his father's gaze was always on him, but it wasn't the gaze of a proud parent; it was the cold, calculating stare of a commander assessing a weapon. Love was a foreign concept-his father had seen to that. Emris's mother had been a whisper of a memory, gone from his life long before he could form words. In her absence, his father's expectations were all he knew.

Each day was a relentless cycle of training and discipline, with little space for anything else. He pushed his body to its limits, channeling every ounce of his power until his muscles ached and his mind grew numb. The other students admired him, but admiration was a poor substitute for companionship. They feared him more than they respected him. No one dared to get close to him, to see beyond the mask of invincibility he wore like armor. He felt hollow, as if he were nothing more than a shell, existing solely to fulfill his father's ambitions.

Then he met someone who changed everything-a friend who could see beyond the walls he'd built around himself. This friend had a way of laughing that cut through Emris's guarded silence, a smile that was both kind and mischievous. They'd sit on the rooftop late at night, trading stories and stargazing, their voices hushed as if the world were asleep. For the first time, Emris began to understand that there was more to life than strength and fear. Friendship filled a void he hadn't known existed; it made him feel alive in a way that power alone never had.

But then everything shattered. His friend, seduced by the allure of dark powers, betrayed the Academy. The betrayal cut deeper than any wound, shaking Emris to his core. He could not comprehend how someone who had once stood by his side could now become his enemy. But when the moment came, he did not hesitate. His training took over, his father's voice echoing in his mind, reminding him that weakness was not an option. The battle was fierce, fueled by a storm of emotions Emris hadn't even realized he was capable of. He felt rage, yes, but also a profound sadness that pierced through him like a blade.

In the end, he emerged victorious, but it was a hollow victory. His friend lay defeated, and the only person who had seen him as more than a weapon was gone. Yet, despite his power, Emris felt powerless. He could break bones and wield unimaginable force, but he could not change the past, could not erase the betrayal, or bring back what he'd lost.

And then, one day, he met his own demise. Emris, the strongest and most feared, fell to an unforeseen force that swept him away. He felt the cold embrace of death, a darkness that wrapped around him like a shroud. It was quick, almost surreal-an end he hadn't anticipated. He was the hero, the one meant to protect and conquer, yet his life was snatched from him before he could understand the true meaning of it all.

In his final moments, he felt an overwhelming sense of loss, as if he had been robbed of something precious. He was gone, and with him, the last remnants of the boy who had once yearned for more than strength and power. Emris Malachai had been the Academy's star, its greatest warrior, but in the end, he was nothing more than a tragic figure-a symbol of unfulfilled potential and a reminder of how even the strongest can fall.