It was the final fight with the white star , cale stabbed himself with the World Tree branch, then attacked the white star, moments after the celebration, the petite commander fell to the ground , his kids came to him , with his dear friends around him , while his crush, the crown prince, held him, all with tears in their eyes , it turned out that the fragile plate of cale was too weak that it couldn't stand the overwhelming power of the world tree , which broke .
" hahaha " a gentle chuckle skipped through the red head's mouth , he couldn't hear his family's prayers , yet he could see their cries , it was a sad laugh , as he couldn't survive to tell them his biggest secret , or should we say , HER biggest secret, at her last moments , the spiritual magic began to fell , revealing her true form, it turned out that our dear comander was always a young, gorgeous woman, just like her mother , Jour THAMES . After her last breath , cale , or should I say , Cecilia , heard the voice of GOD
" oh my dear child, I'm sorry that you had to suffer in each of your lifetime, as a gift , I'll give you another chance in this world , with all of your memories , write your destiny, and lead your future , to a bright one , brighter than the sun itself "
Moments after this encounter , and before Cecilia could say anything, she found herself in her room, at midnight , although she still had the spiritual magic that covered her true form , she felt too petite to be called an adult , she ran to her bathroom, that seemed too different then the one she's used too , and looked at the mirror
"OH God! " she found herself , not in her 18 years old body , but rather in he 7 years old self , 1 year before her dear mother's tragedy
what will our dear cecilia do in this lifetime, will she follow the same steps of the previous one ? or will she change her destiny ?
[rewritten]
Cale sat on the couch, utterly done. Across from him sat the culprit of his misery-the God of Death.
A commander, Cale? Ha! More like a chubby toddler with baby hands.
Cale's eye twitched. "Explain."
The god gulped. "Cale, my child... I-I didn't mean to! The intrusive thoughts won..."
Cale inhaled sharply. 'Murder is illegal. Murder is illegal-oh hell-i don't care!'
Beside him, Angela gasped dramatically, hands clasped together. "Kyaa! Cale-child! You're so adorable! I can't wait to see your cha-ahem, help to that world!"
Cale, a grown man trapped in a four-year-old's body, stared soullessly into the void. He needed a nap. Or a weapon.
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Meanwhile, in another world...
Og!Cale sat alone on his fourteenth birthday, his only gift being existential dread.
Then, boom! A flash of light-
And suddenly, on his floor lay a tiny redheaded kid, unconscious and bleeding.
Og!Cale stared. His heart skipped a beat.
'...Did I just get a son?-No! what am I thinking?!'