Tesoro of the Velombré

"Let us take you back," Bubba whispered.

"To our home... where you belong. Our beloved Tesoro."

Who knew death wouldn't let him rest in peace?

A five year old boy who got taken in by the Velombré's when he was eight-a family that adored him, a family that he didn't know could.. be real. A family of his own. He had been only sticking to the stories of his Zio and Zia that loved him to no end. Telling him that his family.. will find him.

And they did.

His real family finally found him.

But all of that expected love had shattered when he found out there's another boy living in the same roof. A boy with the same age, same features, same eyes as him-was.. taken in before him. Notio.

He should be grateful. They loved him. Accepted him.

But somehow, his life ended at just ten years of age.

Why?

"Because of him! That stupid.. stupid.. boy."

Norell Velombré.

The true blood-the missing Velombré is him.

It's always been him.

And in the end, he's stuck in a repeated cycle. Dying everytime. And always at the age of ten.

He either died by the hands of the boy who took his place, or sometimes.. by his own family.

Or just by pure coincidence that he died.

But the word 'coincidence' doesn't really exist in his world now, does it?

And the feeling of desperation had slowly creeped in when suddenly-in one cycle-in one foolish mistake that he made in the previous one. He suddenly went two years back instead of the age of five.

And now, he's determined to get rid of the imposter and claim his rightful place, Norell ought to be seen earlier, remembered earlier, favored earlier.

If not..

"At least let me live past 10!"