WHY ME!!

Chapter 2: A New Beginning

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Notice to Readers

Dear Readers,

I want to thank you for giving my story a chance, but I have an important message to share. After much reflection, I’ve realized that this story is far from what I hoped it would be. As a new and inexperienced writer, I made many mistakes in this book.

To grow and improve, I’ve decided to start fresh with a new book that reflects the lessons I’ve learned and the research I’ve done to create a better experience for you. I invite you to check out my latest work:

New Book: THE FALLEN HERO

This new story is the beginning of a journey where I aim to craft a world and characters that you can truly connect with. I’m excited for you to explore it and share your thoughts.

Thank you for your understanding and support as I continue to grow as a writer.

Warm regards,
[ @DJ_SIDDIQUI ]

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The first few years of life are often a haze, but for Argus, every second of his rebirth was vivid.  as if his awareness had sharpened. With that keen awareness, however, came echoes of a past he could never entirely escape. Memories—fragmented but powerful—lingered in his mind: a world bathed in harsh lights, a life filled with weariness, and a single act of sacrifice. But he chose not to dwell on the fragments. Now, he had a family—a world waiting to be discovered.

The first time he opened his eyes in this new world, he found himself looking up at two faces, soft and warm against the morning sun. His parents, Kaelen and Elysia, looked at him with a mixture of pride and wonder.

"Look at him, Kaelen," Elysia whispered, her voice a melody that filled the small room with warmth. She cradled Argus gently, her fingers brushing over his cheek. “Such intense eyes… it’s like he’s seeing everything for the first time.”

“He’ll grow strong,” Kaelen replied, his voice low and calm. “Just look at him, already so alert. He’ll be a fighter.”

Those words, spoken in a hushed tone, struck something within Argus. He had no words to respond, only a heartbeat that felt steady and determined. He could sense the power in his father—the careful balance between strength and gentleness in the way Kaelen held him.

Their home became Argus's entire world, and it was filled with simple yet profound moments that helped him begin anew. Kaelen, his father, was a skilled hunter with a quiet strength. He spent his days tracking  through dense forests, always ensuring their small family had enough to eat. spent long days hunting and gathering, his skills with a bow and swords were amazing like a real warrior.

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Elysia, his mother, was his constant comfort. She would hum to him as she tended to their small garden, her laughter bubbling up as she recounted tales and sang old songs. Although she couldn’t wield magic herself, she never seemed to mind. She relied on Kaelen’s abilities to light the fire or effortlessly move heavy objects. Together, they created a sanctuary that radiated love, where Argus never felt lacking in anything. Their cottage, tucked just beyond the village, may not have been grand, but to him, it felt like a palace.

As she tucked him into bed, Argus gazed up at her, captivated by her voice.
"Sweet dreams, little one," she whispered, her fingers gently brushing through his hair. He watched her, feeling a swell of something he hadn’t known in his past life—a quiet, unassuming peace.

As the years rolled by, time seemed to fly, and with each passing day, Argus became more fascinated by the world around him. Magic flowed through the air like an unseen current, woven into the very fabric of existence.

As he grew, Argus could sense the pulse of magic in the air, and surprisingly  he can even sense a special magical flow through every small creature. It was something beyond sight or sound, more of an instinct, like an extra sense lying dormant within him. 

It was as if he possessed a hidden sense, one that allowed him to perceive what others could not. But despite his keen awareness, there was no indication that he himself possessed any magic

Days passed in a cozy rhythm within their household. He spent his time watching his father hunt and his mother tend to their small garden. Kaelen would share stories of his adventures, of the magical beasts lurking in the forests, while Elysia filled their home with warmth and laughter. Argus absorbed every moment, every lesson, as if they were threads weaving the tapestry of his new life.

Time flowed on, and the day of Argus's fifth birthday arrived. It was a warm day, sunlight pouring through the small window in their cottage, casting golden pools on the floor. After the small celebration, he found himself alone, curiosity tugging him toward a small, dusty corner in the storage room—a spot his father rarely mentioned. There, half-buried under blankets and odds and ends, lay a book.

His fingers traced over the worn leather cover, brushing away dust to reveal faded runes etched into the surface. He opened the book carefully, the pages crackling as though they hadn't been turned in years. As he flipped through the pages, his heart raced with excitement. Each spell described how to channel mana, to mold it into something tangible. The idea captivated him.

“What if I could do this?” he whispered to himself, eyes glimmering with determination

His heart thumped as he skimmed over the first spell—a basic incantation to summon a flicker of fire.

"Channel mana… draw it from within…" Argus whispered, his heart racing. For a moment, he was back in his past life—endlessly searching for purpose. But here, in this new world, there was something he could reach for, something he could mold and shape.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, trying to feel for the mana within him, willing it to emerge. His fingers tingled, and for a brief moment, he felt the spark a little fire pulsing between his fingertips. His eyes flew open, catching the faint, wavering light before it disappeared. Though the spell vanished quickly, a thrill surged through him, and he let out a breathless laugh.

That night, as he lay in bed, Argus's mind churned with thoughts.

"I did it," he thought to himself. "It was just a flicker, but… I felt it. There’s something inside me, something I can grow."

From then on, he practiced in secret, stealing away whenever he could. He was careful, ensuring his father wouldn’t notice, determined to make this discovery his own. practicing to increase his mana capacity, nurturing the core that would one day allow him to wield true power.  Every small success brought a spark of hope, each attempt inching him closer to understanding his own potential.

Months passed, and Argus grew stronger, both in body and in spirit. His days were filled with lessons from his parents—stories of the world, tales of magical creatures, and old legends whispered by the village elders. He loved hearing stories of the beasts that roamed the world, each tale fueling his imagination.

“ they are what they are. They follow the will of nature… or the gods."

He was beginning to understand that this world was woven from threads of both light and darkness, each side serving a purpose.

Their village lay just beyond the small cottage—a collection of thatched-roof cottages and bustling townsfolk. It was governed by the human empire, but their family didn’t practice any religion. Even so, the influence of Luminor and Satan was impossible to ignore. The gods’ presence loomed over the world, a silent reminder that forces far beyond human understanding shaped their lives.

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As Argus grew older, his thirst for knowledge intensified. He read every book he could find, piecing together the geography, history, and the strange creatures that roamed the lands. Magical creatures fascinated him most: birds with shimmering wings, animals glowing softly under the moonlight—he could sense their energy, something that set them apart from ordinary beasts.

When he turned five, his parents decided it was time for him to attend lessons in the village. Though hesitant, he complied with their wishes. The other children weren’t unkind, but as the new kid, he felt the weight of their scrutiny. Some bullied him, poking fun at his quiet nature, but their taunts barely reached him. With the memories of a lifetime behind him, such childish behavior felt so... trivial.

Yet, as time passed, he made a few friends. Other curious children began to approach him, drawn by his quiet demeanor. They bonded over shared games and slowly, Argus started to feel more at ease. Despite his mature mindset, he relished the moments of joy that came with these simple friendships.

On the eve of his sixth birthday, Argus had a strange dream—a vivid, haunting vision unlike anything he'd experienced before. He found himself in a vast, dark expanse, a place where silence was almost suffocating. He sensed an energy in the air, raw and ancient.

Unlike the usual jumble of images that filled his slumber, this dream was vivid, hauntingly clear. He found himself back in the endless void where the entity had first spoken to him. The air crackled with energy, reality trembling around him, as if it could shatter at any moment.

A familiar voice echoed through the void—faint, distant, but unmistakable. The entity was trying to communicate something of great importance. Argus strained to listen, but the words slipped away, muffled and elusive, like wisps of smoke.

As quickly as it had begun, the dream faded,

He awoke with a start, his heart racing. leaving him with a sense of something unfinished—a lingering urgency that he couldn’t quite grasp.  It felt like a warning, a reminder of something beyond his understanding. the realization that the entity’s message was vital, and it would not be the last time they crossed paths.

As he stared into the early morning light filtering through his window, a sense of purpose settled over him—a certainty that he was meant for something more.

From that day on, Argus felt a new strength growing within him. He embraced every lesson, every story, every quiet moment with his family. Yet beneath it all, he could feel the faint stirrings of destiny, whispering of a path yet to be revealed. He knew his life wouldn’t remain simple forever; the world was vast, filled with secrets, and one day, he would find his place within it.

End of Chapter 2