1 The Rebirth of The Dark Tyrant
Heaven or hell? They said, either of those places are the ones that we would go after we died. Although, those are only theories and gossips of the people who are living. You will only know it when you truly experienced death.
I gasped hardly as I woke up from having a nightmare. In my dream, I was in a battlefield leading my country soldiers throughout the wa—agh! My head hurts!
No! It wasn't a dream! I—No! My country! My soldiers! What happened to them?!
I rushed out of my bed but I felt so weak and fell down. I tried to crawl and I saw a kid in front of a gigantic mirror. He's crawling too! I was to about to ask for help from him when I realized that he's doing exactly what I'm doing! Don't tell me—
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!" I shouted and crawled back and touch myself.
I was still in shock when the door opened and a maid approached me.
"Young master! Are you alright? Are you hurt?" I slowly shake my head as she helped me to get up. Judging from her appearance she looks at least 10 years younger than me. Well… I'm in a kid's body so are we the same age? No, I guess I'm younger by a few years.
Wait what? Ugh! Before that, "Where's Gran Torah?!" Oh, my voice is still beautiful as ever.
"Who is Gran Torah, young master?" I quickly stared at her. How come she doesn't know her? "Are you serious?" I asked as I knit my eyebrows. "Grand Torah is the supervisor of the maids here and she served the royal family for many years! How come you didn't know? Are you new here?" She quickly shakes her head.
"No, young master. I was your servant since you were born." What? I looked again at the mirror.
"What is your name?" I looked at her then to my clothes.
"Bellevue, young master." She immediately prepared and arranged me in my royal clothes.
As she is cleaning me, I asked questions. "Who am I?" I was just staring at my reflection. She stopped and looked quite shocked.
"You are Arthur el Dian Kingscrown. The second son of the Duke of Kladris Kingdom, Clyde el Dian Kingscrown and Mary el Dian Kingscrown." Good information, I shouldn't panic. First, I need to gather some information about this kid so I can move freely.
"Age? Height? Attitude? Personality?" She stared at me, confused.
"You are 7 years old. Height is around 125 centimeters. You are a spoiled kid and you really love your brother. Cheerful but brave like a knight." I smirked. "You really know me, huh?" I look at her through the mirror. "Do you like me?" I asked.
"Yes, young master. I'm ready to serve you until the day I die." She looked at me straight to my eye as she said those words. How nice.
I smiled. "I'm glad!" She bowed. "Thank you for dressing me up! You can go now." She bowed again and leave. Wait did she said I was spoiled !?
Must be my imagination.
I stared again on the mirror. I sigh.
A king who ruled a kingdom. Who's aged mid-thirties with the height around 187 centimeters. Who also have led his soldiers and knights to victory multiple times! Within that, he was given the title "The Dark Tyrant"
I, Vincent Lockheart was once a king of the Xeron Kingdom and now possess a child's body!
I was still shocked at the fact that I lost my signature trait as a Lockheart! I should possess grey hair and pitch-black eyes but now I possess a completely different trait. My grey hair has turned black while my black eyes have turned purple and all my scars have disappeared.
Oh! How has this happened?! I walked back and forth and made my conclusion. Maybe, my enemy's mages cast some weird spell on me and made me a child?!
I was starting to get mad when my head felt an immense amount of pain, it was a heavy feeling and I feel like my head is splitting into two. I screamed as I saw some of my memories.
Our enemy was gaining an upper hand on us…
We are almost running out of hope when the enemy ambushed and wiped out the frontline! Then, I saw myself doing something. I activated a for—
"Argh! MY HEAD! IT HURTS! MAKE IT STOP!" I scream out of pain as I fall down at the floor. I saw two people running towards me before I passed out.
I woke up feeling dizzy, I tried to sit down and then I saw a woman sleeping beside me. I'm guessing she is the mother of this kid's body.
"You're awake." I tilt my head towards the direction where I heard a manly voice. "Father." I unconsciously said. He walked towards me. "How are you feeling, Arthur?" He sit beside my mother.
"I'm somewhat good, Father." Then suddenly the woman beside me woke up. She looked at me surprised and relieved then she jumped to hug me. "Oh! My little boy Arthur! Are you feeling alright? Oh!" She held my face.
I smiled. "Yes, Mother." She hugged me again. "You have been comatose for 5 months! Oh my! I missed you so much, baby Arthur!" She's crying. "We've been worried sick! The doctor said you might never wake up! Oh! Such a miracle happened!" Father calmed her down and sat down beside her. She held my hand.
"There's no need to make a big fuss over it, Mother. More importantly, I am awake now and I'm doing fine, so don't worry." I smiled at her. She shake her head. "No, we will call the doctor so he can give you a check up just to be sure you are fine, okay?" I nodded.
After minutes passed, the doctor came and examined by body with a surprised face and told my parents that I'm doing fine now but I should take rest because my body is still weak from being in coma. I need to take it slow and slowly try to walk again.
Then, the maids served me dinner. My parents joined me for dinner. Mother keeps insisting to fed me, I just can't refuse it. She's such a lovely mother. After dinner, my parents told me to have some rest. They also told the guards not to bother me while I'm sleeping. They bid their goodnight as they left the room.
I stared at the night that could be seen through my bedroom's veranda. Such a lively sky, full of stars. I feel so tired so I closed my eyes and dozed off, hoping it was all just a dream that I'm going to wake up from.
