Chapter 1: Blood and Fire

In a world full of nothing but normality, a routine of the same day over and over again. A wish for change is nothing but a mere dream. Time is relentless and unforgiving to everyone young, old and dead. It does not discriminate.

"... Where am I?"

He asked himself as the area around him was full of blood and fire. Countless people that looked like soldiers agonizing in pain as they were cut, burned and killed. The only thing that he could feel was FEAR, CONFUSION, and PAIN.

"... Fuck ... Shit ... What the hell is going on!? " He shouted as he was agonizing in pain.

It seems as though he was stabbed in his upper left arm. He tried to deny it but deep down he knew that all of this felt too real to be a dream. The pain was too real to be a dream he shouted loudly and crying his eyes out.

"... Help me!!! Please I need help!!! I am... begging you.. please..."

Little by little his consciousness was about to fade away. He heard a loud voice, a scream that was so loud it woke him up. It was none other than the Captain of the White Moon. Haiden Vontello one of the strongest knights in the kingdom of Vancoust.

As the Captain of the White Moon obliterates the enemy forces faster than the naked eye. There was something bothering him.

"... But how? How could I know who that is? I have never met him before... "

"... Wait ... Who am I ?"

He asked himself as if it was something from a philosophical meaning but it was nothing of sorts. A genuine question." I know for sure that I am a 28 year old man who works in a real estate company, so why am I here? "

The confusion shrouded his mind that he forgot he is losing so much blood and is in the process of slowly dying. He heard another voice a different voice. Warm, angelic and soothing is what he described it. " Sanitatem (Healing)". The pain was gone as him it was never there and his mind was finally freed and he remembered who he was.

"I am... Van"

As the memories flood like water in his head he recalled his name, his parents, his homeland and his reason. Van a common folk who lived as an apprentice hunter together with his father in the village of NorseWood but his father ultimately met a tragic disease and died. With nothing to his name and no means of providing for his family he set food in the battlefield to gain money. Since it was a time for war the recruitment of soldiers was inevitable and with the need of money he chose to be a soldier for the Kingdom of Vancoust. Without any proper training he was sent immediately to the battlefield.

The West Border, where there is almost no guarantee of coming back alive. It was rumored that if ten soldiers were to be assigned there only. Only one body would be recovered. It was truly a hellish battlefield that it was used as an execution ground for people who opposed the kingdom regardless of your status.

But there was no particular reason Van was sent there it was just because he was nobody. Van didn't knew it but he was used as a meat shield of the Kingdom. He did not receive proper education so he blindly followed orders. Although if he were to disobey them he and his family will be executed for treason.

After the Captain successfully driven away all the enemy forces. Van silently mouthed the word " Thank ... ". As he was slowy dying he again heard the angelic voice.

" Sana ". (Heal).

As he was slowly losing his consciousness he saw a glimpse of a beautiful woman that looked like an angel.