Lenox... or Light???

20 May' 3352

Silver orbs that seemed to be able to look right through your soul with hair of the same shiny silver styled into an elegant puff. 

His body radiated a light of its own, making him look the perfect incarnation of God of Light, Apollo.

Despite being the same age as Aizeleo, he was a hand taller. They looked and felt like polar opposite in every sense. The serenity and beauty of their contrast would never go unnoticed.

If one was radiating, shiny silver moon then the other would be the deep, dark night sky. This was the 2nd Prince of Skyno Kingdom, Lunar Light Stanford.

But at this moment, none of that beauty and elegance was visible. The Future of the Apicamou was curled up in a ball, shaking and twitching violently on the ground.

He was suffering and screaming in pain like never before. His head felt like it would burst open any moment now, while his vision had long turned black.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

"STOPPPPPPP!!!!! STOP IT!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH"

He was slowly losing his voice, turning hoarse due to all the screaming and shouting, his consciousness already on the brink of collapse.

He didn't know what was happening or why it was happening but he didn't care. It did not matter. He only wanted to escape this hellish pain.

After suffering for who knows how long, he lost his consciousness, and that was for the best cause no normal 5 year old could endure this kind of torture. Maybe Aizeleo could, but he was far from normal.

After many hours, Light finally started to regain cognizance of his surroundings, and it came as a welcome surprise for him.

He tried sitting up despite his exhausted body, reaching for a glass of water on a nearby table.

He was in a closed-off and luxurious room, but considering the fact that a royal lived here, it was far from the caliber of a Prince despite its opulence.

 It was quite obvious that the young prince was not treated kindly. Just the fact that no one came when he was writhing in pain spoke volumes.

"I'm glad that Arya's not here. She would probably go on a rampage if she saw me in this state," Lunar muttered with a slight smile on his face, heart filled with warmth as he thought of his personal Aide and the one who raised him.

"Why am I regaining my memories now? I always thought of myself as Lunar Light, but now you're telling me that I am Lenox, also the so-called 'The First Ancestor'." He pondered, memories of his previous life flooding back.

"I always admired the old man who saved the world but now remembering it all, I just honestly feel sorry for myself." 

"Wait... How did I die in the first place??? Why can't I remember it?" He pressed his brain for some info, but nothing came.

"Well, whatever. I'm already reborn and leaving a life that's not good but at least bearable. I might as well enjoy this life and live it to the fullest. Also, I am strong enough to deal with anyone ---" While he was planning his bright and peaceful future, a sudden realization shattered his happy hallucination.

"NOOOOOOOO!", he let out a ear-piercing scream as he sank to the ground in despair. He let out small hiccups and rubbed the non-existent tears in his eyes, muttering like a crazy man who had lost everything in a second.

"My powers---AAAAH , my strength----huhuhu. I am nothing but a beggar now." He didn't have any strength as he wasn't awakened yet. But now that he remembered his might, his strength of the past, he was full of despair.

But he regained his spirit as quickly as he became depressed, "I am the most knowledgeable person here. I've been reborn in the future so I know the most about the past and of the landscapes here. After all, I am the First Ancestor, Yuck, it's so cringe. Who named me this??? I need to know cause, dear brother, I was not even married, how can I be your ancestor or something???"

"Anyhow, I need to get stronger. Who cares about this Palace, Kingdom or even the World. I've already done enough in the past to save this world. I ain't going for this shit again!!!"

"I didn't even have something to care about in my past life. The only regret I have is that I don't know anything about where Darche is. He wouldn't have died, right? Surely, how can a dragon die so easily? I can not feel his presence, but I'm sure he's okay."

He truly missed his familiar, the All-seeing Dragon Darche. The only Dragon left in the war between the whole world and demons, now known as 'The End War' was the Great Darche.

He had the power to look in the past and future of anyone. No one could stand against his might but he decided to side with the one whom he trusted the most, the one who gave him a new life amid the chaos, Lenox.

Right now, the said Dragon was laying in a dark cave. Incredibly weak and trying hard to recover his power when he suddenly felt a similar connection.

A connection he had lost 600 years ago- A presence he thought he would never feel ever again.

'Lenox...', only one name echoed in his mind as he swiftly turned invisible and started to move in the direction he felt the connection coming from.

He held no other thought than 'Lenox'. He didn't think, didn't blink and didn't even breath for fear that he was hallucinating.

Meanwhile, Lenox, or as we know Light suddenly felt the connection he had long lost.

'He's coming!!!' Light instantly knew that as he felt his brain working at lightning speed.

'I regained my memories, Darche is alive, and I don't know how I died.'

'Why now??? Why today???'

He felt his head spiraling round and round.

His heart raced, anticipation building up inside him like an uncontainable storm. He scrambled to his feet, almost tripping over the luxurious rug that now felt too plush and suffocating.

The walls of the room seemed to close in as he made his way to the window, his breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. The sight outside did little to calm his nerves.

The vast gardens, the opulent fountains, and the distant silhouette of the palace all seemed foreign and distant.

A sudden knock on the door jolted him back to reality. "Your Highness Light, are you alright?" It was Arya, her voice filled with concern. "I heard you scream."

Light hesitated, his mind racing. Should he tell Arya the truth? Could he even begin to explain the whirlwind of emotions and memories crashing through him? He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself.

"I'm... fine, Arya," he managed to say, though his voice wavered. "Just a bad dream."

"Do you want me to come in?" Arya asked, her voice softening.

Light looked at the door, his mind flashing back to the agonizing pain he had just experienced. The memories were still fresh, the scars still raw. But he couldn't face her, not now. "No, I'm okay. I just need some time alone."

There was a pause before Arya responded. "Alright, but if you need anything, just call for me. I'm always here for you, Your Highness."

"Thank you, Arya," Light said, his voice barely above a whisper.

As the sound of Arya's footsteps faded away, Light turned back to the window, his thoughts a chaotic mess.

The realization that Darche was alive and coming for him was both exhilarating and terrifying. The connection they shared was unbreakable, forged in the fires of countless battles and unyielding loyalty.

But the questions remained. Why had his memories returned now? What had triggered this resurgence? And most importantly, what had happened in the past?