1 Chapter 1: Reborn Again
A bloody battle was raging on, countless warriors clad in armour was hacking away at creatures of wide variety, though numerous, all the creatures had the same features, red blood eyes and black veins all over their bodies. Limbs were torn, skulls crushed, bodies ripped apart, total chaos ruled the battlefield. By the wanton bloodlust exhibited by both sides, it seems to be the climax of a long drawn out war. Amidst the chaos, a man, six feet tall in resplendent armour, which was covered in blood, was fighting a large 10 feet tall winged monster who by the looks seems to be the leader of opposite faction. An inhuman roar erupted from the man as he cleaved his opponent's head, at the loss of his right leg. The entire battlefield stood still for a moment and then it started back up again with renewed vigor from the armoured warriors. The man, who lost his legs stood back up again with the help of his sword and looked down at his foe, numerous emotions flashed through his face as old memories filtered pass his mind in a flash, an average person diligently working after-hours at an IT company, lonely weekends spend infront of a PC, a bright flash and a blared horn and an ever encompassing darkness, a kid worked to the bone, bred and brought up for war, climbing through the military ranks, various battles, coming back home to find his wife in the warm embrace of another, blind bloodlust on and off the battlefield and the preparation before the final battle. All memories came and went quickly, and a single question remained 'What now?'. A sudden glint caught his violet coloured eyes as he looked down to find his foes broken spear. 'You took my leg, so now you will become my leg', plunging the broken spear head into his right leg stump, sealing it with a bloodied cloth, the man once a took off to battle, to cleave down his next victim, then the next and the next, until he can't even move a finger and is no more.
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Pain, and hunger, both seems to sweep down and intertwine with his very bones, the boy, or was he a man?, scurried his way through the sewers as he looked to find anything to satiate his hunger. A sudden movement across the dark and damp tunnel made him look about, his violet coloured eyes staring intently at the every corner with a meticulous nature of an old hand. A quick dash, that didn't befit his skeletal body, he caught a squirming rat using his mouth as a weapon to clamp down on its body. Some bones were the only thing that remained of the rat. Survival, the word he knew, but the meaning he understood only now and the experience just as jaded and cruel as his broken and feral form. The boy shuffled his way through the tunnels to find his hidey hole, in this dark world all on it's own away from the bustling and sparkling city, it could very well be him who becomes the rat. Lying down on the hard cold stone floor of his hideout, he thought, 'Another day in another life, what shall I do now?'. The boy continued his existence, for that was all it was, until it was snuffed out, just like what he did to the rat.
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A hard working farmer, after a long day tilling the field, came back home expecting the love and care of his wife, whom he helped out from dire straits and have provided for the past nine years, only to be broken as his wife left him for another wealthy merchant, leaving him and their 8 year old son without any thought. The farmer was broken, his will to live slowly diminished over the years. His son watched all this, his violet coloured eyes imprinting all that occurred deep into his mind. He didn't waver though, like a battle hardened veteran, he slowly started taking over for his father, tilling the field, looking after his broken father until the day his father succumbed to his heart ache. 'What is love? What is family? Another life... what shall I do now?'. He lived a quiet life, learning all he could about growing crops, plants and caring for them, along with various farming and gardening techniques. His life passed as insignificant as the last, but he acquired a new experience just as equal as the last.
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The man, clad in magical battle gear, walked underneath a shower of flowers as he came back once again defeating a demon horde. His violet eyes was filled with disdain while his face was set in a false smile of jubilation. A world plagued by demonic invasion, heroes are those adventures who brave the dangers and become pinnacle of the people, they are worshipped and revered everywhere. The man was considered the pinnacle of heroes, a valiant man, a brutal warrior and a compassionate person. Amidst the cheerful crowd, some were saddened at the loss of the Hero's companions, the beautiful and voluptuous red headed female mage, the charming elven archer, the holy maiden cleric and the stout mountain like guardian. But the sadness was only for a moment as they cheered with more enthusiasm as they know the Hero's party sacrificed themselves so that the Hero can get rid of the demons once and for all. 'Pitiful people, those who dance to the tune of others and follows the one with the loudest voice. Hmm, look at these people they don't care what happened to you my beloved party members. Did you guys really thought I wouldn't find out about your betrayal and will walk into your trap. Now watch I slowly erase you from history, after all to the victor goes the spoils. The demons are gone, now What shall I do?' the Hero mused to himself as he took in all the adoration. The Hero lived a long life, ruling over the world across as he conquered it, using his words and swords, the numerous kingdoms brought under his Empire. He was a just and capable ruler, ruthless to his enemies, though only few could match him in skills and wit. Marrying for the sake of alliance, giving each kingdom to his children to rule, he established an Empire that spanned for more than a millenium. But ofcourse the Hero passed on to the annals of history after enjoying a glorious life.
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A brutal and chaotic fight came to an end in an underground arena. A single boy was all that left of the 30 contestants. The boy was covered from head to toe in a black drab, making only his eyes visible to the world. Another black clad individual appeared with an inhuman grace infront of him, "Not bad, not anything special, but not bad. You survived, so from now on you are one of us, an assassin. Just plain and simple, someone who kills for money, we take jobs, we kill with a grace and skill that none can match. There is no reason for our existence other than for living, we found you and those who you just killed in the slums, unwanted. We took you in, trained you, but we don't need all of you, thus the survival test and you survived among your piers. You will be trained, you will be forged and honed to the finest knife there is. Make no mistake, for if you do, you will die" completing his spiel in a cold detached tone, the assassin turned around to walk out of the arena, having confidence in the slave bond placed on all the recruits. Violet coloured eyes, scanned the arena for the last time, an incompressible glint flashing across as their gaze fell upon the back of the assassin. The glint was only for a moment as the boy followed after the assassin to begin his new life. 'A tool now eh? albeit a sharp one. What shall I do once I learned all that there is?', the boy was unusually calm as his figure disappeared into the darkness of the tunnel that led out of the arena. Several years later and after many killings, a young man stood before a dilapidated house in between the slums of two large waste treatment plants, ' Finally found you bastards. I am not a tool and I will never be.', with an anger that was like a tempered steel, he moved towards the house that was the front to the main assassin guild. A swift and precise battle started, one that was fought in the shadows, there was no explosion, no monologues between enemies, no war cries, for they were Assassins and they always went for simple, quick and precise killing. Atop the steel wired suspension bridge, that was almost 700 metre in height, a blood soaked youth casually gazed at the slumbering giant of a city that spanned across the large river, slowly wake up as the sun rose. When the sun rose above the bridge, ther wasn't anyone around.
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A banished prince, struggled with all his might yo reclaim what was his. His violet coloured eyes, drawing in enemies and allies alike....
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An exotic slave with beautiful violet coloured eyes sold to the noble ladies, to be used as their toys....
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An orphan
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A savage wild lander
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A beggar
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A clown
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A sacrifice
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An idol
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A pirate
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A martial artist
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A blacksmith
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An alchemist
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A messenger
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An omen
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A demon
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A playboy
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A saint
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A ring fighter
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A labourer
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A woman, clad in gossamer silken blue robes, with her features hidden as if by a veil, stood on the shores of a river, looking down on the small cradle holding a small child with abhorrence. "You are a mistake, one that shouldn't have happened. Begone from my sight. And never appear before me." With a wave of her hand, the cradle moved away from the shore and started moving with the flow of water. The beautiful woman, and she was beautiful for although hidden by a veil, her beauty could still be sensed, mysteriously flew towards the sky as if in some fantasy. Inside the cradle, the child opened his eyes, a violet coloured pair, with an intelligence that was unfit for a child of his age looked across the blue sky, that he could see from his position inside the cradle. 'Abandoned just like that, eh, What shall I do now?'
