4 The Truth behind the actions (1)

Following his respawn Raam knew exactly how the future moments would occur. To state, he did nothing different the second would be no lie. The only difference would be his emotion levels towards the events that occurred. He was more subject to tears and was more open towards showing affections in response to his family. Yet when the dagger was in his hand for the second time he still plunged it into his heart. The changes came in his third and life.

In the silence before his sister burst into the room, he mumbled, "The final time I'll see them." Raam tried to force himself to stand and fought against the pain. With his eyes tightly shut and his body hunched over he took a step. Following the simple short step, he fell his body gave up. Enclosing a fist he slams the ground angry at his weakness. He tried to endure the pain but a hoarse bellow of pain escaped. Immediately after the sound, his sister rushed into the room but the scripted had been changed.

"Nor? How did you get out of bed?" Her face was painted with concern. She kneeled next to him and sat him up against her. They sat in silence for a moment before their parents rushed in as well.

"He moved!" They both exclaimed in a mix of concern and joy. They knelt down on both sides of their kids before encasing them in a bear hug. Raam tightly shut his eyes but didn't release a sound.

Contrary to what unfolded in his previous lives Raam endured the pain and helped out around the mansion. None of his family was pleased with his choices consistently telling him to slow down and heal but he didn't obey or even listen.

Late at night while every else was asleep he would be muttering to himself, "I can't accept doing nothing. I need to help while I still can." He would be comforting himself with reassuring words of his actions holding value.

He made every moment count, for weeks he didn't stop beside to sleep, his meals were given to him as he worked. His previous skinny body was starting to obtain a normal shape and his pale complexion tanned from the constant sun. The pain had not faded for a single moment throughout the work despite this. Raam hates to admit it but this pain was his previous self's own work, not the spirit's.

"Nor, you need to stop!" His sister shouted in annoyance with a pout.

"Emm, you know I want to make up for my lost days... Alex, how much longer we have on the wall?"

"Another hour, but you should go rest."

"See Nor everyone wants you to take a rest. Let your body adjust before throwing yourself into work." Emm begged.

"I can't..." Raam threw himself back to his work. Emm watched in concern opting to get a chair and watch him instead of continuing to pester him to stop.

The weeks turned to months Nor didn't slow, he offered changes to the current economic situation in the country along with offering his services in manual labor. His family wasn't pleased with his choices but the citizens admired him.

Stepping out into the street they exclaimed shouts of joy at his appearance. He held a smile despite the pain stopping to talk with everyday people. It had become his routine over the past month every two days he would the middle class and working people how they viewed the country and what they felt was missing. It made they feel important despite Raam having implemented very few of the suggestions.

Standing alone on the outskirts of the town he looks out the evening lit sky. "Socialism here works to create a foundation for later years. I can only hope they don't drift towards communism. I won't get to see such days, however.

A king who is unwilling to stand at the front is unworthy of lead."

"Your Lordship, it is time to return," Alex states interrupting Raam's monologue.

"Do you think Emm will make a good queen?" He questioned not turning back to face Alex.

"I dare not say, your Lordship."

"Alex, I wish for your opinion, will my sister make a good queen?"

"She will be a kind queen one who cares greatly for her citizens." He answered honestly.

"That's my fear."

Six months had passed from when Raam had first awakened, it was the day Raam feared. From the past two lives of this story, he killed himself before the true end. In the original copy, he put the dagger down the desk and never left his bed ultimately meeting his end 8 months down the line but a moment that defined the future passed his death happened today.

"Your Highness we have confirmed there to be spies from the country to the south, Typrod." A man masked man informed.

"I'll be taking my leave here." Raam bowed before making his way out. He didn't pause walking directly out of the mansion. 'I really wish I didn't kill off all my characters.' Over six months of nonstop working Raam had an average to above average physique. With a dagger in hand, he mumbled, "Who would have thought the object that ended my life twice would be saving my third?"

With the hope of not being followed Raam rushed through the streets with his face covered by a ripped off section of his shirt. He had a decent idea of where the spies would be as he written their entry point in his book. The only covering around the town was in the south by a forest he had written to be used for guerrilla warfare. Raam ran through the forest looking for the camp of the first wave.

There were four men all skinny and dressed in black likely all trained assassins. '4 versus 1 there is normally no way this goes well for me.' Tightening his grip around the hilt. In a single motion, he rushed one of the four closest to him and brought the knife across his throat. 'Good thing I'm the protagonist here.' Raam had grown up as a normal teenage boy who had a fascination with crime shows and from there he learned some tricks on how to correctly slit people's throats. Details Redacted. (1)

After achieving a silent kill on the first man Raam waits back into the forest for the second. It may seem advantageous to rush through the next three but it is highly likely he will be noticed. Completing one silent kill for an amateur is rare but four would be near impossible. Calming his heart Raam patiently crouched for the next opening. From the splatter of blood, it wasn't long before the others notice and get defensive in their actions.

One walked to the tree and bush Raam hid with and without hesitation Raam acted a second time except this time in semi-fail. He made the kill but got caught in the blood making him more obvious than before. Details Redacted.

With two down Raam was more aggressive with his movements. He jumped the third his dagger going through the back of their head. Killed, details redacted.

He was unable to hide before the fourth took notice of him.

"You're good." The man praised, not hesitate or had any signs of obvious anxiety. Raam's dagger was still in the third man's skull which forced him to react to the other person's knife barehanded. He tried to bring his arms up to block the man's swing but the constant pain shot through his body making him a moment late on his block. The knife broke the skin but Raam's late block stopped it from piercing his skull. Thankfully the man was an assassin and not a warrior or Raam would be dead now.

"There isn't any chance we can both go our opposite ways or something like that?" Raam asked his face contorted from the force of the person above him.

"Yea sure," He responded.

"Great then if you would just release the force you're exerting on me we can go."

"If you stopped your block I wouldn't need to use force."

"I would be dead then!"

"Good!"

Raam acted first after the pointless dialogue kicking the man's legs out. With the short stun, he had enough time to get his dagger out of the man's skull. Swinging his whole body he swipes at the assassin's face. The person reacts causing Raam to only hit the mask covering the face.

"Seriously!" Ramm shouted in annoyance.

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After a back and forth Raam stood above the assassin their weapon kicked off to the side. In a fluid motion, he takes the fourth assassin's life. "Why did it have to be a female! This isn't a harem novel!" Raam might be exclaiming pointless words but his body wasn't in good condition. He had marks up and down his arms along with bruises on his legs along with lines of blood down his face starting from behind his hair.

Setting himself down by a tree he collects his thoughts on the story, "The plot was stalled but Typrod will likely still attack within the coming weeks." This continued to, "Two months, is it worth it?

I've laid everything down for them, all that is left is the threat of invasion. I want to stay here forever, I don't want this story to end, but the end was written by me not the spirit... Damn it!

I need to do something!

I'm alive now because of luck, and the training from the last four months anything more than this is impossible. In a dream, I would kill the king of Typrod changing the course of my novel's history but I don't have that ability."

Slamming his fists into the ground Raam reacted in frustrations to not knowing what to do next,

"Anger... I alone am not enough but my actions may be enough to cause a change!" A plot was created and it was an unlikely one but it may be enough to meet the spirit's requirements, just not his own.

Raam traveled for four nights and three days before reaching the outskirts of Typrod. He looked nothing like a royal and seemed to be nothing but a homeless man with nothing to his name. He was covered in mud and had lost some of the physique he had only just obtained. 'I don't kill myself because the pain I suffer has become numb.' He thought as he walked out of the forest immediately surrounded by soldiers.

"Identify yourself!" They shouted.

"The pain I cause to those I died around is everlasting, they are scars." He spoke under his breath, slowly walking towards the soldier standing in the center of them. He drew his dagger and immediately stabbed the captain but didn't obtain a kill. He quickly followed this with another slash blinding the captain's left eye.

"What are you all standing around for?! Kill him!" The Captain ordered. The soldiers didn't hesitate further and charged Raam.

Raam stood still unreacting to the shouts of soldiers that surrounded him, "What I suffer is only shallow cuts in comparison." He continued. He parried one blade and continued the motion to stab the man's throat taking their life. Similar to a hydra with one head cut two grew in its place.

Raam knew a dagger wasn't good for throwing but he took a risk, "That is why I put this dragger not to my heart but to action at war." He threw the dragger in hope of piercing the nearby captain's head. In the chaos of the soldiers, he had constantly adjusted himself as to be on the captain's left side within the blindness of his missing eye.

With the followed scream Raam knew it worked, "A king that doesn't lead his soldiers to war, isn't worth the admiration of his followers."

Raam was stabbed by multiple blades causing his voice to fade and himself to cough blood, "I'm no king." With those words, Raam's life as Nor ended.

~Passed! What object would you like to take back with you to the Waiting Room?~

"Passed?"