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Re : Life

Ale, the 'Incarnation of an ancient saint', 'An angel', 'The right hand of God', he goes by many names within the people of his duchy. And just like those names suggests, he's a kind, understanding, smart yet down to earth soul, someone you'd look for in times of despair.He was like a Messiah, an example for others to look up to. And he achieved all that within three years. Before that, nobody even acknowledged his existence. Now, you may ask what could've happened three years ago that changed him like this, which gave birth to this hero. To answer your question, it's 'death'. He died. Not three years ago but twenty years into the future. He died twenty years later in the future and then came back to the past, to the beginning of everything, to a time where nothing had gone wrong. He lived a miserable life and died a miserable death. All he wanted was to do was help people and be a good person, but what he received in return was a world of pain, the death of his loved ones and the title of 'The betrayer of humanity'. It was him against the entire world, a life full of misunderstanding. Yet, all he did was helping a wounded soul. He received all that for helping someone he shouldn't have, for befriending someone he should've killed at first site. He befriended a demon. But it was all in the past now. The future he experienced no longer existed. The naïve young master was no longer there. The Ale of present was a person with knowledge, experience and skill unlike no other. And this time, he wasn't going to repeat the mistakes of his past anymore. He wasn't going to walk a road of ignorance and foolishness. This time, what path will he choose? In this second chance, what mistakes will he undo and what enemies will he need to deal with? Will he be able to save his loved ones in this life? And in the end, what will happen to Ale, this man full of unseen scars and wounds? Will he actually be able to heal?

Partim · Fantasy
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149 Chs

The End of War

Ale waited with the rest of his friends for Alex to wake up.

But even after ten to fifteen minutes, he showed no signs of waking up. On the other hand, Ale himself was coming down with a fever.

He tried not to make it obvious. But the heat coming off of his body alone was a dead giveaway. And his pale flushed cheeks weren't helping him hide it either.

"You're not going to die, right?"

Xion asked again, for the thiusandth time. He was sitting right in front of Ale, sharply monitoring even the slightest changes in Ale's body.

The anxiety of not knowing what was wrong with his best friend, and his newly learned fact about the human body being extremely weak was adding fuel to the fire. The way Xion was continuously tapping his leg on the floor made it very obvious.

"It's nothing serious. I guess I overused my power. That's all."

"The healing power? Why did you overuse it? They could've been healed by healers from their own country."