8 Dream

Everything was dark that moment. He felt despair. He. Felt. Helpless.

What could he do? He was powerless. Weak. Pathetic. He was not special. But. He didn't want to die, he didn't deserve this. What had he done? He despised this feeling of weakness. Powerlessness. It was... Disgusting.

There was nothing he could do though. The world was spinning. Everything was turning dark before his eyes. There was no hope. He refused. He won't die like this. He should die a valiant death with no regrets. Not. Like. This!

But he sank into a deep sleep. His eyelids were heavy. He couldn't resist. He was dying...

That night, he had a dream. A beautiful dream. One where he lived and die as he wanted. He was at nobody's mercy. One where he was talented, gifted, charismatic and beloved. He was at the top of the world. He married a woman that others can only dream of marrying. He had a vast harem but he was still a loyal man able to resist all temptation. He had two cute little twins, one: a boy, another: a girl. They were geniuses like him. He ascended and became a revered god. There were religions made after him. There were sects made in his glory. All bowed and kneeled to him. He was the invincible hero. He was never defeated. He lived forever with his loved ones.

It was a pleasant dream. He hoped that it may come true. He knew it would probably not. He didn't deserve such great happiness. But he was not saying he deserved to die. He was simply saying that he was a normal person. He could never reach such great heights. Yet he shouldn't be killed like this. He was innocent.

Ah... The dream was coming to an end. It was a pleasant story while it lasted. He was very well aware that all of this was just a dream. A farewell gift before his death. He was dead, most probably. He let out a bitter smile.

If he could turn back time, what would he do? He wondered. He would probably treat everyone better. He would save his mum. He would never have come to this city. He would never... There were so many things left unfulfilled. There were too many. He simply regretted most of his life.

But there was no such thing as 'if' in this world. What has happened, has happened. There was no room for regrets.

Yet, the cold silent sleep he expected did not come. He was only greeted with a turmoil of images. It gave him a splitting headache. It was as though he was looking back at old memories. But he never had any recollection of these events happening. What did he see?

He saw through the eyes of a baby - it was just a hypothesis. He has tiny little hands, small, slim, milky-white hands, it waved in the air cutely. Though he saw through the eyes of whoever this was, he was not in the slightest in control of the body itself. He could not wave his hands freely, neither could he talk freely. He was like a silent observer.

He-, no- the body blinked repeatedly, he saw a beautiful woman before him, someone that oddly resembled his mother. The features were the same except it looked more refined and untouched by time and weariness. So these were his memories as a baby, no wonder he could not remember but why was he remembering all of this now, when he was dying? Wait, the memories were progressing; his mum handed him over to his wet nurse, a fair woman that looked in her early 30s. His body turned to look at his mother for a moment before quietly staring into the wet nurse's eyes fathomlessly, this action startled the wet nurse, this child wasn't crying in the slightest. It was too quiet. Was it dead?

In a panic, she gave him a harsh slap on the butt, a little too harsh, his butt turned completely red like a tomato. Of course, not even a full grown adult would be able to endure the stinging pain from that slap moreover a little baby. His smaller self couldn't resist letting out a cry of pain, tears started flowing endlessly. The nurse was satisfied while the mother was mortified.

"How could you slap my child so hard!", cried his mother, horrified.

"He wasn't crying, young miss.", explained the nurse, "I had no choice."

His mum let out a sigh of defeat, he face deathly pale, still weak from giving birth. Just then, a handsome man burst through the door grandiosely. His head snapped to look at the cause of the sudden banging, then his vision was engulfed by darkness.

His eyes snapped open in a flurry, and it was greeted by a cold stone ceiling of a cave. Where was he? Was he in heaven? No, that can't be, he seemed to be in a cave. He doubted that heaven even had caves. But why was his body so stiff? Everywhere ached. He feebly attempted to get up, and to his dismay, his arm right now couldn't handle the burden and he collapsed back onto the ground. He was panting and puffing, has his physical deteriorated that even such small action drained him of energy?

He moved his stiff neck to survey his surrounding warily, he was most definitely not in the ruins of Weicang. He realized he was lying on a thin piece of cloth spread out on the wild grass of this blocked cave. The entrance was blocked by a myriad of stones, sunlight peaked through the numerous holes between the stones.

In his current condition, he was most definitely under the mercy of whoever brought him here. He gently scoured the grass, looking for any sort of weapon that could be used to protect him. After all, he narrowly escaped death once, and even though the person who saved him likely had no bad intentions, he was unwilling to not take any precautions just in case. Wait...where was his sword?! No, could it be that it was lost! Shoot, it was the only thing he had left of his parents. He bit his lips, nevermind, the fact that he lived was good enough yet he felt insecure without that sword. It was like wearing a watch, when you lose your watch, you feel like something is missing. That was exactly what he felt at that moment.

Suddenly, he heard a loud explosion, he turned and was alarmed to find the blocked entrance decimated by a little boy that seemed to only be 9. What was going on?!? Wait, that little boy seemed familiar. He wracked his brains to find where he saw that little boy, ah yes, at Weicang... Wasn't he the sword that turned into a human...

There was a slight pause, he...to put it lightly, was stunned. He stared at the little boy who stared back at him in surprise. He noticed that the boy was cradling a few dead chickens, most likely to be cooked and eaten. The boy was taken aback with the fact he was awake all of a sudden.

"So you're awake...huh..." chuckled the boy.

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A/N note: uhh, sry for not releasing a chapter in ages but I hope u can forgive me. I can't promise something like that wouldn't happen again but I can say that I will update a chapter every 2-3 days from now on, depending on my speed of writing.

Peace out!