Osiris

With two long steel shards in my hands, I looked at what was left of the island. Nothing but burnt forest. The current storm had fortunately saved the island from being completely desolate, but there was definitely nobody else alive here. 

I looked towards the mountain and remembered the Onyx Dragon's Scale that lay inside of the cave.

In order to awaken to the Osiris stage, I needed to go through immense physical training. I don't know why, but if my crawling session just now wasn't enough, then I'll have to go extremely beyond that.

I gripped at the steel shards as I made my way through the burnt and smoking forest. There were no signs of any life left, and this somewhat confirmed my belief that Cale, Milura, and Luna did not survive.

I walked until I reached the cliffside where Sam's, or Saram's hut, was. Using the shards, I climbed up the mountain by stabbing the steel in and out of the cliff. With already being extremely exhausted along with the raging storm, it took me twice the time to reach the shack. Since I was using sword shards and not daggers like I used to, they were slippery, so I had to hold tight so that it would cut my palms just so I didn't lose my grip.

After finally getting there, I made my way into the cave, all the way down to where I was previously training. 

Magic, that is what I need to become stronger. That's all I've needed. I have the skills taught by Sam, I can use a sword, and I can kick and punch fairly well. The ONLY thing I've needed up until now is magic. To hell with only being able to awaken during puberty, I'll do it right here and fucking now.

I said to myself as I walked up to the Onyx Dragon scale that lay in the cave. I thought about all that I had gone through up until now, dying twice, and the never ending torture that ensued after my second death. I've decided to call that experience "hell." After all it might as well have been hell for all I know. Throughout that entire time I began asking myself one question,

Why? Why did the dragons come, why did they kill everyone and destroy everything. What the hell did I, or anyone do to deserve that? It's so unbelievably frustrating, I was living my life, I had a family and a future ahead of me, everyone did. Just what the actual fuck-! 

Thump!

All that could be heard was a thump echo throughout the cave as I punched the scale. My knuckles ached as it was like punching brick, but I didn't care.

Thump!

Thump!

Crack!

After punching the hard dragon scale some more, I eventually felt the bones in my knuckles break. But in my blinding rage and hatred for all that I have had to go through up until now, I ignored all of the warning signs my body gave out as I continued to destroy my right fist into the scale.

"WHY?!

WHY?!

WHY!"

I cried out as my blood began splattering all over the scale. 

"I WAS JUST A KID! A TEENAGER JUST LIVING HIS STUPID LIFE WITH HIS FRIENDS AND FAMILY, WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THAT, WHAT DID ANYONE IN THAT WORLD DO, ALL OF THE MEN, WOMEN, CHILDREN, AND BABIES. BILLIONS OF LIVES THAT HAD HOPES, DREAMS, FAMILIES AND AMBITIONS. ALL FOR IT TO BE GATHERED AND SLAUGHTERED LIKE- LIKE FUCKING COWS AND PIGS?!"

I continued my out outrage as I used my fists as a vassal for my emotions. An overflow of hatred, sorrow, and anger came out through my punches on the dragons scale. 

Then what? As if it wasn't already enough I'm reincarnated into the same world as those disgusting pieces of shit dragons. It's as if the universe has decided to use my life as an experiment. As soon as I become comfortable for even a second, Cale, Milura, and Sam, now gone. 

"I MEAN WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK? SOME SORT OF COSMIC JOKE? DID GOD OR WHO EVER IS UP THERE THINK I AM THEIR TEST SUBJECT."

Again and again I outcried my frustration with everything while destroying my fists. At this point my hands where completely broken, and I could no longer feel them. Just an extreme sense of pain coupled with a fast heart rate. 

This is it.

I thought.

This is how I awaken, my heart needs to go past its limits.

"Then so be it. If that's my role to play in this fucked up divine or cosmic plan then I'll do that. I will get revenge. It's already too late to change anything now, my resolve has not and will not change ever, until Aasimar, Riken and every dragon in this world is dead."

I then continued punching, over and over again. Even with every bone in my hands shattered I continued, ignoring the pain, and ignoring my heart beat. Eventually my hands became so mangled and destroyed that they snapped off the connecting forearms, but even then I did not stop punching. Tears of blood ran down my face as I felt the unimaginable pain from punching using shattered bone, and my teeth shattered from grinding down on them. Blood began to gush all over the black scale until it was nothing but a bloody mess.

Even then, I continued. Eventually, the same thing that happened to my hands happened to my forearms. With nothing to punch with, I then began kicking. I started with my right leg first, and after an unknown amount of time, my foot snapped off.

Throughout this entire time, I was letting out blood curdling screams that heavily echoed inside the cave, and after my foot snapped off, I could no longer think straight.

Instead, what kept me going was the apparition of Aasimar and Riken in the corner. Every time I felt like turning back or stopping from the insurmountable pain, I looked towards them, they were laughing and looking down on me, and I was reminded of not only the torture in hell but my resolve and thirst for revenge.

After my right foot, came my right shin, then my left foot and left shin. After that, I had no limbs to stand on. So, using my destroyed knees, I put myself up against the bloody scale, and without any limbs to kick or punch, I used my forehead.

My heart, which was already at a very dangerous rate, began going faster and began practically skipping beats. The feeling that I might have a heart attack at any second haunted me throughout this entire time but I could not stop. I was not only doing this out of blinding emotions, after my first hand came off, I concluded that this would be my way of "awakening." I knew that if I died, I would have to go back to "hell," and it would be worse than before, but maybe just maybe this newly given healing ability or whatever it was would keep me from fully dying. 

CRACK!

After the first full force hits with my forehead, a loud crunch reverberated in my mind. I became dizzy and practically unconscious. Even after all that however, I continued and just after three more hits, I could feel it. Or more like I could no longer feel it, my heart or anything. My world became completely white with loud echoing ringing noises and distorted voices yelling out familiar phrases and sentences that I've heard before. It was complete insanity.

However, out of all of this chaos, there was one thing that I could see. A glowing red flame somewhere in my white vision. I stretched out towards the flame, but with no arms, I might as well have been using the phantasmic feelings inside my mind to reach for it. For an unknown amount of time my mind or brain completely shutdown, I wasn't asleep but nor was I awake. The only thing I was doing was staring and holding onto this red flame. I had no thoughts, no imaginations not even one. Then eventually everything went black.