DC: ᛗᚨᚷᛁᚲ [MAGIC]

"Mundus extra est saltu" means the world outside is a jungle. It was something I believed to be wrong but that was the opinion of a useless and lazy boy living on his parent's hard work.

But that all changed when I was forced out of my comfort zone. I mean the world outside of my home was scary as fuckkk! and hella confusing to understand.

People will lie as if they were Loki himself. Some lied about their genders.Some about the grander dreams they could help fulfil. Some did not even know about the kind of life they wanted to live. All we were but puppets to the desires of those who had status and money. The common consensus was that the reason for WW3 would be resources or water. But the true reason was the fucking western countries trying to impose their morals, their rules on other countries.

Human greed had shown its face when India was painted as the bad guy in world outside and using that Pakistani terrorists attacked the parliament center. My parents were near the area. It hurt a lot to lose them. The regrets, the guilt was overwhelming but most of all the desire for revenge was overpowering me. So, India retaliated despite many nations threatening them not to especially America and China.

But, India has had enough. So that was how the war between India and China began. Countries like Maldives, Pakistan, Nepal and many other. Japan gave refuge to the Indian people and Russia tried to help but they were already in a war with Ukraine. A war was also going in the Gaza, Palestine and Isreal. So some one was bound to get fed up with the fact that USA was providing aid to Ukraine and Pakistan. So something like 9/11 again happened which provoked USA to join the war.

The unexpected aid to India came from the African nations which gave them an opportunity to strike back harder and force the enemy to retreat. That gave us a year without any major conflict. Whereas other countries utilized propaganda to enlist, India used cold hard truth. The tactic worked as many men and women despite their status joined the military. India saw a rise in their military capabilities like never before, innovation was at its peak but there was no peace to celebrate it.

I too enlisted and fought back. The wars all around the world was gaining in intensity to finally develop into the world war 3 when an unknown assailant had attacked one of the peace meetings organized by the UN. The whole world raged at eachother. Initially the war was justice, to fight back thier impositions but now all war is a fight for survival. To survive and pervail,to come out on top, standing on lives of millons of people.

Oh…yeah like I was talking about how the world is a jungle. I saw that, felt that and believed that statement to be wholly valid. I mean war led to women getting raped, children getting killed, and world getting burned. But still, the war ended or did it. I don't know for, I died. Not protecting my countries people, not as war hero or a commander. I died getting tourtured by the Chinese. Fucking cockroach eaters.

(A/N: Sorry, my friends nothing like such thoughts on my part. Just the character from a fan- fiction. So don't hate me. I mean, I love Chinese stories and ladies.)

So these were the main things I gather from the forced fusion of two souls. I mean me "the real/original soul" is only 5 years old and the other soul being of an Indian male 45 old in years of its existence.

At first, I was fucking scared and my survival instincts kept blaring danger signals. So I heard them and kept rejecting the soul like when a child does not want to eat its veggies and they keep swinging their limbs in random directions. Well, that kinda helped and during my flappings with the soul I glimpsed at its memories and through them, Curiously, I touched the soul which led me to gained this 45-year-old man's memory making me a bit mature in case you were wondering how can a 5-year-old has such a complex inner monologue.

There are a couple of issues that came to light with these memories. First children are not supposed to be living in cages like animals and are not to be experimented on. Second, will those memories affect my personality or reactions well they did because I lived those memories as you would live a new life so no issues there. Thank Shiva.

The third issue is I do not have a name and from those, I got a nice collection of names. So my name is "Káfsi Astéri" literally meaning a burning star. I took this name that literally came to me as a whisper as I looked at the pitiful rays of sunlight that came into my room and wondered where could they come from.

The fourth issue is that during the conversation between the bad people, I regularly heard the word "Homo Magi" and hearing that word a deep sense of dread ran through me. Upon deep thinking, I came to a wonderful realisation that I a poor, weak and pitiful child is a civilian resident of the DC multiverse.

While this monologue was going on in my mind I was being carried by a dark mage (bad people) to an operations table painted with pentagrams and blood bags hanging around it.

Upon seeing it I started to try and fight back because I wanted to leave the place and run to my cell and hide in a corner. Because it was so painful and I was scared of the pain and that I would die because of it. Somebody, please HELP, HELP ME PLEASE.

[GEN POV]

But those people did not listen to the child and started doing their work. The screaming echoed in the facility for nobody to listen and no help to come or was that truly so?

To be continued