Cyrus Moreno.

The sun was setting, and the sky was a brilliant orange hue. A man walked down the street, his hands in his pockets and his head down. He looked up at the sky and took a deep breath. "It's been a long day," he said to himself. He continued walking, his thoughts drifting back to the events of the day. He had just finished a meeting with one of his business partners, and it had not gone well. He was still trying to figure out what had happened. He had done everything he could to make sure the deal went through, but somehow, it had all fallen apart. He was frustrated and angry, but he knew he had to keep moving forward. He had a lot of work to do if he was going to make his dream of becoming the richest man in the world a reality. He sighed and shook his head. He was determined to make things right, no matter what it took.

As he walked, he noticed a commotion up ahead. There was a crowd gathered around something, and people were shouting and pointing. He quickened his pace, curious to see what was going on. As he got closer, he saw that there was a young boy standing in the middle of the crowd, surrounded by a group of men. The boy was small and skinny, and he looked scared. The men were taunting him, and one of them was holding a baseball bat. The man decided that it would be best for him to continue walking home, but he was still visibly angry after what happened at the meeting.

After getting back to his condo, he cracked open a beer and sat down on his couch to watch the news. He was tired, but he knew that he needed to stay up and keep working. He had a lot of ideas for how to improve his business, and he wanted to get started on them right away. He took a sip of his beer and turned up the volume on the television. The news anchor was talking about a recent robbery that had taken place in the city. The culprit had gotten away with a large amount of money, and the police were still searching for him. The man shook his head. All of a sudden, he heard a rumble in the complex that he was living in, followed by a loud crash. He quickly got up and ran to the window, trying to see what was going on. When he looked outside, he saw that the building across the street had collapsed. He watched in horror as the building crumbled to the ground, taking everything with it.

He ran out of his condo and down the stairs, trying to see if anyone was hurt; however, before he could get out of the building, his complex crumbled as well, crushing him in the process.

A man stood in a dark room, his eyes glowing a faint red. He was tall and slender, with pale skin and long, black hair. He wore a black suit and tie, and his hands were folded behind his back. He stared at the wall in front of him, his expression unreadable.

"It seems like you have failed me," he said, his voice low and smooth.

"Who the hell are you?" the man asked, scratching his head.

"You don't remember me? I'm Omnixis, the God of Death. I am here to make a deal with you."

The man was now visibly confused; he didn't know where he was or why he was brought here. "Sure, I'll make a deal with you."

Omnixis chuckled. "You are a very interesting man, Cyrus Moreno. You have a lot of potential, but you have made some bad choices in your life. You have also been very unlucky. I am here to offer you a chance to start over."

"Cyrus Moreno?" Cyrus asked.

"I am offering you a chance to be reborn. You will have a new life, a new body, and a new chance to make things right. You will be given a new name, a new identity, and a new purpose. Your name will be Cyrus Moreno; however, there is one condition."

"What is that?" Cyrus asked, intrigued.

"You will be given a second chance, but you must use this opportunity wisely. I will bring you back on the condition that-" Cyrus was not able to hear the words that Omnixis uttered, yet he still agreed to the deal.

"Very well, I will grant you this gift, Cyrus Moreno. But remember, you have been given a second chance, and you must use it wisely. Farewell, and good luck."

Cyrus' Perspective:

I woke up to the sound of a baby crying. I opened my eyes and saw a bright light. I was lying on a soft bed, and I could feel the warmth of a blanket covering my body. I looked around and saw that I was in a small room. I tried to sit up, but I was too weak. I looked down at my hands and saw that they were tiny and chubby. I was a baby. I had been reborn. I saw two people sobbing like they'd seen a miracle; these two people must be my parents.

"What should we name him?" the woman asked.

"I don't know," the man replied. "Let's call him Cyrus."

"Cyrus," the woman repeated. "That's a good name."

I heard the sound of a door opening, and a man walked into the room. He was tall and muscular, and he had a stern expression on his face.

"Is the baby here?" he asked.

"Yes," the woman replied. "He's a healthy boy."

The man walked over to the bed and looked down at me.

"He looks just like his father," he said. "He'll be a strong man; I'm sure of it."

"Thank you," the woman said. "We appreciate your help."

The man nodded and left the room. I looked up at my parents and smiled. They were both smiling back at me. Why was I reborn into this world? The words that Omnixis said to me were blurred out of my mind. What deal did I make with him?

My parents were named Rafael and Elena Cyrus. They were a loving couple that worked hard to provide for their family. It seemed that the calendar system was very different in this world, so using their calendar system, I was born on the 10th of The First Bloomrise, in the first year of the Epoch of Enlightenment.

I was their only child, and they were overjoyed to have me. They were also very protective of me, and they made sure that I was always safe. They were both very kind and caring, and they always made sure that I was happy.

I grew up in a small town called Willowmere. It was a peaceful and quiet place, and it seems like the perfect place for me to grow up and accomplish whatever Omnixis wants me to.

My parents were both teachers, and they taught me how to read and write. They also taught me how to be a good person, and they always encouraged me to help others; however, some people will never change, and in my case, I will keep doing what I have to do in order to become stronger no matter what. That is what I did before I got reincarnated, and I sure as hell won't change my ways now.

By the time I had some comprehension of the language in Elyria, I decided to pick up a few books that would help me learn how to use magic. What my parents don't know is that I'm a 28-year-old man in the body of a 6-year-old, so I picked up on the language a lot faster than I was supposed to, so I read the book in secret to prevent any skepticism from my parents.

The book I read was called 'The Basics of Magic'. It was a very simple book, and it explained the basics of magic and how to use it.

According to the book, magic is a power that can be used by anyone, but only if they have the ability to do so. There are many different types of magic, and each type has its own unique abilities. The book also explained that magic is a very powerful force, and it can be used for both good and evil. It is important to be careful when using magic and to only use it for good purposes. I was fascinated by this information, and I was determined to learn as much about magic as possible. I read the book over and over again, and I memorized every word. However, when it came to actually learning how to use magic, I couldn't. I tried the incantations over and over, yet nothing came out. I thought I was doing something wrong, and I began to become frustrated, but who was going to help me? My parents? No, they would think I was crazy. I was going to have to figure this out on my own.