Young Lord

Phuyal Anil felt as if someone was calling him.

"Young Lord, wake up…"

He turned his head away, but the sounds he had heard did not disappear, instead they became even louder. Then, he felt someone gently tug on his sleeve.

"Young lord, Please wake up!"

Phuyal Anil opened his eyes immediately. He did not see any of the things he had grown familiar with—the screen was gone, the desk was gone, and so too, was the wall which he had plastered with Post-its. They were replaced by a strange scene—rows of small brick houses, a round public square that was crowded with people, and a door-shaped gallows that was erected in the middle of the public square. He was seated on an elevated platform from across the square. The chair he sat on was not his usual soft swivel chair, but instead, a cold and hard iron chair. Sitting alongside him was a group of people whose gazes were fixated upon him. Among them were a few young women who were dressed as medieval ladies like what he had seen in Western movies, and they were busy giggling among themselves.

"Where on Earth is this? Wasn't I shot on my chest by Subas?" Phuyal Anil's mind was vacant, perhaps caused by the feeling of death that grew nearer to him as her remember his childhood friend Subas shooting at him just because he humiliated him as He repaid what he had done to him in his childhood."

"Dear son, What happened?"

The speaker was the person that had quietly tugged on his sleeve. His face was old, seemingly in his fifties or sixties, and he wore a white robe. At first glance, had a little resemblance to Oden, From Avengers.

"Am I dreaming?" Phuyal Anil thought as he licked his dry lips.

In this strange dream, he discovered that his eyesight was extraordinarily good. He would usually require glasses to read the words on a computer screen, but now, he could clearly see every detail of the the place, which was fifty meters away, without his glasses.

He got up. His silvery white hair waved along the wind and watched in direction of the old man.

"Aaaahhh" The Young man cried.

The Women beside him shouted "What happened, young lord? "

Anil Finally Remembered everything, how he died and how he got reincarnated.

He walked to the direction of the old man, and said "Greetings Father."

This seemingly old man in his fifties his father, Bosz Leypoz.

The old man said in solemn way, "Now, my dear son please tell me how are you in this sorry state."

The old man continued "Who did this to you? Please tell me I will execute him right here in front of everyone."

Anil then replied "I don't remember much. I feel hazy. Looks like I will need to rest for about a week."

The old man replied "No problem Saurav, Go and have a rest. I will be sure to punish whoever plans to lay hands on my son. I Bosz Leypo Take an oath in front of everyone that if I don't punish the one who harmed my son, then I will resign my position as the marquis of Φωτιά village."

[Editor Note: Φωτιά is too hard to read. It literally means Fire so we are going to name the Φωτιά village as Fire Town]

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Sound could be heard all around the giant castle. The Castle was big and had golden exterior. This castle's luster was equivalent to the White House from his previous Life.

A young 7 year old boy walked through the door. The guards Bowing in front of him saying "Greetings to Young lord". The Seven year young boy walked through the huge silvery gate. Passing through the corner and searching in his memories, the location of his room in this huge castle. The Young man seemingly entered a room. It was well decorated. Golden sheets were laid on the beds and it looked as if the room belong to a King.

The young boy then took a deep breath, and whispered toward the mirror, "From now on, I'm Saurav"

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