In the city of vereliya, the small city which is located in outskirts, surrounded by many mountains and a forest.
That is where a orphanage called Saint Ellian was located.
Aeon was born in a city that forgot its own name.
The people called it Virelya, but no one knew if that was what it had always been called, or if the city had simply accepted the name one day like a secondhand coat. It lay nestled in a crescent valley between hills that glowed blue under moonlight and forests where the trees whispered names not found in any map. The stars above Virelya never stayed still. They curved slowly across the sky in long, spiraling paths—as if even the heavens were caught in a story they couldn't escape.
The city was old, but not ruined. Time moved slower there, like the wind had grown tired and only wandered .
And at the heart of the city, hidden behind three rusted gates and a wall of ivy, stood the orphanage.
The Orphanage of Saint Ellian
It wasn't a grand building. More like a forgotten cathedral stitched to a crooked house. The windows were too tall, the ceilings too low. It creaked when it breathed. But it stood, and that was enough.
They called it Saint Ellian's Home for the Unnamed.
Nobody knew who Saint Ellian was. There were no statues, no history. Just a name etched above the heavy front doors in a language no one remembered how to speak.
The children who grew up there weren't given names when they arrived. Instead, they earned them over time—through kindness, mischief, bravery, or sorrow. Aeon earned his the day he stopped answering to anything else.
He was the quiet boy. The one who never cried. The one who wandered the halls like a ghost until he found the library.
The Library Itself
It was locked, at first. No one remembered the key. But Aeon found a way in—through a forgotten door in the laundry room that led into the stone underbelly of the orphanage. He wasn't trying to find magic. He was just trying to hide.
What he found was a room with 71 books. Exactly 71. No more, no less. The shelves were built into the walls like bones. The titles were strange—faded ink and languages not quite right. Some books hummed faintly when opened. Others were cold to the touch.
No one else read them. No one else could. He tried once, showing a girl a page from The Thief of Clouds, but the words swam like fish and vanished the moment she blinked.
Only Aeon could read them. Only Aeon could hear them whisper his name.
And though the other children called it a dead room, Aeon knew better.
The books were alive. They were waiting.
For someone to enter that room and start takling them. That's the when Aeon found himself a new happiness. Those books became his joy and sorrow. He started linked himself with those books .
And time flew like wind 8 years later . Aeon who has turned Eighteen years old . Reading the last book . Suddenly shouted and through that and said what was that ending. And thought if it were him he could have written the best ending.
After rooming around the room he took the book and put it on his lape he said " I wish I could change it " and slept.
When he opened up his eyes , he found himself in the small alley . Covered in the dirt and animals dung. He thought how did he end up here, he was in the library so how he came to this place . Then he heard a horn sound , he followed that sound and saw the parade and soldiers holding the flag which had the symbol of the shining sun in the down.
Then he realised that this flag is flag of the city of rising sun also known as holy city of luminiya ,the God of sun, "Paraciss ".
He was transmigratted in the novel that he was reading last night ,"Chronicles of lady Sarah"
That was the change of Fate for him.
That changed his Entire life .