The sun filtered softly through thin clouds as Guhan reached the edge of the village. A humble settlement built along the gentle riverbanks, with fields of golden grain waving like a welcome. Children ran barefoot. Smoke curled lazily from thatched roofs.
Peace.
It almost felt fake.
Guhan stood there, quiet, for a long time. He didn't know why—but something inside resisted stepping forward.
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[Flashback Begins: Five Years Ago – War World]
He remembered another village.
One just like this.
But instead of laughter, there were screams.
Instead of children playing, there were bodies burning.
Guhan had arrived too late.
The demons had raided it after breaking the western defense lines. He had fought until his body was soaked in blood—his own and others'. He healed soldiers mid-battle. Then took up fallen weapons to strike back.
At night, he collapsed in a ruined church, surrounded by the dead.
That was the first time it happened.
> He healed a dying knight—and felt a memory burn into his mind.
The knight's training, thoughts, even a forbidden sword technique.
By morning, Guhan could wield the same blade... better than its creator.
It terrified him.
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[Back to Present – Guhan Shakes It Off]
He stepped into the village.
Every eye turned toward him—some curious, some wary. His crimson eyes and warrior's posture were hard to miss. Even when relaxed, Guhan looked like someone built to kill.
A local elder approached.
"You... look tired, traveler."
"I've walked far," Guhan replied.
"We don't have much," the elder said, "but you're welcome to share it."
Kindness.
No judgment.
No prophecy.
Just kindness.
Guhan bowed his head. "Thank you."
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[Village Life – A Pause for the Warrior]
He spent the next few days helping where he could: chopping wood, repairing roofs, even helping children build small wooden weapons for play.
But at night… the dreams came.
Dreams of war. Of fire. Of memories that didn't belong to him.
He had healed over a hundred warriors in his life. Each one left a mark.
Sword techniques from a desert mercenary.
Spear stances from an elf captain.
Close-quarter combat from a dwarf assassin.
He remembered them all.
> Guhan wasn't just a healer.
He was a library of violence—each technique etched into his soul.
And that truth scared him more than any demon ever could.
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[Final Scene – Guhan at the Riverbank]
One evening, he stood by the river. Alone. His reflection wavered in the water.
He dipped his hand into the current.
Light bloomed in his palm—soft healing magic pulsing from his skin.
> "This power… was supposed to save," he whispered.
"But all I've done… is survive."
Behind him, the sound of footsteps.
A soft voice: "You're not from here, are you?"
He turned.
A woman stood in the moonlight.
Tall, graceful… with silver hair and green eyes that shimmered like leaves in the wind.
An elf.
And in that moment, for the first time in a long time…
Guhan felt seen.
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