There is a boy.
People know him as Ren...His Full name, only he knows about —Avarien
A child once abandoned — or so the world thought.
A name without origin. A life without record.
Dragged through filth, sharpened by silence, and tempered in the dark.
But shadows remember.
And so do the dead.
Now, he hears voices others cannot. Whispers that slip through candlelight. Eyes that blink from puddles. He walks with ghosts — not by choice, but by curse… or a gift— Depends on how you use it...
He thought he was just another side character in a world too cruel for kindness.
But then came the ache of déjà vu. The shape of a story long forgotten. The familiar pulse of a world he once read, now rewritten.
A noble family mourns a son killed by a hero.
A war brews.
A name long erased waits to be spoken again.
Not by fate — but by fire.
And he?
He doesn't know who he is yet.
But the world will.
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Abused. Beaten. Broken — yet he lived.
The world had no place for him, and death itself turned him away.
Not by mercy. Not by fate.
He endured through nothing but the fierce defiance in his blood and blade.
He would crawl when his legs gave out,
Bleed if it meant moving forward —
Because time would never wait for a boy who couldn't run.
Now, years later, he stands.
Not whole. Not healed.
But steady.
He built himself from ashes.
He forged a life from scraps.
And if the family that left him behind were to return —
He would not go crawling back.
But... was that all?
A sliver of memory.
A name once whispered.
A truth buried too deep to recall.
Something is stirring.
A voice he should not remember... calls.
And now that he remembers —
Nothing will hold him back.
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