At that moment, I was drifting unconsciously along the river. My nonexistent life, the life I never truly lived, flashed before my eyes. I remembered the few good moments I had, but perhaps… I was happy because I was finally dying. I was about to find peace, to feast endlessly in heaven. But apparently, Fate had different plans. Just as I was about to completely lose consciousness, I felt a hand on my chest.
MEANWHILE, THE ENTIRE WORLDWhile these events were happening, the whole world was in great panic. A massive storm had suddenly appeared, covering the entire globe. It struck everywhere, shattering wooden houses into pieces. People who lived through those moments thought that the end of humanity had come—that it was the Day of Judgment itself. Yet what they didn't know was that Judgment Day had been born that day.
At that moment, the hand I felt pulled me out of the river and laid me down on the grass. With its touch, my entire soul and all my wounds were healed. When I opened my eyes, I saw before me someone—or rather, something—so beautiful it nearly blinded me. No, it wasn't a "someone." It was something else. It was too perfect to be human. In that moment, it was as if I had been purged of all my past memories; the storm that tore through the trees didn't even seem to touch us. Inside me, I felt a bright, radiant vitality. While the world was experiencing the end, I felt as though I was being reborn.
But then, I remembered my father's words: "When people die, an angel comes to take them away." Those words echoed in my head over and over, and I began to cry, truly like a child, believing that I was already dead. Yet that thing before me raised its hand and placed it on top of my head. Instantly, flowers bloomed in the grass around us. My heart eased, my joints relaxed, and my tears stopped as if they had never existed. I opened my eyes, still wet from crying, and looked at the being.
It spoke to me: "Zerathion velkurae thalos imrath enkuriel." But I did not understand. What did it mean?
Moments later, the storm suddenly ceased, the sun broke through, and a rainbow appeared. The being rose into the sky, wings spreading from its back, and it flew until it vanished from sight. At first, I thought I was inside some dream or illusion, but the truth was something far beyond what I could understand at that time.
As it disappeared, its effect on me faded as well, and I returned once more to being a seven-year-old child. Alone in the forest, I began crying again, shouting at the top of my lungs as I stumbled blindly through the trees, colliding into one after another. But after a while, I heard a human voice shouting:
"This way! Over here! There's a child here!"
Some strangers took me from the forest and brought me to a town. They tried to talk to me, but I was too terrified, too shocked to say a single word. I cried for hours. This place was Dunvaris, a town in the Velmirath Kingdom, hundreds of kilometers away from my home… But how had I gotten there?
Friends, please follow my story in the collections section. I know I went through some parts a bit quickly, so things might feel a little confusing. But don't worry—because in the next chapter, I'll rewrite these events from an outside perspective in a more detailed and understandable way.