After the fight.

In a world of magic and mana far, far away, a reincarnated senior citizen was coming to a conclusion.

_'This world sucked!.'_

i awoke face-down on the floor in a dark room, moving my head to see around me was like moving a mountain, around me The shadows are long and I was smelling the stench of my enemy's burnt flesh, it made the room feel darker more sinister.

The moon light is soft and silvery, with no harsh edges. The light can be used to create a sense of peace and tranquility, but in this room, it only serves to create a sense of unease and dread.

Then i was going in and out of awareness, until the fear of getting stabbed in my sleep took hold of me, and motivated me, i turned my senses inward moved my mana to my mind then the wound, it hurts to feel the wound in my living tissue using aura, this aura is a new way to experience pain, to feel, and see, causing a sensation of things crawling on my skin.

_'you're in pain, because you are alive.'_ i told myself.

i forced my self to fully awaken. 'Where the fuck am I?'. For a moment i was lost until it all came back, i remembered. The stupid fight, amara, the mana.

The assassin was waiting for me in the shadows, no not me amara he was waiting for amara, that kid is like a curse, and i fallowed him home yeah i fucked up.

i didn't like having my face on the solid rocky floor of the storage room. So i moved.

As i turned on my back and looked around me, The room feels cold and empty, i found amara on his knees next to me, he was looking at the empty aluminum bottle i gave him, it didn't have much mana in it, yet it seemed to have done the job, as for amara, he looked like an idiot trying to solve a difficult puzzle. The wagon was behind him door closed and next to it was blood and the dead gorilla horse freak thing, ah so that's why it was silent, the assassin killed it.

What time is it, it's clearly night but i must have lost awareness for less than five minutes, right?, or was it an hour. Why is the room darker?.

amara was still next to me, his eyes on the bottle with his aure around it, as i looked at him and his hands holding the bottle as if it was some holy relic, i shivered he was creeping me out.

oh, shit pure mana, he knows about it and its value, probably more than me, the look in his eyes was proof, it's a fact he knows about my pure mana.

Shit, that's one secret out. So what will he do?.

As I like to say, 'With great power comes great lust for more power.' at least he saved my life, 'oh yes, he did it with that dinner plate'.

i looked for it. And found it next to me. A man or i should say a boy like me will probably be stabbed again, so better to be safe than bleeding out and dead.

i picked up the healing plate, it was a formation or ward thing, am not sure about the differences and didn't give a fuck right now about the category of things.

This world is still new to me, and i didn't need to know its name, just how to use it, i need to keep the fucker to study or buy it from amara then study it.

i could feel its effect on my body, my new spinal injury issues from falling in the kitchen, and getting stabbed were both healed, and the stabbing was gone, just a scar and the blood remained as a proof, i was healed yet my mind was tired and my mana level was low. So my own mana and the mana from the bottle were used entirely for healing me.

i see myself as a life loving soul that likes to stay alive, so yeah i feel it was a good investment to use mana for healing. Now i just need to refresh my mana levels. i could be attacked again at any-moment.

I’d grown a little soft, having enjoyed my time of relative safety inside the hill after closing the door, and now after finding myself amongst people. i became soft, its time for a firm hand mentality. i must not forget that there is always something lurking in the shadows, waiting to pounce.

Time to wake that paranoia, setup some plans B, C, Z, and always be prepared for the worst.

As i looked around me before entering the wagon, i saw an opened small high window, 'ah so that's how the assassin entered the house'. But how did he bypass the ward?. If it's a skill, i need to learn it and to avoid trusting my wards too much.

Maybe i should make mechanical locks and mix it with ward's.

i can see that outside the sky was dark, The clouds began to dissipate, and the moon appeared to me again, that moon, i don't like this moon, it is creepy broken dead moon, it makes my skin feel cold and itchy, i fear it for some reason.

That moon is a painting of sadness, loneliness, and death. i looked away from it.

Ignoring my mental tiredness i stood using the last drops of mana i had, and i passed amara, "good night amara see you tomorrow".

Amara finally snapped out of whatever was mind blocking him, he looked at me. "Are you okay?" he asked.

"I think so," I said.

"How,,, where did you get that mana, wait,, what are you doing amarys."

"Going to take a nap, but before that, amara don't tell anyone about the mana, its my little secret, and I'm worried about this secret getting out."

"This secret, so your aluminum box on wheels is not a secret, was it a distraction?."

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its my stupidity, how was i supposed to remember that aluminum can be more precious than gold in older times, i chose to play with him a bit, "amara are we friend, because I can't imagine having a friend that I couldn't trust."

i looked at him, and he seemed to have remembered i just electrified a man to death. yeah he see's the threat in having an enemy like me.

This kid has his little secrets and i don't know them, so having him know mine irritates me. And its unfair. 'Amara What do you want near me?'. i wanted to ask, but not yet.

He answered a bit too happy and joyful, "yes, you can trust me, if you ever need to talk, I'm here for you."

" I appreciate that. But I don't think I can talk about the mana not yet. I need to think about it some more."

"i understand"

i was getting tired more and more, my eyes were cloudy and i was crashing, so i ended this worthless charade. "Good night, will talk,,, after, after i wake the fuck-up. Tell aqisol not to bother me." i could see his curiosity die, or hide.

i took the bottle from his hand and sealed the wagon and activated its defensive ward.

i powered the light crystal to give me some light to see inside, its light was low like a moon in my dark gypsy, yet i didn't care its home. i sat down on top of the bucket i used when driving.

Away from amara's eyes, and all alone, i started to crack.

'Defensive ward huh', i smiled and laughed at myself, 'defensive ward' The feeling of security is gone, its as if i am in a wave, and my boat sinks. i keep losing, as if tasting victory is forbidden to me.

What happened to me. How did it happen, how can it be for a man to die in his bed then awaken in a forest.

'I didn't want this', i am an unwilling body snatcher, am in someone else's skin.

I lost everything.

I am alone in the dark, in a big dark world.

All alone, no one can see, I cry and my tears are like clouds in my eyes. I lied when I said I was happy.

i can't run from myself, i can't lie, can't hold it off.

I lost my loved ones, I was truly born again in this sick sadistic resurrection, before I melted in my despair, i pulled my self together because no one else will. Because if i melt, am not sure i can stand up.

i can't surrender, i must sail back to safety, slowly Peace cams to my heart, and around me, i searched for my cores and started to take the mana stored in them directly into my aura.

The pure mana was having a calming effect on me and my aura, i won't lose control over my aura. i won't get another seizure.

i won't allow it. i must be firm like the mountains, those tears were manly tears, no one saw me, so It's okay to cry.

I was exhausted of walking on my journey alone. i must start building a network, get some people around me, people i can relatively trust. But This dream will not be built by laziness.

'Life is hope,' yes I am on the fantasy trail blindly Navigating a difficult path In search of new life.

i have hope, i must have it. i can't sink today, in this new universe i must find my orbit in life.

i found my resolve, and then i curled up on the wagon's cold aluminum floor and let sleep take me. If i was attacked, the wagon will give me temporary safety, time to wake up and fight back. For now, i sleep.

amara

amara watched the strange boy close the door to his ridiculously expensive wagon and activate something probably a ward, and not for the first time he had question's, a need for answers. Yet seeing the tears in amarys's eyes stopped his curiosity.

He didn't understand him or like him, he even tried to use him yet.

His eyes, they were like her eyes, before She was killed in the blossom of her youth.

amara remembered an old advice.

'Do not ridicule the pain of others, no matter how absurd it is in your view, they do not have the same nature as you, your thoughts, or your emotions. The way we deal with crises and pains differs from one person to another. What makes you sad may break others, so always deal seriously with what others feel'

amara stopped himself from knocking on the wagon door, he can wait as the Days pass by Justice will surely come.

aqisol

aqisol didn't spend much time talking to the village people, his old job as an inquisitor made people weary around him, tiptoeing carefully, as they say once an inquisitor always an inquisitor.

Yet he didn't hold it against them. He understood. Yes he did, it's his karma stopping him from finding happiness, and based on whats happening in this village, He will never find security or peace from wolves.

Yet he didn't stop and won't give up, not after what he did to get closer to make his dream come true. That why aqisol wakes up, that's why he keeps going, it won't be for nothing.

He remembered is father's words, his old voice clear as if he was hearing it now 'Start your life with work', aqisol smiled 'yes, father i will work'.

He spent his day talking to villagers, going from home to home, buying and searching for items to placate the lightning cultivator amarys. His support will be much needed not only against the bandits but other matters that needed to be attended too delicately.

He was still unsure about the kid and his mysterious origins, yet he didn't want to mess around with any nobleman that can give his kid's that much aluminum to play with. Even if the kid is obviously a disgrace to his family, and that can be seen just from his aura.

'How did he activate his core at such a young age?,,, how is he even a silver?'. aqisol wandered. His family line must be from a really pure bloodline for him to be a silver, even with such a vile aura.

And his communication skills, it has to be a skill, no one can be that bad from talent alone.

aqisol played nice with the new cultivator, he was dangerous, with a rich daddy or without, and lightning is the most rare and dangerous aspect. Fire aura, water aura, or earth aura. Lightning break all aura shields, it is the most deadly multipurpose aura, it's only a matter of power and the kid has it.

aqisol forced himself to keep going as he planned, yet 'Something is wrong with that child, he is not a normal child!, he is dangerous in many ways, to be so young, and so powerful It's not right', aqisol thought to himself.

As he considered how amarys moves and talks, the ego of power, his eyes looking back at him as if he is older than his age, as if he knows the world, yet the childish uncertainty was there. 'The old wisdom says not to fuck with the crazies, i just need to guide him towards my problems, that's all'.

After aqisol finished his walk around the village walls and buying things, talking to villagers, he finished it all by visiting the walls again to make sure the village is safe.

Just because there are monsters already in the village, that didn't mean he should allow more to get in.

Unlike humans, the wandering monsters can't be tricked or reasoned with. That's why aqisol always visited the walls and talked to the night watch before going home.

After this long day, he walked home and hoped for good news. His path home was illuminated by natural glowing-stones.

Yet the closer he was to his home, the more he tensed.

He could feel trouble, then he noticed that the lights in most house's near his home were off, and it was all silent. The villagers were sensitive to these things, they had to be to survive in the world of might make right.

He walked a bit faster and alert, his aura flickered in and out, the surrounding air heated, then as he passed them and finally saw his home, aqisol's hope for good news, and a peaceful night died.

He placed everything on him on the dirt outside and walked in with his fists clenched and on fire.

"Holy hell…" aqisol said as he looked at his home. The kitchen was wrecked, everything looked destroyed or badly damaged by lightning. The table and chairs were smashed and if it weren't for the anti-fire wards the house would have burned to the ground.

And there was a cooked dead body filling the air with the smell of singed hair and meat, just one body. "oh,,, shit."

He found amara in the storage room next to a pool of blood, looking at the door of the wagon.

"What happened." he asked amara.