All this happened years ago—six years, to be precise. I won’t pretend that I remember everything clearly; my memories are still hazy. However, I will try my best to tell you this story. This tale isn’t about the clash of great powers but of different ideologies.

On one side, there was hell, and on the other, heaven. Everyone chose heaven, but he chose hell. As he moved, Hell and heaven switched places. Heaven took the place of hell, and hell where heaven once shone. He was furious to see this. He tried to rush back, but it was too late. He was drifting towards heaven. Then there was a blinding flash of light—

main character, around whom this story will revolve, wakes up in his school.

I don’t remember his name, but to continue our story, let’s call him Jace. If I recall his name while writing, I will make sure to tell you. Until then, we’ll go with this.

Jace was a normal guy. He was good in sports as well as academics, but more importantly, he was kind-hearted and pure. At this time, I don’t remember his exact age, but I think he was younger than 16. Jace’s world was vastly different from ours. People had different ethics, and the earth there had one huge supercontinent, unlike our world.

Jace woke up.

His head ached; his vision blurry. He was in his classroom, slouched over his desk, unnoticed by anyone around him. Students filled the room, chatting, laughing—the noise of a regular school day. Jace sat up, rubbing his temples, trying to shake off the remnants of the dream.

“That dream again,” he muttered, frowning. “Why does it always feel so real? It felt like I had a deep grudge against someone in that dream”

No one paid attention to him. They never did. People knew Jace existed, but it was as if he was invisible. They only talked to him when they had to, for schoolwork or group projects. Otherwise, he was on his own.

The bell rang, pulling him from his thoughts. He grabbed his bag and left without a word. There was no one waiting for him, and he preferred it that way. At least, that’s what he told himself.

As usual when Jace came home, immediately completed his homework, and went to the IHCE.

The IHCE is a beautiful but small place with some ponds and filled with greenery, isolated from the outer busy world, owned by none other than his own family. Someone rarely came to that place, but Jace went there pretty often; he enjoyed that place a lot. This IHCE still exists to this date, and it’s still as beautiful as it was six years ago. I still go to that place sometimes for peace.

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Jace was lying on the grass in IHCE, listening to birds. He got up and drank some water from the pond. He had already forgotten about the dream, but then it immediately struck his mind again, and he recalled that he had been having the same kind of dreams for months.

Why do I keep dreaming about this? It’s like I’m someone else. all I feel in dreams is a grudge, a really strong one. I feel really powerful in those dreams. Maybe I’ve got supernatural powers or something. That’d be nice for a change.

He closed his eyes, letting the warmth of the sun relax him, when he heard footsteps approaching. Opening his eyes, he saw his mother walking toward him.

“Mom? What are you doing here?” Jace sat up, surprised.

His mother smiled softly, though there was concern in her eyes. “I came to see you. You’ve been spending a lot of time alone lately.”

“I’m fine, really,” Jace replied, brushing some dirt off his clothes. “I like it here.”

“I know, but you need to connect with people more. You never join the school activities, and I’m worried. Why don’t you join the sports festival next week? It’ll be a good chance to meet new friends.”

Jace gave her a reassuring smile. “You don’t have to worry, Mom. I’ve already signed up for the 3000-meter race. Besides, I’m not that alone. I’ve got my cousin and Elina.”

They talked for a bit longer before heading home together

Even though I don’t remember every single detail from back then, this was clear: Jace loved his mother the most, so much that he could burn the whole world or stand against the will of gods if he had to for her sake, without a second thought. There were two people whom he loved this much

At that time, Jace had already forgotten about the dreams he had. After having dinner and playing some games, Jace went to bed. Later that night, Jace was in the same kind of dream once again. He was running in a deserted valley, but this time, he had full consciousness in the dream.

Where am I? Yeah, I remember, this is one of those kinds of dreams. It feels like I am trying to find something, something very precious. If I don’t hurry soon, I might lose it. Maybe that’s why I am running

Jace stopped running and took a look at his surroundings.

“What is this place? Where am I?”

Jace looked at his hands.

“I feel strong, really strong, and what is this mark on my right arm?”

 “What the hell is this?” he whispered, rubbing at the mark, but it wouldn’t disappear.

Jace was trying to understand his own situation, he heard some noise coming from his back. When he looked, he was surrounded by Men, armed with swords, their faces shadowed but filled with malice

“I am sorry, I didn’t mean to!” Jace screamed in his sleep.

His mother woke up because of the scream and immediately rushed to Jace’s room. She opened the door and saw Jace with tears in his eyes, one hand up like he was trying to reach something. Jace saw his mother, looked at her face, and started crying.

“Jace! What happened? Are you okay?” she asked, her voice full of panic.

“Trust me, I swear I didn’t mean to. You trust me, Mom, right? It wasn’t intentional, I swear,” Jace said, with tears streaming down his face.

His mother knelt beside him, gently stroking his hair. "It’s okay, honey. You’re shaking. Did you have a bad dream? What was it about?"

“It was horrible, it was like…”

Jace looked at his hands, horrified and surprised, then looked at his mother.

“I can’t remember.”

She smiled softly, trying to ease his fear. "Nightmares can feel real sometimes. But they’re just dreams, Jace. Try not to think too much about it, okay? You’ve got school in the morning. Get some sleep."

Jace nodded, wiping his eyes. "Yeah... okay."

His mother kissed his forehead, lingering for a moment. "Good night, sweetheart."

As she left, Jace lay back down, but the unease still clung to him. He stared at the ceiling, his thoughts restless, trying to shake the feeling that something was wrong…... and he fell asleep….