The calm chirping of the birds; the gentle wind blowing against his soft ear. His eyes slowly opened, and the bright daylight shone through his eyes. The vast plain of grass. The gorgeous blue skies filled with faint clouds. All of it filled his sight. Damien's heart struck robustly. Like he felt a shock stimulating his veins and awakening his heart.

He saw a whole new sight. A whole new world; filling his light grey eyes.

The pace of his breathing quickened. His eyes dilated, and he bowed his head to the ground. Only to see a vast field of grass and a few trees attached on every hilltop. Spanned and grained with grass.

He slowly covered his hand over his eyes to halt the sunlight piercing through his eyes. Damien could see a few wild brown wolves, sprinting across the grass fields, happily barking and howling. A few beautiful pattern-skinned birds quickly flew in a pattern. Similar to birds that migrate by flying in a formation of a 'V' shape.

Three crystal clear lakes are near the far left side glistered near a large stone wall. Damien briskly turned his head to his right and saw high mountains. The tops were piercing through the clouds way far in the distance. The mountain's height matched as if the tallest buildings were located at the heart of a warm and busy urban city. Damien precipitously looked forward to seeing in the far distance; the view of a panorama of both vast blue seas, and the luscious green hills.

He clenched his fingers, and tightly bit his lip.

A breeze blew over his face and his hair. And he stared at the vast spectacle of the environment surrounding him

"What? W-Where am I? What is this place? This doesn't... look like my bedroom?"

He took a look at his surroundings, and to his views; a gorgeous world surrounded his very figure. Damien looked pretty confused at first, but then relaxed and fell on the ground.

"Ha! This world looks so real, I think it is real."

Damien relaxed his arms and laid on a hill of grass. He didn't take the time to notice the sensation and rather looked at the splendid shining sky that swirls over him. The color of the sky is a bright blue. Surrounded by swollen white clouds extending across the sky.

A sun reached high in the sky, scintillating and touching its rays upon the vast colorful environment.

Damien mumbled and questioned.

"This doesn't look like my room. It doesn't even seem like a dream. It's... too real. I mean, seriously, it is. Where am I? Obviously, it doesn't look like Earth... but at the same time... is this actually the dream state of my mind? Am I imagining things? Are all of these hallucinations? The sky, my view, the grass, is much brighter and vibrant, than my lawn. It's like a dream world. Or wait; even better! "

Damien raised his arms to the air and screamed.

"-I have been summoned to a beautiful fantasy world!"

Speaking of... how did I manage to get here?

I was summoned to another world just like the shows I've seen before I got summoned. So... now what? You know, it's better than being reincarnated into another world, right? You don't feel the pain right before you start your adventure. Instead, you start with your own body. So why do... I feel a lot different, and why are my hands a lot paler than I last remembered? I... I don't see anyone near me; W-Who summoned me here?"

A long stilness formed and Damien stood motionless.

He hastily shook his head and yelled out, while forming a position of a pinch near his sides.

"Welp, there's only one way to know if it's a dream."

He pinched his sides as hard as possible and felt a stingy pain. This sting stimulated his nerves, and he screeched. Shortly after the brisk pain; Damien opened his eyes once and gets revealed the same bright vibrant view of the beautiful world. Shone and blinded with colors.

"So this isn't a dream? Where are my starter weapons? Where is the one person who guides me in this world? Where is the one who summoned me here?"

And then, he remembered. Damien quickly reached for his pocket.

"Oh! My phone! It's supposed to be in my pocket, shouldn't it?"

He reached his right pocket and felt the solid surface of his smartphone. Near the solid surface of that said phone; laid one nice unopened first-aid bandage. His mother always said that to take at least one bandage in your pocket just in case you will get a cut. So, he listened to her word; even though he muchly despised her during the later years.

Damien pulled the long solid phone out, and he clicked on the first button near the right side and saw a face that had long brown hair, dark mocha eyes, smiling next to a happier-looking Damien.

A younger version of him. Her face is smooth and light. And her smile appeals to his eyes. Yet he doesn't remember who the woman is, though. He doesn't even recognize her face. So he did what anyone else would do if he saw a stranger. Damien disregarded it and instead focused on the battery life of his smartphone close to the top of his screen. He saw the shining battery symbol glowing a red luminance and shining on his face. He screamed in panic.

"Five percent?! That's almost nothing! There's gotta be some way to charge it in this world right? If this is a fantasy world, maybe they can load my phone with their magical powers or whatever."

Damien fell silent and stared at his hands. He has second thoughts.

"No, it wouldn't be necessary. Because I didn't see any signal sign near the battery life. It doesn't make sense to have a cell phone in a new world. Where am I gonna get the service?"

Damien then placed it back in his pocket and gave the new world a glimpse another time. He couldn't understand clearly what happened to him while he was asleep, but he knew for sure, that this is definitely not Earth.

He took a deep breath and raised his arms in the air.

"I feel it on my chest. This is the time where I shine. I'm gonna be... I'm gonna be a hero!"

Damien slowly lifted his foot and began walking along the small hill of the grass. A light grass meadow is in front of him; followed by some rabbits jumping around, along with some trees close to the tops of the small grass hills. He has no idea what he is doing.

"So... um... what's my purpose? What are my goals? To rescue a princess? To become a mighty god who will save the world from a dragon of the devil? To defeat the demon king? Or perhaps, my goal is to save everyone from a love I first met. By the way, where's the girl I'm supposed to meet? Normally the main character should come across as a lady, and then the writer makes her the protagonist's lover and blah blah "

Damien stopped in front of the second little grass hill, to see a gigantic city covering at most the entirety of the grass plains.

On the contrary; he saw high cliffs that were higher than some of the mountains. Two, or three wooden houses were located near the top, as well as a small stream that fell from the top and struck the small lake near the ground.

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The forms of land were definitely peculiar. But like all other things, Damien continued to walk through the grass meadow.

"- You know what? I should be welcomed by the person who summoned me here! Seriously, what was the purpose of bringing me to a world, if you're not going to be here? Might as well stay in my world. I think that's a much better option. Hold on... Maybe this is the weakest to the strongest adventure? Or maybe, I'll win my skill when I finally cross the woman, which widens the Plot."

Damien included.

"-Wait, have I ever had a girlfriend before? I don't remember."

He fell silent, and a calm gentle wind skimmed through the grass. His black sweater swayed in the air for a moment too. While Damien looked at the beautiful meadow, the winds halted. Much of his view is obstructed by the right eye. He could still see little cracks near the 'object' in front of him. Damien didn't know what it was.

The texture of it is soft and thick. Its shade corresponds to the darkness of gray. Damien, as careful as he was, screamed at himself as if the thing were a threat.

"-What is this? What covered my right eye?!"

He slowly pinched the 'thing' next to his right hand and lifted it slowly. Damien stared at the color of the edges on the long strip of white that swayed left and right in front of his eyes.

The light of the blazing sun radiated his hair, and then gets revealed that his hair is a bright shade of white. He whispered.

"White... Hair?"

Damien slowly lowered his voice.

"I have white hair? I guess my hair shade changed when I was summoned here. I can say with certainty that it is not dyed and I don't feel like I'm old at all. Well, I just have to accept it. I'm a hero with shiny white hair. The color of my... eyelashes."

'I'm so fascinated by how clear and clean appearance of the sky.'

His grey eyes sparkle as he looks at the beautiful and bright sky. Shortly after. Near the right side of the sky; Damien saw a shining white dragon flying between the soft and white clouds. Forming a weak white trail after every glide. Damien hollered in wonderment

"Dragons? I thought those were a myth?! So I was summoned into a fantasy world. That's so..."

Just when the sentence was about to end; Damien felt a violent, throbbing sensation inside his head. It seemed like a great headache. However, it lasted only a few seconds.

After the headache stopped, Damien murmured to himself.

"Did I have a headache? Why? I felt like I've lost something. I was gonna remember, but then it vanished."

He felt a strange agitation, forming in his chest. Damien felt a swell of a powerful feeling; pouring through him for a few seconds. The strong feeling dissipated, and Damien felt a minor sense of amnesia soon afterward.

Looks like Damien's memories of his deceased mother, followed by memories of his world, were erased from his memory when he tried to remember.

He shook his head and walked slowly, whilst placing his palm next to his forehead. As soon as he lifted his eye, as soon as he walked on a steeper grass hill, Damien saw a colossal city located far in the distance, behind a minuscule village with a stone wall placed dead center at the entrance.

"That felt... strange. I'm just gonna ignore that. Maybe I should go to that village down there and..."

While he was trying to keep walking to the village, he felt a terrible feeling near his left cheek. A strong nip, which corresponds, or perhaps; matches a sting superior to a wasp, grew stronger and violent. The pain continued. Growing vigorous by each second that elapsed. Damien fell slowly on his knees, while the shock of pain struck him for a second. He shrieked.

"Ow. What the hell is this? It hurts... it hurts... it hurts... It hurts!"

The stir felt so painful to him; Damien felt like his skin is tearing away. But in reality, A bright white luminance is on his cheek. A luminance which dragged to the right, then quickly bends its path back to the left. The feeling of pain has strengthened. Like a bunch of wasps, snooping at him at the same time. Or rather, it felt like he got shot by a bullet. The feeling has passed a taser or being shocked.

The pain seemed like it even overcomes the painful feeling of being burned alive. Damien is breathless. Exhaling heavier than before.

The puncture pained him so much, that a portion of his skin lacerated.

He couldn't bear it, no one could suffer or even resist pain like this. Or so, that's what Damien thought. All those who are gifted 'one', always feel this short pain. Damien overreacted to the pain. Like if his body was suffering from a heart attack. Sure, it's painful, but not to the point of dying.

While Damien is shaking on the ground, he covered his pale hands on the left side of his cheek. Immediately afterward, the pain stopped and disappeared. He leaned the upper part of the body and whispered to himself as he recovered his breath.

"What... what the hell was that? I swore I was feeling a little pain on my left cheek earlier, but suddenly it stopped?"

Damien is confused and frightened. He didn't know what happened to his cheek. He didn't know where the pain even came from. But little did he knew; That a bold dark marking was burdened upon his skin.

A mark that is shaped like an 'S'.

This is called a Soulmark; a mark that gets permanently carved deep within your soul for eternity. Both mentally and physically.

Shortly after the pain, Damien thought of any object that might reflect and reveal his face. When he walked on the meadows, he saw a small pond near the entrance of the village. Damien then set foot and hurried down the steep grass hill; eager to know his appearance.

Damien felt grass bristles touching his bare feet. The light breeze blowing on his face and hair. It seemed to him that his health was in the best possible condition. Unlike on Earth. Where he lost his breath even when he walked or sprinted a few meters.

Looking at himself; he ran to the reflective lake, near the trail leading to the entrance of the village. Damien approached the crystal clear lake and folded. He noticed that the water is crystal clear. It's purified. Clearer water than he's ever seen on earth. Water that will never exit his faucets inside his bathroom.

Then he saw his own reflection on the glimmering surfaces from the pond. He saw his long and shiny white hair swinging over the wind.

Glimmering white eyelashes and his skin tone is quite light and soft.

Damien noticed he still had his black sweater jet on him. It didn't get abandoned when he got summoned. He saw the jet-black jeans stretching over his legs. Damien yelled.

"I am so hot! Yes, that's one great sign for a fantasy adventure!"

Damien placed his index finger over his lips as if he was thinking of something. He muttered inside his mind.

"So my appearance changed when I was summoned into this world. That's good! This will surely give me a woman, right?"

Damien is delighted to additionally beautiful in this world than he was back on earth. But then, just as he tried to get a better glimpse at his stunning face; he saw it. The mark on his right cheek. The mark has the shape of an S. Its tone is dark and black. It shares the same aspect, as a tattoo.

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Damien cupped his hands in unmixed water and splodged the cool liquid all over his face. It appears that the mark didn't wash off, and instead; is still there.

"A mark? A Tattoo? It's next to my left cheek. Is that's why I was feeling pain previously? Because of that Soulmark?"

Damien's eyes shine as he admires himself once again. He has white hair. Smooth white skin, glittering grey eyes, black jeans, and a darker sweater. This is him now, and he's forced to accept it."

He blinked and sauntered away from the pond. He strolled along the path, and stopped, as his head leaned up to see the view of the large village.

The gentle, calm breeze touched his face and he walked along the path. He saw big green trees, assembled, with bushes between them. The vast group of trees is located near the left view of Damien.

He turned his head to the right to see a vast hilly horizon of grass, but near the ends of it; rested a large sparkling ocean. With some cliffs that shrink through the water itself. The mountains pierced the sky. With its peaks covered with a small strip of bright snow. The dark clouds surrounded the peaks of the mountain. He couldn't see more of the terrain, because he's at such a distance. Damien shouted.

"This world. It's beautiful, I can't stop myself from looking at it. It's wonderful!"

Damien trooped continuously another hill and his sights have revealed to him the large village. A long line of fairly small pine trees stretched from the very beginning of the trail to the entrance of the village. The path seemed, so refined to him.

He walked along the extensive trail. Sliding his feet over the rough surface of the ground. His figure got overshadowed by the trees. Damien noticed that there were larger pine trees beyond the tall stone walls, which the village is inside. He muttered; whilst glaring at the many logs of the pine trees.

"Why did they make this long line of pine trees? What was the point in it? They could've left nature alone, and the field would be a lot clearer. It would give the travelers an easier time walking along with it. Well, it's a fantasy world. Nothing really makes sense until you learn, right?"

Later; he walked along the nicely constructed path in silence.