Born weak. I Tie of the sal clan was born weak. Bullying for my weakness was just a simple logical conclusion. It a world ruled by the strongest. I use to curse at this world. Used to hate it until. Until I remember who I really was. I won’t let them look down on me anymore. I will show them. And I will show her that she doesn’t need to look at me like that. I do not need her pity.

It was like a crashing wave. A implosion of terrible pain inside my mind. It was a horrible experience. But thanks to that I have power. The power of knowledge. Although my body may be weak I remember the ways I had before. When I wasn’t me. But him.

And best of all it happened on a tuesday. Nothing happens on tuesday. I run down the path. A pain filled my body as various scapes and cuts, the open gashes on my body brush against over growing vegetation. The three claw marks down my arm. It burns. But right now pain is good. It is keeping me focused on the situation. It is keeping me alive. Dam these frail twigs I call my legs.

An arrow skims my face and I stumble. They are approaching me. I turn to face them. In the distance I see a woman riding a great black beast. They call it a panther nut it’s size is six meters tall. A perfect hunter. If it has any flaws it that it will wait for the perfect moment to strike. It’s species is known as a bit of a perfectionist. That means his rider is too.

The woman loads another arrow in her bow. I know her. She once brought me a blanket in the rain. She was like a kind aunt to me. Why is it because I killed that trash. In anger my grasp of my spear tightens. Remember his words. Remember the knowledge of Sves. I feel my energy built up in my arms. I’m too weak to fight her so I need to win before the fight has begun. All of it not leaving any to spare. I put all of it in this one arm. I lean back and raise my spear over my head. And I throw it.

I must have blacked out for a second their. My body wraps itself in pain. I need to check. I need to know. Am I dead. Pulling the scraps from the scraps of my energy I try to stand. The pain informs me that their is still work to do.

The exhaustion is now greater than the pain. I want to lie here. I can’t see a reason you live. But still I push myself up. Tie might have no reason to fight. But not me for I am Sves. The greatest conquer the world of Raddne has ever seen. I am a fighter. All I know is how to fight.

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I push myself up. I feel the blood in my head beat intime with the pain. Every cell in my mind is telling me that I did enough. That its ok. That I cannot stand right now. That I am going to die regardless so I might as well take the path of least resistance. But I didn’t ask their opinion.

I am still rising. I feel my legs bend under my own weight. But I stand and I see that my aim was true brothers. I will not insult the name of Sves the champion today by dieing to such a weak woman. I see thats she has been nailed through the head by my spear to a tree a couple tens of meters back. That's all I need to know. But it was pointless. A coughing fit assaults me and as I look down I see that her aim was also true. An arrow has pieced my shoulder. Lucky it’s non lethal.

Once more I try to run but fall. It seems willpower can only get you so far. I collapsed. Their no sound more iconic to me that the sound of something falling in a pool of its own blood. I guess it my turn. Once more a war breaks out in my mind. A million voices asking me what is the point. Why. But I remind myself that I have a reason to rise again. Revenge.

In the distance I hear the faint sound of running water. I am thirsty. I stand in simple defiance of all my logic that said. It was impossible. And I make my way through the jungle once more. Until I make my way to a river. The current is rapid and powerful.

I was a fool. I had forgotten about it. The sound of flesh tearing enters my ears and I fall forward in the rapids. I hit the water hard, no the water hit me hard and I was instantly carried 20 meters. I bod and splash desperately trying to keep my head above water. In the corner of my eye I see the beast that nice woman road. The black panther licking it now blood covered pour. And I can only ask myself how did it come to this. Beaten and bruised. On the verge of death. The knowledge of a man from a different world flooding my mind with the need to pointlessly struggle.

The water takes me away. Over the edge I lose consensus as I ask once more what lead me to this point. I guess it was that. Meeting that man named Varon in the woods of Bosques del sur. Is that the moment. Or was it when I first gained hope. Did my hope doom me to die. If I had just keep my head down would anyone had to die. No I know me well. There's no way I would do that this happen the moment I became me. But if I had the chance to go back. Would I do this again. Yeah.

But fate had a different plan for me. It was not yet my time to die their was more it needed me to do. For it was at this moment she saved my life.

Saharsa

But why don’t we go back. I don’t want to tell the hole story so I will just back to the moment that I will call my awakening as Sves. I will try to do it quickly because no one likes halfass back storyies like that of Tie of the Sal clan. And I won’t tell the story of the champion of the other world who is named Sves.