Author note:

First of all, I'd like to thank you for sticking around for chapter 2

I'm not a professional and I will make mistakes and it would be a great help if you mention them in a comment!

I know my style might be a little flashy with all the colours, but I found this to be the best way to express 'thoughts' or things going on inside the MC's mind.

Arlight, now that I've sufficiently bored you with the paragraphs that you have probably read hundreds of times in almost every fic... here's the action:

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~Roll to the right...Now!

And he did, dodging the wolf's lunge and getting back at his feet hastily then thrusting his spear at it's front legs.

With a crippled leg the wolf's mobility certainly decreased but it still proved a capable threat against Nate, considering that he's never faced an opponent other than the other disciples and some minor monsters.

Nate kept thrusting impatiently, still fed with the anger from before even after his relaxing exercises.

The wolf kept resisting with its superior reflexes and instincts as it put all its strength to block every strike with its claws and occasionally counter-attacking.

Nate swung suddenly, ignoring all the cries coming from his mind begging him to focus.

Taking that chance, the wolf bowed down and bit his foot, returning the favor bitterly.

Shocked, he tried to retreat and ended up on the ground after straining his now wounded leg.

Of all the voices shouting at him at that moment, he could only hear one over his adrenaline.

~Take out the knife

It felt like being possessed, his body moving on its own drawing the dagger.

~Put your left arm in front of you

And his arm reacted directly, not bothering to pass through him first. The wolf bit it, and its fangs stuck.

Nate was afraid at that point, terrified even and not just at the gory image in front of him and the pain he felt.

It was the feeling of someone else controling his body. He couldn't bare it.

The knife he held was now inside the wolf's skull, but that didn't matter.

The voice moved him.

~Nate calm down, this isn't as bad as it looks, he saved your life. Our lives.

He ran, just like he ran from the castle, now with blood dripping all over him.

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"THIS ISN'T YOUR LIFE, IT'S MINE! GET OUT!"

He couldn't get the trauma out of his mind, knowing that his body wasn't fully his. He couldn't ignore now that he's sharing a body and a mind with seven others, and it felt like he was a child again, back at the monastery.

Unless...

That's right...it's so simple, it was obvious all along.

I'm mad.

I can't be controlled, not even by myself.

~sto-

~Na-

~You're gonna bl-

The voices continued raining down on him, but he didn't have the energy to respond, until he noticed that one of the voices were coming from outside his mind.

"Hey you! You from around here?" Someone said with a heavy accent, and Nate turned to the voice slowly considering the answers he would give him, or if he would reply at all.

"No." He decided finally. He was barely giving thought to anything as this was very different than what he was used to. Voices don't act. They just speak. That moment seemed to break everything he knew.

"Well I would've guessed, never seen you around these parts. I could lead you to a village if you're interested, not safe to spend the night out here" Nate nodded, knowing it would save him from all the explaining. So he followed, numb from all the screaming and dripping blood from all his wounds.

***

Nate fainted halfway and had to be carried on the back of the youth. He headed towards his home; a sturdy wooden house similar to every other in the village.

"Hey maa! Look what I found in the forest, can I keep it?"

His mother, a fairly old woman who nevertheless never seemed to need any rest when working around the house, was quite morified as her son dropped an unconscious annd severly wounded teenager on her floor.

After an hour of swearing and arguing that woke the whole family, she was properly convinced her son hasn't kidnapped someone, rather, he was acting by the goodness of his heart.

Nate, already patched up and unconscious was left to sleep on the couch.