Years passed as I lived in the village. My new life was one of peace. None of the killing and murder that I witnessed over and over again back on Earth. If only that peace could have lasted forever...

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Currently, I’m seven years old and an older brother. 4 years after I was born, my parents had my baby sister, who we named Rila, or Nature. Apparently my name, Corrik, means Song. Supposedly, my parents swore they heard heavenly music when I was born, which wouldn’t shock me, in all honesty. After all, for the past 7 years of my life, all I’ve heard is music. I still can’t feel any mana, which irks me to no end.

Back onto the topics of names, though. Shockingly, I don’t have a last name. None of the village folk do. Last names are reserved for nobles and royalty. Instead, I take my place of birth and place it at the end of my name. So, I would either be Corrik of Silvermyst, or Corrik of Rilas Iktar. I prefer the former. After all, it can be interpreted as “Song of the Silvermyst.” In fact, that’s what I want my adventurer title to be, if and when I become one, of course.

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Speaking of adventuring, they have an entire guild of adventurers! It’s situated throughout the known world, with adventurers questing throughout the lands. Some of them pass through the village for supplies, in fact. Sometimes, the village will even send out a request for adventurers to help drive off monsters. While the Havoc Elves of my village are strong, we aren’t well-trained enough to fight against the more dangerous beasts in the forest. That’s where the adventurers come in. They are well-trained. I’ve seen a group of them fight against monsters, once. Thinking back to it, “fight” isn’t the right word. After all, they were toying with the damn thing. It couldn’t even struggle. It was almost like a game of ping-pong back on Earth. They were just smacking it back and forth between each other. It was sadistic, to say the least.  

However, the beasts are the last target of my pity. I know that if they ever got the chance, the village would be overrun in seconds. And now that I’m a big brother, I can’t let that happen. I already failed my loved ones in a previous life, and I won’t ever make the same mistake again. That, I promise.

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My only regret, young ones, is that I couldn't keep that promise. At least, not completely. Remember, it is only in the dark that the light can shine brightest.