JULY, 5TH, YEAR 506 OF THE IMPERIAL CALENDAR

Rar’Shan’s head pounded. He woke up lying on the cold grass and dirt in the underbrush of a forest. He was trying to remember how he had gotten there as he attempted to raise himself.

Unfortunately his knees buckled under him and he fell back down.

He felt a raindrop fall on his head. Then another, and another, and another.

It then began pouring down upon him.

After a few tries, he finally managed to stand, and propped himself up against a nearby tree. He then used all the upper body strength that he had to break off a tree branch to use as support.

He was confused as to whom he was or what he was doing there, but could only strive forwards to and find shelter from the rain.

He continued to make his way slowly through the thick growth before finding himself on a road. He was conflicted about which way to travel, but eventually decided to go left, and continued slowly from there.

About an hour later, Rar’Shan was still walking the road in the thick downpour.

He could not hear it over the rain, but there was the sound of thundering hooves.

From behind him was a small party of 25 knights making their way down the empty road through the rain. It wasn’t until the horse of the man who was leading the party crashed into Rar’Shan did the knights acknowledge his existence.

Once Rar’Shan was hit by the horse, he immediately lost consciousness.

When he woke up several hours later, his head started pounding again. He opened his eyes and slowly looked at his surroundings.

He was in a dark cell.

This instantly triggered his memories. One by one, they all came back.

He remembered it all. He remembered running into that little bitch. He remembered getting knocked out and getting dragged back to the palace. He remembered his cold night in the dark cell. He remembered his parents who were begging on their feet beneath that little bitch. He remembered trying to take her life. He remembered failing…… and then a big ball of energy being thrown at him.

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It was all that bitch's fault, he swore, whenever he got the chance, he would kill her with his own two hands.

Unfortunately, he was still confused, because he did not know where he was at all. After his last memory, everything went dark, so he didn’t know how he wound up outside, deep in the forest, when he should have been...dead.

He slowly began to to get up, and found his wrists shackled.

He shook them angrily, and then tried to yell, yet no sound came out. His throat was dry, and his voice was hoarse.

He laid back down, and silently swore that one day he would escape and exact his revenge.

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JULY, 5TH, YEAR 506 OF THE IMPERIAL CALENDAR

I stood there feeling a number of many different emotions, taking in deep breaths.

What had I just done?

I could never do that before, and there wasn’t any information about it upon my status menu… except that the last time I ever checked my status menu was nearly 6 years ago, as I had never really had need for it, and sometimes I forgot I even had it.

Quickly, I opened my status menu to make sure I hadn’t gained anything without realizing it.

[Name]: Siamara le Maria Dawsten I

[Race]: Lamia

[Gender]: Female

[Age]: 6 years, 15 days, 12 hours

[State of Health]: Fatigued, Status Ailments: None

[Mana]: 776/3,223

[Level]: 2, Evolution acquired at Lvl: 53

[Skills]: Appraisal lvl.1, Essence Stealer lvl.1, Seduction lvl.1, Universal Translation lvl.1, Venom Enhancement lvl.1

[Curses]: Current Curse(s): None

[Blessings]: Current Blessing(s): None

There were a few miniscule changes, but when I looked at skills, it was still unchanged. Upon further inspection, I found that my mana had decreased by a little more than 2,000 points.

I finally realized that what I had used was not a skill, it was magic.

Slowly my mind caught up with my body in current time. I hugged myself as I began to tremble violently.

Finally, the mother and father came to and realized their son was gone. The mother began to wail uncontrollably. Even her husband, who hugged her, was silently weeping on his own.

What had I done? I had lost control of my emotions, and this was the result. Even though, in such a way, he deserved death, he did not deserve this. Without even a second thought, I did something irreversible.

Wilheim, who had surprisingly recovered quicker than the still shocked knights, noticed that I was trembling and quickly consoled me, telling me “It’s alright” and “It’s not your fault”.

Me, the father, and the mother let our emotions continuously for about 10 minutes.

After that, even the mother continued to ball her eyes out, me and her husband managed to return to a stable state.

I was still surprised about my magic. If my body is still this young and undeveloped, yet can let out such power, then I could only imagine what would happen once I started properly developing in years to come.

If I could cause that much destruction and pain on my own like this, then I never wanted to lose control of my emotions like that ever again.

And on that day, I put on a cold mask and swore I would never lose myself like that ever again.