Chapter 1: The Light That Changed Everything

It was an ordinary day, like any other. The classroom was filled with the dull hum of a teacher's voice, explaining concepts that had little meaning to a sheltered, naive girl named Elara. She sat in the middle row, her eyes occasionally drifting towards the window, daydreaming of what it would be like to fall in love with a handsome/kind boy and live a simple, happy life—just like the stories she read in her books. To her, that was the epitome of happiness.

But as the teacher wrote equations on the blackboard, something unnatural occurred. Without warning, a brilliant, blinding light exploded into existence, engulfing the room in mere seconds. It felt like a thousand needles piercing through her skin, her body trembling under the intense pressure. For a moment, she thought she might die. Her vision flickered, and then… darkness.

When Siraoshi awoke, everything was different. Her body felt strange—foreign. She could barely move or see, her world limited to the vague blur of shapes and colours. She was no longer in her classroom. No longer the young girl who once dreamed of finding a man she could love and having a normal life.

Instead, she was an infant boy, nestled in a straw-covered bed in a small stable, surrounded by the sounds of livestock. His eyes locked onto the gentle, yet oddly pointed face of a woman. His mother. She smiled down at him, her pointed ears twitching as she hummed a soft lullaby.

He couldn’t understand it. The memories, the fleeting images of his previous life, came back in fragments—like broken glass being pieced together. A classroom. His life as Siraoshi. But then, the memories of being a baby, of being this boy, flooded in. Confusion clouded his mind.

Days passed, and the boy—who still felt like Siraoshi in his heart—started to grow, learning more and more about the world around him. He learned that his mother was an elf, a healer with the ability to perform magic. Her spells fascinated him. She could chant words in an ancient language and heal the animals in the stable. He marvelled at the shimmering light that would encase the animals as she healed them, a soft glow that made his heart race in wonder. Magic was real. Magic was real.

Though his mind had been scrambled by his rebirth, Siraoshi—now a boy—couldn’t help but feel a small sense of peace in this new world. The days were simple. His mother, though soft-spoken, loved him dearly. There was no war. No violence. There were only moments of calm, of small pleasures: the sound of birds singing, the smell of freshly baked bread, the warmth of his mother’s embrace. It was a life he could grow to love, though the deep ache in his heart still whispered of a past life, a life lost to time.

The Monster’s Feast 

But life, as Siraoshi would soon learn, was never meant to be peaceful.

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On the eve of his first year, the winds howled through the stable, a strange tension hanging in the air. Siraoshi awoke in the middle of the night to the sound of his mother screaming—a sound of pure terror, one that froze his tiny body in place. He couldn't speak. Couldn't move. His infant body was too weak to do anything but listen.

A monstrous growl echoed through the room, followed by the sound of something dragging. His mother’s cries of pain filled the air as a creature—an enormous, werewolf-like beast—emerged from the shadows. Siraoshi could see it now, clearly: the creature’s yellow eyes glowed in the dim light, and its teeth gleamed as it tore into his mother’s already battered body.

It was a nightmare. But it was real.

He couldn’t move, couldn’t stop it. The monster slowly, cruelly, removed pieces of her flesh, savouring the sound of her agonized silence. Even though she was still alive, her screams had long since turned to gurgling gasps, her voice stolen from her.

And then, after what felt like an eternity, the creature left. It didn’t kill him. It didn’t touch the animals. It left the room, leaving Siraoshi alone with his mother’s lifeless body.

He stayed there, unmoving, for days. His vision blurred; his tiny body was too weak to do anything but exist in the horror of the movement. His mother’s body began to decay, the smell of death filling the room.

Why was he left to live? What was the monster’s purpose in leaving him?

The thought of dying there, in that lonely, cursed place, consumed him. But then, through the fog of his broken thoughts, he heard footsteps. Human footsteps. Someone was coming.

A New Beginning 

The next thing Siraoshi—or rather, he—remembered was waking up in a new place. A bed of soft linens surrounded him. The cold touch of stone walls, the sound of soft prayers, and the gentle hum of a nun caring for him.

He was in an orphanage—a church that had taken him in after the devastation. The nun, a kind woman, cared for him as if he were her own child. But the memories of his mother’s death haunted him, and deep within him, a truth began to form.

The monster had attacked his mother for a reason. It hadn’t gone after the livestock. It hadn’t killed him. The creature had been sent by someone. Someone powerful. Someone who wanted his mother dead—and who had allowed him to survive.

The more Siraoshi thought about it, the more the pieces fell into place. There was a conspiracy behind it. He wasn’t just a random victim. His mother had been targeted. And the one who had orchestrated it… was out there, somewhere.

In the chaos of his new life, a single, burning resolve formed in Siraoshi’s heart. He didn’t know how, and he didn’t know when, but he would find the one responsible for his mother’s death.

And when he did, the world would tremble at his wrath.

he will take his reverse no matter what.