Prologue: Death and Ambitions
The rain fell like a curtain of sorrow, washing the city's grime but never its pain. Beneath a flickering streetlamp, a boy stood alone, his tangled hair plastered to a pale face carved by hardship beyond his years. The cold seeped into his bones, but it was no match for the storm raging inside him.
He wondered, Why is my life like this? What did I do to deserve such hardship? Around him, children lived lives somewhat like his—but none worse. He looked out at his country, broken and struggling, and knew he had to do something.
This country was once called the Golden Bird, where everything—economy, strength, humanity—thrived. But all of that was gone now.
His life was a shattered mosaic. His mother, once the light in his darkest days, was gone—taken far too soon by a fate he never understood. His father, once a man of quiet strength, was now a shadow fading into the fog of cheap liquor and bitter regrets. The walls of their small home echoed with silence and sorrow.
Yet, in the depths of this brokenness, something unbreakable took root—a burning resolve. Though the world around him crumbled, he held fast to a fierce, unyielding sense of justice. He dreamed not of escape, but transformation: a country where hope could thrive, where the broken might be made whole, and where truth was not a forgotten word.
He dreamed of a country reborn, where hope wasn't just a whisper in the dark but a shining reality.
But dreams were dangerous things.
When he first stepped into the brutal world of politics, the doors slammed shut with mocking laughter. His ideals were ridiculed, his spirit bruised by the cold eyes of cynics and cowards who turned their backs on change. They humiliated him publicly, crushed his fledgling voice beneath their boots.
Yet despite the pain and humiliation, he refused to break.
For the blood that spilled in betrayal was not the end, but the beginning of something far greater. As darkness claimed him, and the world thought him finished, fate had a different plan. Reborn into a past unfamiliar yet achingly familiar, he carried with him the pain, the hope, and the fire to reshape the future.
He died thinking, I wish I had a normal life like everyone else.
Suddenly, a voice echoed in his ears, "Your life was tough; now it's time to move on."
He opened his eyes to an unfamiliar place, unable to understand what had happened. He saw unfamiliar, happy faces carrying him as he tried to make sense of everything.
But this was only the beginning.
To be Continued...