My life was nothing but hell...
Year 680.
The Second Great Elemental War was spreading terror.The world spoke of peace.I saw the truth.
The Fire Kingdom was bleeding dry. The fields were forgotten mass graves, the cities nothing but smoking husks, and the promises of the powerful were only whispered lies meant to lull the weak to sleep. They said a general peace treaty had been signed between the great kingdoms. Bells rang. Soldiers smiled.
They were already burying their dead.
I was nine years old.
Nine years old, with a simple life. A sturdy home. Laughter. A mother who held me close. A father—once a Fire Warrior—scarred by battle, yet still standing. We lived in the west of the kingdom, in a village called Kyirk. A place of no importance. A place that wasn't even worth conquering.
That evening, the air was heavy.Too silent.
Then the screams erupted.
The ground shook beneath the boots. The first houses burst into flames. Soldiers of the Earth Kingdom stormed in like beasts unleashed from their chains. They struck without distinction. Bodies were thrown into the mud. Throats were torn open. Bones shattered beneath heavy maces. Blood ran through the streets—thick, hot, sticky.
Kyirk was slaughtered.
Doors were smashed apart. Families ripped from their sleep. Some were dragged outside screaming, others silenced with a single blade. Cries blended with the invaders' laughter. The stench of burning flesh and fresh blood clawed at my throat.
It was hell.
My father stepped in front of us.
Fire erupted around him—violent, uncontrollable. He fought like a man already dead, every strike pulled from pain, every flame fed by despair. He killed. He burned. He held the line.
Then he fell.
A man walked forward through the flames. His gaze was empty. Cold. An Earth Master Warrior. His attack pierced straight through my father. I heard the impact. I heard the air leave his lungs. I saw his blood splash onto the ground.
He collapsed.
My mother screamed my name.
I didn't have time to move.
She was struck next. Without anger. Without hesitation. Her body slammed against the wall—lifeless, broken. Her eyes were still fixed on me when she died.
I screamed.
The man looked at me.
He could have finished me.He didn't.
He turned away.
He left me there.
Alone. Shaking. Covered in my family's blood. In the middle of a village reduced to ashes and corpses.
That night, the child died.
Only hatred remained.
I never forgot his face.I never forgot that smell.I never forgot the sound of bones breaking.
This world took everything from me.
So I will burn it.
I will have my revenge.