"Stay safe."

"Right!"

Father departed from our home and left us for some time. It appears to be a common thing as it seems he is definitely the busy type. 

Zurine Shariac, the name of my father and Greia Shariac which is the name of my mother. We lived peacefully in a small village, supposedly in the Asura Kingdom located in the Central Continent. 

Viole Shariac, I was born a male. As of now I have lived carefully as if to not cause ruckus in my own life. 

Even so, the dreams I've recollected worry me of meeting the same sort of fate. It's as if it were myself but older and more depraved in life than my current self. 

Was that individual me, I am not sure. 

"Viole."

I looked up as I'd been lifted slowly by my mother. She'd take me upstairs to do a quick clean in my rooms and look for clothes to head out. 

The maid helped out in my outfit change as it would be difficult for mother to do on her own. 

A leather shirt with regular cloth pants of high quality. 

"Time to go shopping!"

The village was large, similar to a city but still small. The walls were built of wood mixed with iron and concrete. Four entrances on each side with a small tower in the center that was only the church and Adventurers guild in the same location.

The outside of our home was rather calm and the entrance of the gate seemed strange to me. From the distance I saw it pleasant, but the more we approached it the more grim and sinister it became. 

I held tightly into mothers clothes as she felt my hand and continued to walk. 

She continued and the appearance of the entrance began to turn my sight dark as a memory triggered me wide awake. I hold tighter with faint tears coming, getting the full attention of my worried mother. 

My emotions went all over the place, I felt weak and disturbed by the gate. I saw the body of someone, tied onto a gate badly bruised with blood all over severe injuries. 

The sky turned dark and rain poured, yet in reality it was a regular sunny day in which my mental state had changed my view the further I got closer to the gate. 

We'd return inside and the imaginary rain poured harder as fear intensified in me. I had no clue as to why, but this seemed to be connected to those dreams I've had. 

Something feels odd, I have no idea as to whatever it may be but the sensation in my heart started to ache the closer we got. 

I just don't understand it. Am I that person? Was that really the way I lived that life in my dreams? Why? Am I even the person who I am?

It took a while for things to go back to normal and all I could do now is look outside and see up to the gate which often feels like a glitch of an image immerging the more I'd stare. 

Night came and the maid laid me into my crib and shut the door leaving three candles lit for the darkness. 

My body adjusted and my sight dwindled as I'd fall asleep in just moments. 

Die, die, die, die, die, die, die..

The environment was dark and in the top there was a certain type of lightbulb that usually appeared in my dreams. The surrounding was that of a large abandoned building and noises of struggle and pain echoed in the room. Then the sounds of beating with iron and fists came to light. My sight showed another scenario: it was the same person or otherwise me. 

Seated on a chair, tied with chains in the legs and hands and blindfolded. 

He was getting beaten by sticks, iron rods, rocks and regular fists. Each time an injury is formed or an already inflicted injury would open itself again. He got bruised heavily and even dropped from the seat in which he sat. I felt enraged as my body found itself in his as I'd find myself in another scenario. 

Hanged from the school gate completely without clothes. Bruised and put as an example for the weak from the strong in the school. Lost a lot of blood and the teachers avoided me as to not get the attention of the ones to cause their behavior. 

I'd find myself in a room secluded for weeks, this is how I lived for months due to those events. There was no justice done, and all I'd been capable of was falling into their hands and weakening further. 

I found myself normal again facing my younger version of the former life. The face was gone or blurred from my sight as I'd approached and the chains of blood slowly moved as to provoke me. 

I was silent and he approached me fast to frighten me.

A nightmare..

DIE!