ISION

It was now or never.

The test of time had finally brought us to this very moment for the chapters to end. . . Right here and right now.

The flames ripped apart the planet wide open, destroying everything and anything in the crossfire. Fire spilled out of its core, engulfing anything in its way, as Mother Nature didn't take any prisoners, no matter how special they were.

None of the cries, screams, violence would be heard; all would be rejected into the void of nothingness. They could pray to the Planeta Deus from above, but no Deus could listen to their pleas.

Our blades intertwined in an attempt to cut out the life of the other.

It was a duel of history that transcended time, breaking the laws of physics.

This fight of ours would cause ripples in time for the generations to come after us.

I knelt to the ground, taking a breath. I scooped the decaying soil, which washed away in my hands for it to be gone forever.

There was only one way that I could look, and that was to look forward. . . to the man who was in front of me. The man who appeared before me was nothing but trouble.

I would be the only one who would stand before him and fight, fight until my last dying breath.

His eyes spoke of ethereal destruction, a magnet that pulls anyone to him and ultimately gets decimated.

His golden, silky hair flowed down his legs, touching the ground. His blue azure eyes were calculating and frozen.

With that cape of his was like a protective shield covering his hair from the back.

I clutched my arm as I stood up from the ground, tall and proud, ready for the consequences of this battle. Too many had lost their lives for the sake of this moment, for it to all end here.

A final death-match between us would happen, and the others who remained would tell the story to anyone who could live after this.

Which was unlikely.

"Is this where it ends for you, Ision?" He approached me closer and closer, with each step filled with purpose and a killing intent that shook this planet to its core.

I looked to see the piles of bodies that had been slumped on the ground as a consequence of our battle that led to their ultimate demise.

"Well, Castor, I can say the same thing for you." I pointed my sword at him as I began channelling the power of Leron into it.

Castor with a devilish grin as he, too, began channelling the power of Ero. Even from here, I could feel the immense strength and power that he was letting out.

It was almost suffocating, and anyone who would have been alive still would immediately die from the power that Castor alone was using at the moment.

I drove my sword to the ground.

Leron den volcano!

The planet exploded in an instant. I thought it would buy me enough time, but I was wrong. . .

"Ero via revert!" Castor shouted as the destruction of the planet reverted to normality.

"Come on now? You seriously think that I would let you win by doing that?" He scoffed, waving his hand in dismissal. "Fight me like your life depends on it."

WHOOSH!

His sword clashed with mine, and I realised that he had put himself into the first phase of Wrealthvelt.

It was clear that he was going all out in our battle.

Our swords continued to flash and clash as we chipped away the materials from our swords.

He lunged in attempts to pierce through my chest, but I dodged it away in attempts to find a weak spot, but there was none that I could analyse.

If the fight kept going as it did, I would be on the losing side of history, and I couldn't do that to myself.

There was only one way that I could settle this without a defeat.

GUH!

His hand pierced through my chest, opening up a hole in my body.

I blinked profoundly in utter shock as he leaned closer to my ear, "That's for all the people you killed."

BLUH!

He pushed his hand and went deeper and deeper into my chest to the point the only thing I could do now was cough out a tremendous amount of blood.

I reached out to him with my hand smearing blood on his face, but he wasn't phased one bit at all in the slightest.

SNAP! 

I snapped his arm open, the blood spilling and gushing as I could see the pieces of bone fragment appear.

The pain was unrelenting, devastating and cruel.

He forcibly kneeled me to the ground as he did the same, too.

"You're lucky that I'm giving you a death, that you don't deserve you."

"Y-You. . . Traitor. . . H-How could you?" I mustered up all the remaining strength I had in me.

Castor, for the first time, drifted his eyes to somewhere else other than me, "You made me do this, Ision. . . Don't get it twisted." He pulled his hand out of my chest to reveal a bloody fist that dripped with red.

I dropped to the ground, my hand on the ground, powerless to even move.

I was too weak to move, even if I wanted to; I couldn't do anything about it as Castor towered over me.

He would be the last thing I see. . . How pitiful.

"I'm sorry it had to end this way," Castor muttered.

The lies that were spewing out of his mouth. It was nothing but lies. I could see a faint smile on his face.

He didn't mean a single word that he had declared. He loved every moment of this, and I could do nothing about it.

Castor sat there in silence, waiting for my impending demise, as there was only one more thing I could say.

"Leron in cartion"

"Leron ine cartion"

"Leron ine cartion"

Like that, my eyes closed, disappearing from this very world.

Whoever came next after me. . .

Don't fail.

MARO

The world is your oysters, they say. . .

I knew little about my world, and my world knew little about me, either.

I was never one to fully believe in the statement, but as things come and go, I begin to realise, think, and answer.

That the world truly is your oyster.

What came to my senses as I opened my eyes wasn't the sound of nature of the birds and the bees buzzing and fuzzing, but rather, it was the cries.

The cries of mine.

Everything blurry and indistinguishable to my eyes had become focused and sharp, analysing the world that came into sight.

The first thing I saw was a hand, an arm, and a tender smile—a smile of benevolence worn on a woman.

Her fiery hair was lush and gracious, flowing down her shoulders, personifying her grace. And might I add, she was astonishingly beautiful.

It looked like she was pretty young, with her pale complexion the focal point of his face. She rocked me in her hands with a beaming smile filled with pure joy.

"It's a boy!"

Another voice had come to the picture as I saw an extended hand reach my temple.

Like my mother, an equally handsome man, though something told me he was a bit clumsy with his big old toothy grin, Colgate smile, and chest puffed up, ready for action.

He had short hazelnut hair and a clean-shaven beard that enhanced his complexion, and his clothing was rather ragged and broken.

It made more sense as I slowly looked at my surroundings, and from its appearance, it seemed we were living in a simple and humble cottage. Which wasn't a bad place to live at.

My sensations started to bottle up, and it was going to burst.

Was it anger? Nervousness? Excitement?

"Wahhh!"

None of the above. . . I guess.

Well, for some reason, I felt like crying at this very moment.

"Did I do that? " the man said in a panic, trying to fan me with his hands.

"Wahhh!"

"I'm not that ugly, right?" He pointed at himself as the woman giggled, shook her head, and cooed at me. As soon as she did that, I stopped crying instantly.

"Maybe I am ugly." He muttered, smiling faintly at me.

"No, you're not, dear; you're just clumsy, " she answered, looking at me with another beaming smile. "Aren't you cute?" she smiled, touching me. "Yes, you are!"

Since I was this woman's child, I would allow it just this time.

As the man attempted to reach out to me slowly but surely, this time, he failed.

"Wahhh!"

He chuckled, drooping his shoulder in defeat, "Kassie, you just gave birth to him, and he already has a favourite."

"Don't say that, Lenin. He's just coming out of his shell." She smiled at me. After all, like you said, I just gave birth to him." She joked back at him.

Kassie and Lenin - Mother and Father.

I was the son of both Kassie and Lenin, and I was okay with that.

My past life was filled with memories of joy and contentment, but I still did have a lot to live as, after all, I did die at quite a young age, the age of 14, that is.

I lived in an environment where everything, including the future, technology, and advancements, was a sign of the past.

It didn't sound possible, but trust me, it really did.

We exceeded our expectations and stood atop the mountain, looking down at everyone else.

I lived in a world that people wouldn't even be able to comprehend, but never mind that now, I was living in a new world and assigned to the role of a baby.

I would play that role to the best of my abilities, that was for sure.

But the biggest question was yet to be asked and had been itching my brain. . . What was my name? Seriously, have they come up with a name yet?

"Hmmm. . .Jaxon? Paul? Steven? I mean, those are pretty good names, don't you think?" My father stroked his chin, deep in thought of the possible names that I could be.

Please, none of those names. . . They were all terrible. Can someone remove my father from naming me?

"Lenin." My mother smiled and looked over at him. "Those are terrible names." She looked at me and thought, "How about. . . Maro."

I did my best to nod immediately at the name she had suggested. Now, that was a name befitting for someone like me.

Maro was a name that suited me the best.

"Maro?" My father asked in surprise, "I mean, I still think Ja-"

"Wahhh!" I cried out more.

"Okay! Okay! Maro. . . Maro it is." He muttered, smiling as they looked at me with such affection that I couldn't help but feel I was more than loved.

"Still think Jaxon would've been cool."

"Lenin!" My mother giggled.

Okay, that was it; I knew that this was a family that I wanted to get used to. . . Let's live this life now, once and for all.