A man stood in the graveyard of the mountains, rain pouring down like tears from the sky.
His name was Samu. And he stood before two graves ,small, simple, carved from stone by his own hands. His father's name. His mother's name. Nothing more. Nothing less. The forest stood silent around him, trees bowing in the wind as if mourning with him.
Rain streamed down his face, blending with tears he refused to cry. His soaked hair clung to his forehead. His hands trembled, but only slightly ,the way the hands of someone who's suffered too long tremble, not from fear… but from exhaustion.
In his right hand, a gun.
In his heart, a hole.
He stared at the graves. His voice broke through the hush of the storm, barely louder than the wind:
"Why did you leave, Mom and Dad…?"
The words cracked inside him.
"There's no purpose left for me. Nothing to fight for… nothing to love. Nothing at all."
As the words echoed across the mountain graveyard, a flock of birds suddenly burst from a nearby tree, startled by his voice. The wings flapped in panic , a brief storm within the storm. Then silence again.
Samu didn't move.
And then the memories came , not gently, but like thunder.
They came like waves, crashing without mercy.
Warmth. Laughter. A kitchen dimly lit by candlelight. The sound of rain on the roof, but safety inside.
His mother's voice, sweet and playful:
"Ah, Sunny, I know you don't like cabbage… but just one bite?"
He had pouted like a stubborn prince, glaring at the boiled green pile like it was poison. His father chuckled behind him:
"Don't make that face. You haven't even tasted it yet."
"You're acting like it's a curse," his mom laughed, nudging the plate toward him. "One bite. If it's bad, I'll never make it again."
He muttered the name of a god under his breath and picked up the fork as if it were a sword.
And then… he tasted it.
His eyes widened. It wasn't just tolerable ,it was good. Shockingly good.
"It's… amazing!" he shouted with a full mouth.
His mother and father exchanged that knowing look. The kind of look only parents give each other when they see their child discover something for the first time.
"See? You need to try something before judging it," his father said gently.
"Exactly, Sunny. Life isn't always what it looks like at first," his mother added.
Samu had smiled then, a true, bright smile. The kind that filled a room. The kind he hadn't felt in years.
But not all memories were soft.
Some cut like blades.
One night , late, stormy , he had heard them arguing. Not loud… but real.
"Houut the money again, Maren? We can't keep borrowing from your sister."
"Bouut what, Derin? Feeding our son? You think I wanted this life?"
"Don't twist it! I'm trying to hold this family together,"
"Then hold it with your hands, not your pride!"
Samu had curled up on the bed, tiny, confused, silent. The same cabbage still sat cold on the table. The same warmth now felt distant.
But by morning, they smiled again. Like they always did.
They laughed louder the next day. His mom ruffled his hair. His dad taught him to fix the old radio.
They fought… but they always stayed.
Back in the present, standing over their graves, those memories twisted the knife in his chest.
He gripped the gun tighter. His fingers were numb, not from cold , but from emotion he could no longer process.
How did it all go wrong?
When had the light in their house gone out?
More memories came.
Dad, fixing the old radio with him. "Patience. Not everything works on the first try."
Mom, reading fairy tales at night. "The dragon isn't always the enemy, Sunny. Sometimes, it protects the treasure."
Family walks on rainy days. The scent of wet earth. His mother holding his hand, swinging it gently.
His father's large, warm hand resting on his head after a nightmare. "You're safe, Samu. We're here."
He had buried them with those hands. Dug the graves himself. Lowered them down with rope and prayer and silence. No one else had come. No one else had stayed.
He was all that remained of their world. And he didn't want to be.
"Why am I still here?" he whispered, voice cracking. "What's left for me to protect?"
The wind didn't answer.
The rain didn't pause.
Even the birds had flown away.
He closed his eyes. He saw himself as a child again ,muddy shoes, wide eyes, smiling.
He saw his mother, brushing his hair behind his ear.
"One day, Sunny, you'll be strong. But strength isn't about fighting. It's about staying kind."
He saw his father, hands calloused, teaching him how to hold a hammer.
"This world breaks us all. But if you keep building, something will survive."
His knees buckled, and he fell before the graves, gun still in hand, body soaked.
"I don't want to be strong anymore," he said. "I just want it to stop hurting."
And yet…
He didn't pull the trigger.
Not yet.
His fingers hovered near it. The metal was cold , a final comfort. But something in him , deep, buried, fragile , hesitated.
He looked at the graves again. Looked at the mountain trees swaying in silence. The earth below him, alive and still.
Maybe… this moment was not an ending.
Maybe it was the pause before one more breath.
Not hope.
Not healing.
Just breath.
And for now… maybe that was enough.
Ah… these memories were truly precious to him, but he had no will left to live—no purpose.
"He raised the gun to his head and pulled the trigger with his thumb."
"What a peaceful night… to end my life," he said.
the voice of raindrops and the silence of an mountains forest standing tall at the graves of his family at graveyard and with no purpose in life left and no dream to fullfill thus there is no will remain in him to live .
After a while boom the sound of gunshots reverberate through the mountain forest, passing through the woods and reaching the nearby village.
Samu spoke to himself in his mind. Blood was rushing out of his body. He couldn't move.Is this the taste of death? he wondered.What a hellish experience. At the moment of death, his expression was cold. His eyes held no fear, no regret , only peace.
After hearing the gunshot, the villagers rushed to the graveyard, asking one another questions.
"What was that sound?""Where did it come from?""Who was in the graveyard?"
The villagers rushed toward Samu's body, but by then, the blood had stopped flowing from his head. The villagers were shocked by the cold expression frozen on his face.His eyes were like the ocean vast and empty, holding no emotion at all.
Villager talking to each other now what should we do to that corpse . They all dig the grave and buried the boy under the grave on rainy night.
When the bullet ripped through his skull, Samu's body fell like a marionette whose strings have been cut dead, but not quite so.
His consciousness remained in the waning hush. He still smelled earth the damp smell of rain and mud and wet grass.
That, too, was lost.
Darkness seeped from the periphery of his eyesight, engulfing the graveyard, the trees, the sky. The world went dark. then was gone.
At last, his hearing disintegrated into a void
no longer rain, no leaves, no last whispers.
The senses abandoned him, one by one.
And in that last instant
There was no pain.
No fear.
Only silence.
The silence… of death.
Oh what!
Am I Still Alive.
"How… why have I lost all my senses?
Why can't I feel the pain…
the smell of mud…
or hear the sound of raindrops on the grave that should be mine?"
His thoughts vibrate's in nothingness.
"Why can't I see?
Why is there only darkness… endless, heavy darkness?
Why can't I feel the ground beneath me?
Is this… falling?
No… floating.
No… just stillness.
A still void, suspended in air."
Suddenly, a thin ray of light appeared.
It was narrow, but impossibly tall—piercing through the darkness like a blade through cloth.
It shimmered, twisted, and expanded, too bright to bear.
Samu turned his head instinctively, but the light stole his vision for a few moments.
"I… I can't see anything."
When his sight returned, he found himself staring at a figure.
A man stood before him,wearing a black and white suit, a black hat, and a smiling white mask.
"Who… who are you?" Samu asked, his voice small in the silence.
The man gently lifted the brim of his hat with a single finger.
"You will soon know that," he said.
And then,without warning,the light shimmered once more.
It blinked.
He disappeared in a blink,without giving Samu any answers.
Why did he summon me into the void?
Why did I even commit suicide?
What did that masked man want from me?
These questions stormed through Samu's mind.
Suddenly, a hole tore open in the void. Its sound was unbearable, like the universe screaming.
It dragged him toward it,not gently, but violently. There was no time to think, no time to breathe. He didn't even see the hole clearly before it captured him like a black sun, pulling his body in by force.
Then… silence.
And then,light.
Samu opened his eyes.
In front of him stood a young woman with long blue hair and striking red eyes, and beside her, a young man with golden messy hair and gentle brown eyes. They were speaking in a foreign tongue,Naurphish, the global language.
The woman looked at the man, her eyes brimming with sadness.
"Now that our baby is born… you're already leaving for war? That's not fair," she said softly.
The man shook his head, resolute.
"No matter what you say, I won't stay. It's my duty to protect this land."
He gently closed the door behind him, locking it. As he stepped outside, he turned to the gatekeeper and ordered,
"Make sure she doesn't leave the house."
"Ok!!"
And after that he didn't come for three years and my mother doesn't cry but her face is likely sad some times when he talks about dad.
After the time skips of 5 years
The door opens the maid entered and see the room is empty and say with his aggressively expression
"Ah not that too day"
he is gone like before he called his mother that he is not home and the head maid rosphel goes to find him he search courtyard not there and everything thing else until,
he goes to library he saw a child with beautiful golden hair and with beautiful stary blue and red universal combination eyes and he climbed the chair to take the book upper to him his hand struggling to reach the book and fortunately after some struggling he fall the the book very hardly and at that moment the head maid rosphel comes and pick up him with his coat by his two fingers 🤌 and
said angrily
"Why are you here instead of with your family In this special day"
he say with his unknown or questioning expression at his face that want the answer
"Why this is special day"
He answered calmly
"You will know it soon , Master"
"Before going to deep down in story here are some important information that you need to get to enjoy the novel in this novel the main character first life name was samu and the new name is Luthan. In this world there are noble family of swordmaster and noble family of mages and our main character is from the swordmaster noble family and this novel got updated after an week or 3 day so enjoy it thanks for reading💐😌"