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From ashes to honor.
He didn't become the village leader because he was strong.
He became the leader because he refused to stay broken.
After the stork gave its life for him, the villagers began to fear him even more.
A boy who returned from the dead?
A cursed child?
They whispered behind his back.
They left food outside his hut, but never looked him in the eye.
Even the elders said,
"The spirits brought him back for a reason. But that reason is not our concern."
He grew up alone.
Eating cold meals. Sleeping under leaking roofs.
Training with broken weapons.
Bleeding in silence.
But he never cursed them.
He told himself,
"If they fear me, I'll give them something else to see—
Not a monster. Not a curse.
But a protector."
So he worked harder than everyone.
He joined the laborers—hauling stones twice his weight.
He helped the farmers—tilling fields till his palms bled.
He guarded the village walls through storm, frost, and war.
Even when others spat at his feet…
He bowed.
Not out of weakness—
But because he chose to be better than their hate.
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When he turned seventeen, the old village chief was dying.
The council gathered to decide who would take the mantle.
Most voted for the elder's son.
But something changed that night.
A fire broke out in the village's granary.
Trapped inside—five children.
While others screamed and scrambled,
he ran straight into the flames.
He emerged carrying them one by one.
Hair singed. Face burnt. Arms shaking.
He collapsed with the last child in his arms.
He lost consciousness for two days.
When he woke, the council was waiting.
The elder's son stepped forward.
And said only one thing:
"I was born with the right to lead.
But he…
He earned it."
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That night, the villagers bowed for the first time.
He didn't smile.
He didn't cry.
He only said:
"I don't want worship.
I want peace.
If any of you ever dies on my watch…
I will give my life to bring you back."
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