Ravion was working hard at sword training, and he spent part of his day cleaning dirt around the empire for some commoners in exchange for a meager wage.
He said, wiping the sweat frozen by the cold: "Ah... I'm so tired; what a bitter cold!"
Then he added, smiling with exhaustion: "And finally... I've finished my work."
Ravion returned to his small hut in the forest to continue his daily training. While he was practicing, he noticed an old, battered sword half-buried in the dirt. He approached it slowly, picked it up, and murmured to himself: "Maybe I can sell it at the market..."
He finished his training and went back to his hut, placing the sword beside his bed before going to sleep.
But at midnight a mysterious voice woke him, whispering in his ear: "You will know the truth..."
Ravion opened his eyes in a fright, unsure if what he heard was a dream or reality...
He looked at the sword, which had begun to shine sharply. He grabbed it and felt a pain in his head, as deep memories rushed at him:
A village burning, Women screaming, Soldiers wearing the armor of the Fire Empire, And his mother holding him while shouting, "Run, Ravion!"
The scene stopped suddenly; Ravion came back to the present, gasping for air. "This... was that the past? Is that what happened to my family?"
Tears gathered in his eyes, but he wiped them away roughly and said in a choked voice: "I will learn the truth... and I will make them pay."
He wondered to himself: "Why couldn't I remember these memories before?"
He froze, and the words echoed in his head again: "You will know the truth..." "What is happening to me? And what does all of this mean?"
That night was the beginning of a complete change in his life.
Ravion sat in front of the burning fire in his hut, the old sword beside him. He couldn't sleep; the whisper he had heard and the words that haunted him did not leave him.
He repeated the sentence in his mind over and over until the pain in his head grew intense, and suddenly he saw a scene he had never lived—
He gripped the sword tightly, and suddenly the blade shone a deep red; then a symbol in the shape of the letter (F) formed on the hand that held the sword.
He froze in place, not understanding the meaning of that symbol.
The next morning, as usual, Ravion went out thinking about the previous night; he was haunted by the image of the city being attacked by something unknown. As he walked, his eyes nearly met the sight of a little girl under attack, and without hesitation he rushed to save her. He grabbed his sword as he ran; the blade lit with a faint white glow, and he swung the sword, jumping high and moving it quickly from right to left repeatedly in a very professional and fast manner!
He killed the orc monster and could hardly believe it himself.