Elian slowly opened his eyes. The soft morning light filtered through a cracked window, illuminating the old, dusty house. His body no longer ached, but a strange emptiness remained within him. He rose from the rough wooden bed and approached the window. Outside, the forest stretched beneath a blanket of morning mist.
He sat on the windowsill, letting the cool air refresh his face. Memories rushed over him suddenly, like a storm, and he found himself slipping into the past.
When he was a child, still in the Academy, he would often come to an abandoned house not far from the walls. Sitting on the windowsill, he used to dream. Back then, he was different—a boy who believed in justice, in heroes, in grand deeds. He dreamed of becoming like the legendary warriors of the Cosmos, who fought evil and saved the world.
The memory was so vivid he could almost feel the warm glow of the setting sun that day. And then, a voice rang out:
— "There you are!" — shouted Elgart, his best friend, suddenly appearing behind him.
Young Elian flinched, then laughed. They were always together. Even when Elgart was bullied at the Academy, Elian was the first to leap into a fight to protect his friend. Of course, there were consequences—he would be punished, but Elgart never left him alone. He always joined him, even in punishment.
Back in the present, Elian frowned.
"..." — he remained silent in his thoughts.
The past couldn't be brought back. It was buried beneath the ashes of ruined cities and betrayal.
He was no longer that boy with a dream. Now, he had only darkness... and the path he had chosen.