Jack level -1

"Alright," I manage.

But I can't stand it. I run to my room and hide under my covers.

Why couldn't I have helped him? Why did I run? I could have at least let him get away and die myself.

I can't sleep. I toss and turn in my bed. I take a small walk through the village but nothing helps.

I go to dad's workplace and sharpen some swords and axes for him, but it doesn't help. It never helps.

I go to the pond and throw some stones at fish. Nothing helps.

"Aren't you supposed to be asleep?" The village elder asks.

"Can't sleep." I just ran away from a sentry that killed another person, lingers on the tip of my tongue.

"Let me guess, death?" The elder asks.

"Yeah, I-"

"Watched young Jack die to a sentry while you ran away. Then you power leveled up and survived the sentry that killed Jack?"

"Yeah," The elder was a level twenty mind reader.

The next day we sent search parties out to find Jack. They found pieces of him out in the sentry area. Dad told me to never tell anyone about Jack or me power leveling up.

He told me to forget I even had powers.

The elder told me the only way to defend myself from this world and the sentries I would need to train.

We began to practice everyday. He would bring me out to the woods before dawn and make me do things like turn into wood from a tree or stone from a stone.

"Like this?"

"Yes like that."

My arms are raised in a blocking position and a loud bang comes from the black box in the elders hand. A small pellet launched out and hit my arms.

It hit my arm and fell to the ground. It was hard for me to move but I had sustained no injury.

My skin was a pale silver color and felt decently strong.

"What is that?" I ask pointing at the box.

"It's called a gun and it came from the old world."

"Wow. So the old world does exist."