Chapter 3: A new beginning

While John, now inhabiting Daemon's body, was deep in thought, he heard his name being called. He turned around and saw a young woman of approximately 20 years old, with black hair and gray eyes. He recognized her instantly: she was Lyana, Daemon's swordmaster.

Lyana had been hired by Daemon's family to teach him the art of the sword. John had a bit of respect for this character, as she was one of the few women who didn't fall madly in love with the protagonist and use his brain. In the story, she remained loyal to Daemon's family and protected him until the end, until that great catastrophe where she died.

Daemon, for his part, did not take sword lessons seriously. Most of the time, he spent his time asking her teacher about Lumia, her childhood friend, since Lyana had also given her some lessons. Daemon always wanted to know what Lumia liked, how her lessons were going, and any other details Lyana could share.

John recalled with disdain how Daemon had acted moments before. Lyana had told him to forget Lumia, that she rejected him and had even humiliated him on several occasions. In a childish outburst, Daemon had gotten angry at his teacher, yelled at her to stay out of her business, and had run into the forest.

John was absolutely disappointed in that childish and foolish attitude. Maybe it was Daemon's age, he was only 15, but that didn't justify such immature behavior. Snapping out of his thoughts, John—or rather, Daemon—answered Lyana.

"It's okay, teacher. Sorry for my outburst earlier. It won't happen again."

Lyana looked at him strangely, but she smiled. "Okay, Daemon. Let's continue with today's lesson."

They both returned to the training yard.

*Lyana's POV:*

Lyana felt bad for Daemon; She didn't like seeing how she continued to humiliate herself for that girl, Lumia. She considered Daemon like a younger brother and had often given him advice to stop insisting on someone who didn't value him. However, Daemon never understood, and sometimes he had outbursts like today.

Arriving at the training yard, Lyana noticed something different about Daemon. Her gaze seemed distant, as if he were lost in his thoughts. At first, she attributed this to Daemon being angry with her, but when she asked him how she was doing, he only responded that he was fine and apologized to her. That was new. Daemon had never behaved like this.

"Daemon," Lyana said, trying to gauge the sincerity of his words, "are you sure you're okay? Your behavior is... different."

Daemon looked at her with renewed determination. "Yes, teacher. I'm fine. And I promise that I will take my lessons seriously from now on."

Lyana watched him with skepticism, but also with a spark of hope. "Very well, then. Let's start with the basic exercises."

Daemon began to execute the basic movements under Lyana's guidance. As they advanced, he noticed that his body had muscle memory for certain movements, but lacked the discipline necessary to be a true swordsman.

Lyana guided him patiently, correcting his posture and adjusting his movements. As they continued, she felt a strange mixture of respect and sympathy for him. Lyana was not only an excellent teacher, but also a person who genuinely cared about her well-being.

During training, Lyana couldn't help but think about Daemon's change in attitude. Although she attributed it to a simple reconciliation after his snatch, the truth was that something profound had changed in the young man. Maybe, finally, he was maturing. Or maybe, there was something else she didn't quite understand.

The session ended with both of them panting, but satisfied with the progress. Lyana placed a hand on Daemon's shoulder. "You have improved a lot today. Keep this attitude and soon you will be a great swordsman."

*Daemon's POV:*

Daemon nodded, a small smile on his face. "Thank you, teacher. I promise to keep trying."

Lyana looked at him with a mixture of pride and concern. She didn't know what had caused this change in Daemon, but she hoped it was for the better. She wouldn't stop supporting him, no matter what happened.

As they headed to Daemon's family mansion, John looked out over the town. He had never seen this type of medieval buildings and found the whole environment fascinating. The stone houses, the dirt roads, the bustle of the local market; everything was new and different for him.

Upon arriving at the mansion, John was surprised by its size and magnificence. It was huge, with high walls and imposing towers. Two guards stood at the entrance and greeted them respectfully.

"Lord Daemon, Miss Lyana," the guards said, nodding.

They both returned the greeting with a nod of the head. All the employees of the mansion greeted them politely as they headed to their respective rooms. Daemon's parents were away today; most of the time they weren't. They were business people and rarely had time for Daemon.

Arriving at his room, Daemon headed straight to the bathroom. The hot water offered him a moment of calm and reflection. As he soaked in the tub, he exhaled deeply, trying to process everything that had happened.

"What does the future hold for you?" he asked himself quietly. To tell the truth, he didn't have a clear answer. He knew that he was in a new world, with different rules and challenges that he couldn't even imagine.

After leaving the bathroom, Daemon dressed in comfortable clothes and sat by the window. He watched the landscape as night began to fall, illuminated by the lights of the mansion and the soft glow of the stars.

"I won't be a piece in anyone's game," he told himself. "I will find a way to survive and thrive in this world. No matter how difficult it is."

With that determination, Daemon prepared to rest, knowing that the next day would bring new challenges and opportunities. With Lyana and her new focus, he felt he had a real chance to change his destiny and write his own story.