Chapter 5: New Beginnings

"Sometimes life can be funny. When it gives a chance after a fall, you might have to begin from the cradle."

This is about Kyrian. Given a chance to reclaim who he is, now timid, he must do everything to become who he was. Because life is about knowing who you are. "Take these words to heart."

"What!? How did you do that? Who taught a tortoise magic? This is one of the elemental powers!" Arric exclaimed, holding his arm where the ice had hit him, cutting through his suit to his skin. Moving closer to Kyrian, he suddenly summoned fire elemental magic. His suit provided him with an energy sword with just a click, and he ghosted himself into an attack stance.

"Master level!" others said, scared, as he was about to launch towards Kyrian. Elena used her wind elemental magic to hit him away and grabbed Kyrian, running into one of the rooms in the ship.

Aurelius asked in surprise, "When did your cultivation get to soul level (the third grade)?"

"Don't ask me... after them and you," Kyrian said to the guard. As the others were about to launch an attack on the room, Elena clicked a button for deflector shields, which created a barrier and allowed the door to close.

"What, you just closed a door with this?" Kyrian was surprised but calm.

"How did you do that? You just reached core level," Elena said with happiness, holding his hand. He was curious about which cultivation level that was. "Grade two. We both know you are in the basic level, while others are in soul level, and a few are in master level, like Arric just did," she said.

"You mean Xylaraeth foundation level - grade D?" Kyrian finally asked.

"Yeah, that's the ancient people's way of naming cultivation grades. But here we have basic, core, soul, master, and many more levels... When did you start reading ancient texts? You hated it because it's boring," Elena said. Kyrian looked bored.

"Shit! Shit!! Shit!!! Fuck spaceships, fuck grades, fuck everything, fuck the universe!" he said, hitting the wall. Finally, he realized he was trapped in a very weak body. Elena's worried words faded from his ears. He just couldn't believe that the emperor of an entire empire, who had reached the pinnacle of cultivation, was now very weak. He looked in the mirror. It was him, now young and beautiful, like he had just passed his teenage years.

"What's up, buddy?" Lucius asked, holding him. Kyrian snatched away.

"Bow! I am your emperor!" Kyrian screamed. No one knew him, and he knew no one except Soren. No one from the ancient times was here. He fell and sat, holding his legs.

"What happened to him?" Lucius asked.

"He's been acting strange since he returned from space to the ship," Elena said.

"Why would you allow him? We are the only amateurs in the spaceship, and we are young. Why would you?" Lucius said in fear.

"Arric did, and you know I can't do anything. He's a prince," Elena said.

"He's also a prince, our friend. We can't let him be bullied," Lucius said, trying to go and fight for him. Elena held him back.

"Shut the fuck up," Kyrian stood up, shouting. They looked at him. "Listen to me, I am not the real Kyrian you know," he said.

"What!?" they both exclaimed.

"The real Kyrian is dead," he finally said.

"Ahhhhhhhh...huhhhhhh," they laughed hard at him.