Velatrix

Beyond Death follows the story of Atreya Kerwin, a 14-year-old boy who is reincarnated into a fantasy world as the heir to a noble family. Living in a floating city of wonders, Atreya is unaware of his own untapped powers and the dark forces gathering around his family. As the kingdom is torn apart by a brutal civil war, Atreya’s life shatters when his parents sacrifice themselves to protect him from a deadly assassination plot. Fleeing through a hidden waterway, Atreya barely escapes with his life, only to be saved by a mysterious 12-year-old princess from a rival kingdom at war with his own.

Thrown into a world of conflict and betrayal, Atreya must unlock the secrets of his powers while struggling to survive in a realm that once seemed like a dream. As the story unfolds, Atreya begins to uncover the truth behind his mysterious reincarnation and the dark purple aura tied to his abilities, hinting at a far greater purpose. But with enemies on all sides, including the enigmatic woman who seems to know him, and the sealed sword that holds a terrifying power, Atreya’s journey is only beginning. Will he rise from the ashes of his family’s downfall or fall to the shadows threatening to consume everything he holds dear?

Beyond Death: the rise of atreya

The aftermath of the shadow attack left the camp shaken. Fires burned low, casting flickering light over the weary faces of soldiers and elves alike. Atreya sat near the edge of the camp, staring at the horizon where the shadows had vanished. The mark on his wrist continued to burn faintly, as if warning him of something yet to come.

Sylvana approached him, her silver hair catching the dim firelight. She crouched beside him, her green eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and concern.

"You felt it, didn't you?" she asked softly.

Atreya nodded, his hand instinctively covering the mark. "It's like...they weren't just attacking us. They were searching for something. Or someone."

Sylvana's gaze sharpened. "They were drawn to you."

Atreya looked at her, startled. "What are you saying?"

"The mark on your wrist," Sylvana explained. "It's a beacon. A connection to something ancient and powerful. The shadows sensed it, and they'll come again. Stronger."

The council of leaders convened that night in the queen's tent. Lyanna, Sylvana, and the generals gathered around a table covered in maps and reports. Atreya stood to the side, listening intently.

"We can't afford another attack like this," one of the generals said, his voice filled with frustration. "Our forces are already stretched thin."

Sylvana traced a finger over the map, her expression thoughtful. "The shadows are not a natural enemy. They're being summoned, controlled. If we can find the source, we can stop them."

Lyanna nodded. "But where do we begin?"

Atreya stepped forward, his voice steady despite his uncertainty. "I think I might know."

All eyes turned to him, and he hesitated for a moment before continuing. "When I fought them, I felt...a pull. Like they were connected to me somehow. If we follow that connection, it might lead us to whoever is controlling them."

Chapter 28: The Darkest Hour