The beginning of the unknown.

A quiet night, the cool breeze whispering between the trees, while the moon seeps through the branches, sending its silver light to the dew-covered ground. At the foot of a small hill, a boy sat alone on a smooth rock, staring into the horizon with eyes heavy with thoughts. His choice of this place was not random... it was an escape.

The city was bustling with life. The voices of merchants rose in the market, children ran through the alleys, and the smell of fresh bread mixed with the evening air. Dante was there, but he was not part of that picture.

Dante rose to break the silence of loneliness and go to become a member of the society that had made him escape to the rock a moment ago, and here he was back to the society that had just rejected him again. Dante returned to the city to stand in the middle of the square, watching from afar a group of boys his age as they practiced using their elements, each one of them proudly displaying his ability.

One froze water with a single touch, another unleashed a powerful wind that blew a bunch of leaves, and a third set fire to a dead tree trunk before extinguishing it with a wave of his hand.

As for him? He stood there, staring, frozen in place. He had no ability to display, no element to control, nothing that distinguished him from others except jealousy, jealousy was his only ability that distinguished him from others, no, even jealousy wasn't his advantage, that emptiness that filled his insides, Dante was the only one who possessed it.

"Why am I the only one? Why wasn't I given power like them?" A dull and desperate expression appeared on his face.

He didn't know that one of the boys noticed him, a sarcastic smile appeared on his face before he approached with his group.

The boy: Oh, look who's here! Dante, the boy who doesn't have an element.

Little laughter followed his words, but he didn't respond.

This wasn't new to him, but it hurt him more every time he heard it.

The boy: Tell me, what are you going to do at the academy next month? Stand there and stare like you do now? Maybe you'll become a servant to a nobleman, that's the best thing you can do.

Dante clenched his fists, but said nothing.

He could have responded, he could have shouted, but what's the point? They're right.

The boy got closer and closer to Dante, each step as if to show how much hatred this boy held for Dante. Dante looked at the boy and said.

Dante: Listen, I don't know why you're angry for no reason, but I'll leave if you want—

Before Dante could finish speaking, the boy shot fire at Dante's face, hot fire, that could melt iron if you aimed it at him for a short period of time, but fortunately for Dante, the fire had only touched his eye for a second. However, Dante had... his eye was cut.

Yes, the firebender had harnessed fire out of anger and disgust at Dante, to the point that the fire had cut him just by touching him for a second.

Anyway, the poor Dante screamed, and what a loud screaming, Dante's body and the blood flowing only explained the pain, Dante started punching the ground in pain, with every punch his arms were bleeding more.

As for the boy who hurt Dante, he was laughing, as if he hadn't done anything wrong just now, while Dante was screaming, Dante grabbed some sand in his hand and threw it at the boy's eyes, the boy screamed in pain.

The boy: I won't have mercy on you this time you bastard! I'll roast you alive!—

Dante interrupted him and strangled him and threw him to the ground, Dante sat over the boy, strangling him with one hand and punching him with his other hand, Dante was punching him over and over, all this time blood was falling like a waterfall from Dante's eye to the boy's face, the boy raised his hands towards Dante's face to shoot his fire again, but Dante beat him to it, Dante grabbed the boy's hand and aimed it at his face, the boy fired the strongest fire he had, thinking he was shooting his fire at Dante but he was shooting at himself, because his eyes were filled with blood and sand, the boy's face burned.

The skin melted, the bone protruded, the flesh cooked, the boy's arm fell to the ground as if his arms had lost their life.

As for Dante, he sat on the boy's belly, Dante looked at the other boys, all of them panicked, Dante shouted.

Dante: I'm sick of them! They give me those looks every day! I'll kill everyone who hates me publicly with their own element! Whether I like it or not! Do you think you are better than me?! I'm better than all of you!

Silence began to fill the air, shock on every face, everyone looked at Dante with fear and hatred, Dante got up and ran away, every step he took in this village reminded him of his shortcomings, everything he didn't have. So, he did what he always did when his chest tightened—he ran away.

Leaving the city behind, he walked through the dark corridors, until he reached the hill where he was sitting now.

This rock was his refuge, the only place where he could be alone with his thoughts without being haunted by the mockery of others.

He slowly raised his head, looking at the moon that seemed to be watching him silently.

Dante: How long will I stay like this? How long will I remain just a person without strength?

Dante was sitting on that rock, staring at the sky above him, like an endless sea, drowning in it alone.

The night wasn't cold, but he felt a coldness running through his soul, like an emptiness that no fire could warm.

Dante: Everyone in this world is born with an element…

He looked at his hands, at his slender fingers that held no trace of power, no spark, no splash of water, no magical glow. Just ordinary hands, empty like his soul.

"All Ethnicities have an innate ability that distinguishes them… except me."

The wind moved slightly, carrying with it the sounds of laughter coming from the village, where others enjoyed what he couldn't have. He didn't envy them, but he couldn't help but wonder… why?

"Why am I different? Was this a mistake? Did the world forget to give me my share of power? Or am I just a mistake… something that shouldn't exist?"

He felt a cold grip on his heart, but he didn't let it drag him into the abyss.

"But if I was wrong, why am I still here? Why wasn't my existence erased from the start?"

He knew there was an answer, even if he couldn't see it now. He believed that everything happened for a reason, but what reason had led him to this fate?

"Maybe, instead of being born with power, I was born to search for it. Maybe it wasn't given to me, because I had to create it myself."

He raised his head towards the sky again, but he was no longer staring at it like someone drowning, but like someone searching for a path.

"If I don't have an element, I'll find something to replace it. If I don't have a path drawn, I'll make my own way. I'll search, I'll learn, I'll become something more than just a boy without power."

He breathed slowly, feeling like a weight had been lifted from his chest. He knew the journey would be difficult, and maybe no one would understand him, and maybe everyone would make fun of him, but that didn't matter anymore.

"I will find my truth, even if I have to search for it alone."

Dante got up from the rock, dusted off his clothes, and took his first steps into the unknown... but this time, he wasn't running away—he was walking toward the beginning.

Dante began walking silently and asking himself, "Was what the boy did worth killing him? Am I a monster? Should I kill everyone who insults me? What an idiot I am! The worst thing is not that I would do it, the worst thing is that I announced it publicly after I had already implemented it.

Everyone will believe what they say about me now... Yes, I am a monster..." His tears began to flow... and he wiped his eyes.

"Monsters have no right to cry." Dante stopped walking and searching for his new hope, and returned to his eternal despair.

He slowly raised his head, looking at the moon that seemed to be silently watching him.

"How long will I be like this? How long will I be just a powerless person?" He slowly raised his head, looking at the moon that seemed to be silently watching him.

(Present Time)

"Everyone in this world is born with an element... All races have an innate ability that distinguishes them... Except me."

(He squeezes his hands tightly, looking at them as if searching for something that doesn't exist.)

"Humans rule over water with its various branches—healing, ice, blood, sight, form... Half-elves control the wind and its various branches, control the air and manipulate the air and shadow and embody space... Dwarves shape the earth and its branches as they please, controlling minerals, rocks, and the density of things and the mass of bodies... "

He clenched his fist, then raised his head, staring at the moon.

"Angels have lightning, the power of light and sound, incredible speed and restraint, plasma and mobility... and demons? They have fire, the most destructive elements, even their branches are terrifying, lava, glass, darkness, magic."

He closes his eyes for a moment, then opens them to the sound of leaves moving behind him, light footsteps approaching.

It was his human friend, Sarah, she puts her hands on her waist, smiling

Sarah: Dante, are you talking to yourself again? That's bad, others might think you've lost your mind.

From among the trees, another young man emerges, putting his hands in his pockets, his tone clearly sarcastically.

His other friend, the Half Elve Yuno:

Don't worry, his mind wasn't there to begin with.

Dante's eyes flash in annoyance, he looks away.

Dante: Shut up, you two don't understand anything.

Yuno sits on the ground, leaning on his elbow, while Sara stands beside him, looking at Dante intently.

Yuno: Okay, okay, but let's face it. Don't you feel strange? Everyone has an element, even the simple peasants, except you. No one knows why.

A brief moment of silence, then Sara speaks gently.

Sara: But Dante... Isn't it strange that you don't have an element? Even if your origin is unknown, all Ethnicities have innate elements. Why are you different?

Yuno crosses his arms, looking at Dante with a scrutinizing look.

Yuno: Exactly, even we don't know anything about your parents or your Ethnicity. No one knows.

Dante stares at the ground for a moment, then raises his head, his gaze filled with determination.

Dante: It doesn't matter if I don't have an element, I'll be the ruler of Gort one day!

Yuno's eyes widen slightly, before he laughs sarcastically.

Yuno: Really? Without an item? How would you do that? With words?

Sarah raising her eyebrows as she smiles: That's a big dream, Dante... but big dreams require a lot of effort.

Dante smiles lightly, looking at the moon again.

Dante: I know, that's why I won't give up.

The wind blows lightly, the leaves move gently. The three exchange silent glances, before Yuno speaks again, this time in a more serious voice.

Yuno: Well, I hope you're serious this time.

Sarah smiling lightly: Me too, I'll wait to see how serious you are.

Dante smiles a small smile, before looking away, his voice filled with determination.

Dante in an internal voice: Even if I'm the only one without an element... I'll find my way. I'll become strong... I'll become the ruler.

There's a moment of silence, before Sara breaks the silence as she turns away.

Sara: Come on, we should go back home, it's starting to get cold.

Yuno slowly stands up, stretching and yawning.

Yuno: Well, I don't want to catch a cold because of Dante.

Dante also gets up, looking at the forest around him, as if this night will remain etched in his memory.

Dante in a quiet, barely audible voice

"The ruler of Gort... I'll get there no matter what."

And so, under the cold moonlight, the boy took his first steps towards an unknown destiny, where he would soon embark on a journey unlike any other...

The sky is overcast, and the smell of impending rain mingles with the smell of burning blood.

Dante walks in front of Sara and Yuno, his steps heavy, his shoulders heavy with what happened.

No one speaks, only the sound of the wind blowing lightly, as if whispering to them the secrets of tomorrow.

Yuno in a low but tense voice: Dante... before we came to you, we saw a burned boy and heard a lot of 'the outcast Dante did it, he used my son's element to kill him!'. What exactly happened there?

Dante doesn't reply, he continues walking, staring at the ground as if to avoid their gaze.

Sara takes two steps forward, walking beside him, her eyes filled with worry as she watches the blood still leaking from his right eye.

Sara gently but firmly: You have to tell us Dante, this isn't something we can ignore...

Dante stops suddenly, clenching his fist tightly, before speaking in a low but sharp voice.

Dante: You saw everything... you don't need me to tell you the details.

Yuno grits his teeth, violently kicking a small pebble in front of him.

Yuno: Dante, this isn't just a fight! I... You killed someone!

The group falls silent for a moment, staring at Dante's back who remains frozen, unable to turn to them.

Dante in a cold, but slightly broken voice: They tried to kill me first.

Sarah's eyes flash with sadness, as Yuno clenched his fist, running his hand through his hair before speaking again, his voice less angry but still charged.

Yuno: Even if it was true... the way you did it... you made him shoot himself, Dante!

Dante running his hand over his injured eye, breathing heavily, then muttering: I wasn't thinking... I didn't... I didn't know that would happen.

Sarah steps closer, placing her hand on his arm, feeling the tension coursing through his body.

Sarah gently, trying to calm him down: Dante, look at me.

Dante hesitates for a moment, before slowly raising his head. His gaze meets hers, blood still dripping from his eye, his pupils surrounded by red, flaming rings. Sarah gasps softly.

Sarah: Your eye...!

Yuno approaching, staring in surprise and concern: It's burning like it's being consumed by fire...!

Dante turns his face away, pressing his eyes in pain, then mutters in a weak, barely audible voice.

Dante: It's okay... I don't feel anything.

Sara bites her lip, then shakes her head vigorously.

Sara firmly: No, it's not okay! Sit down now, I'll fix you.

Yuno squats down beside them, sighing as he watches Sara raise her hand, soft blue energy glowing around her fingers.

Sara: You might feel a little warm, but don't worry.

As soon as she places her hand on Dante's injured eyelid, he feels a gentle warmth mixed with the burning pain. He breathes slowly, closing his eyes as the wounds gradually begin to heal.

Dante mumbles, in a tired voice: This is... strange... It's like I feel a cool breeze inside my eyes...

Yuno smiles lightly, raising his hand and directing a gentle stream of air towards Dante's face: Because I'm helping you too. This is a soothing breeze to ease your pain.

Dante lets out a quiet sigh, feeling something resembling relief for the first time since the night began. He slowly opens his injured eye, the pain has subsided, but he still feels something strange inside it.

Sara sighs, slowly pulling her hand away.

Sara: It's done, but you need to rest, your eye has gone through a strange change... The wound has healed, but the scar will not heal. You have to be careful.

Yuno looking at him seriously, then closing his eyes for a moment before sighing: Dante... I don't know what happened to you back there, but I know one thing. You're not a murderer.

Dante raises his head to look at Yuno, his words leaving an unexpected impact on him. Yuno smiles lightly, then gets up.

Yuno: Come on, we have to go home. We won't solve anything by standing here.

Everyone exchanges glances, before they move back towards their home.