Chapter 1: Naked Beginning

Kael's eyes fluttered open to the warmth of sunlight caressing his skin. A gentle breeze carried the scent of wildflowers and damp earth. His first conscious thought was simple: Where am I?

Slowly, he sat up. The grass beneath him was damp with morning dew, clinging to his palms as he pushed himself upright. For a moment, he just stared, his sharp mind sluggish, struggling to make sense of the endless expanse before him.

The field stretched to the horizon, a sea of emerald dotted with patches of wildflowers. No trees, no buildings, no roads—just grass and sky. It was beautiful in its simplicity but unnervingly foreign.

Then, Kael's eyes dropped to his own body.

He froze.

He was completely, utterly naked.

"What the—" he muttered, scrambling to his feet. The cool air brushed against his skin, and he instinctively crossed his arms over himself, scanning his surroundings for some sign of civilization. A road, a path, even a discarded piece of cloth—anything.

Nothing.

Panic surged, but Kael forced it down. He was no stranger to strange situations, though this… this was unprecedented.

Think, damn it. Focus.

He took a deep breath, forcing his mind to order. What do I know? He frowned. The answer was unsettling: Nothing useful. He didn't know how he'd gotten here, where he was, or even who might be looking for him.

But one thing was clear: I don't belong here.

Movement drew his gaze.

Not far ahead, a small girl knelt among the flowers, her back to him. She was humming softly, a light, melodic tune that seemed to meld with the breeze. Her tiny hands moved with care, plucking petals and placing them into a woven basket beside her.

Kael hesitated. The scene was strangely serene, but something about it felt off. Too calm. Too perfect.

"Hey," he called out, his voice rough and strained, startling even himself.

The girl froze mid-motion. Her head turned slowly, and her wide, startled eyes locked onto his. She couldn't have been more than ten or eleven, with pale skin and long, dark hair that fell in loose waves over her shoulders.

For a moment, neither of them moved.

"Wait," Kael began, raising his hands in what he hoped was a calming gesture. "I'm not going to—"

The girl's scream pierced the air, sharp and shrill, cutting through his words. She scrambled to her feet, her small frame trembling as she took several steps back.

"Wait!" Kael tried again, stepping forward.

Her lips moved, a frantic chant spilling out in a language he didn't recognize. Her fingers traced patterns in the air, leaving glowing trails of light that burned themselves into reality.

Kael's eyes widened as the symbols pulsed, growing brighter.

A force slammed into his chest, knocking the air from his lungs and sending him sprawling backward. He hit the ground hard, grass and dirt cushioning his fall but doing nothing for his bruised pride.

By the time he regained his breath and struggled to his knees, the girl was gone. Her basket lay abandoned in the grass, petals strewn around it like tiny splashes of color.

Kael cursed under his breath, clutching his ribs as he looked toward the treeline where she'd disappeared. His body ached, but something deeper gnawed at him—a sense of vulnerability he hadn't felt in years.

Magic. The word burned in his mind. He didn't know how he knew, but he was certain. That wasn't sleight of hand or a trick of the light. That was raw, unfiltered power.

A low growl rumbled behind him.

Kael's muscles tensed. Slowly, he turned his head.

The creature stood on the crest of a small rise, its massive frame silhouetted against the morning sun. Its body was an unnatural amalgamation of muscle, sinew, and jagged bone, as though it had been stitched together by a mad god. Its glowing yellow eyes locked onto him, unblinking.

Saliva dripped from its maw as it crept closer, each step deliberate, each claw sinking into the earth with a sickening crunch.

Kael's breath caught in his throat. He'd faced danger before, but this… this was primal. Run, his mind screamed, but his body refused to move.

The creature lunged.

Pain exploded through him as its jaws clamped around his torso, crushing bone and tearing flesh. Kael's scream ripped through the air, but it was short-lived as darkness claimed him.

He woke to sunlight.

The warmth, the breeze, the scent of wildflowers—it was all the same.

Kael gasped, sitting bolt upright. His hands flew to his torso, searching for wounds, for the gaping hole where the creature's teeth had torn into him. His skin was smooth, unbroken.

His eyes darted around the field, heart hammering against his ribs. The endless stretch of grass, the soft rustling of the wind—it was identical.

And then he saw her.

The girl in the blue dress, kneeling among the flowers, humming softly as she picked petals.

Kael froze.

This wasn't possible. He'd died. He knew he'd died. The memory of those teeth, the crushing pain, the helplessness—it was all too vivid, too real.

Yet here he was.

And there she was, exactly as before.

Kael forced himself to his feet, his hands trembling. His mind raced, trying to make sense of the impossibility before him.

This isn't chance.

The girl turned, her startled eyes meeting his once more. Kael's breath hitched, but this time, he didn't call out.

This time, he stayed where he was, watching, waiting.

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