The Reincarnated

When Mark woke up, he found himself lying on a bed. He didn't know how he survived. When he looked around, he thought that the room was designed in accordance with medieval fashion.

While Mark was thinking where he was, someone came into the room. The person who entered was a woman. She said, "Oh my little Mark, finally you are awake."

The woman was very happy, and she was crying because of her happiness, but Mark didn't understand why and who she was. At that moment, some memories entered Mark's head. Because there was an enormous amount of information that entered Mark's brain, he started making noises as if his head had been hit with a hammer.

Suddenly, Mark found out who he was. Mark Firesword. He was a 9-year-old boy who was a child of a knight. His father's name was Lucas Firesword, and his mother's name was Sofia Firesword. His father apparently was working as a knight under a baron. Also, his mother was working in the accounting department of the household.

The nobleman his father served was named Oscar Zephyrus. He was a normal soldier, and after the big war, he became a war veteran and a baron. Also, Mark's father—Lucas Firesword—fought on the border with Oscar, and after Oscar became a baron, Lucas became Oscar's knight.

That crying woman was Mark's mom. Mark clutched his head, shaking with the memories coming to his head. His mother, Sofia, immediately melted to his side, gently placing her palm against his forehead.

"Mark, son, are you okay? You gave us such a scare," she said, shaking inside with helplessness and relief.

Mark drew a long sigh, trying to understand the situation. "Mother… I… I remember now," he said, and his young voice had an abnormal seriousness to it, filled with understanding.

Sofia's eyes brimmed again with tears. "Oh, my dear boy! I thought we had lost you! The healer said it was a miracle that you survived."

Mark frowned. "Survived? What happened to me?"

His mother's face darkened. She hesitated as if she were trying to decide whether or not to tell him. However, just before she could speak, there was an opening of the door once again, and a tall man wearing a full suit of chainmail and a dark blue tunic strode in. His strong jaw appeared to be set with tension but softened when his piercing gray eyes fell on Mark.

"Mark!" the man exclaimed. It was Lucas Firesword, his father. He moved towards the bed quickly, kneeling beside it. "You're awake… Thank the gods."

Mark felt a rush of warmth at seeing the face he grew up with, but much confusion remained. "Father… What happened to me?"

Lucas exchanged a glance with Sofia before sighing deeply. "You were attacked, Mark. The village was raided by bandits. They set fire to the barns, stole from the stores, and... they hurt you. We found you unconscious near the well. We feared the worst."

Mark's heart pounded. His fingers curled into the blanket that was covering him. Memories suddenly flashed before his eyes—screams, fire, and a shadowy figure looming over him before exploding into blackness. He gulped.

"Who were they? Why did they attack?"

Lucas's expression turned taut. "We do not know yet. But Baron Zephyrus is already setting plans for vengeance. He won't let this go unpunished."

Sofia placed a comforting hand on Mark's arm. "You need to rest, my love. You're safe now, and that's all that matters."

But Mark could barely hear her. He clenched his fists. Something had changed.

This was not the same boy he had been before the attack. Never again will he be the same.