The rain poured mercilessly, soaking the rusted wheelchair as it sat motionless on the cracked pavement. Aaron Voss stared blankly at the neon lights of the city, his fingers gripping the damp armrests as if they were the only things tethering him to reality.
A car sped past, splashing cold, filthy water onto his legs—legs that hadn't moved in years. He didn't flinch. What was the point? Life had already left him behind.
Once, he had dreams. A future. A purpose. But fate had ripped them from him in a single, merciless moment. The accident that took his ability to walk had also stolen his will to live. His so-called "friends" had moved on, his family pitied him, and the world had no place for a broken man.
He clenched his jaw as he reached into his pocket, pulling out an old coin. A relic he'd found at a pawn shop, etched with strange markings. The shopkeeper had said it was a charm of fate. "Make a wish, and flip it," the old man had told him with a knowing smile.
Aaron scoffed. Superstition. Nonsense. But what did he have to lose?
He held the coin between his fingers, staring at its intricate engravings. His lips barely moved as he whispered, "If there's a world where I can stand again… where I can be powerful… take me there."
He flipped the coin.
The moment it landed in his palm, the city vanished.
A force unlike anything he had ever felt yanked him downward, as if reality itself had opened beneath him. Darkness swallowed him whole, cold and absolute. His body twisted, weightless yet bound by an unseen force. His mind screamed, but no sound escaped.
Then, light.
Aaron crashed onto a solid surface, gasping for breath. The scent of earth and fresh air filled his lungs. He wasn't in the city anymore. He wasn't in his wheelchair anymore.
He was standing.
His heart pounded. Disbelief turned into exhilaration. His hands trembled as he reached down and felt the muscles in his legs—strong, firm, real. He took a step, then another. He wasn't dreaming. He was here.
A lush forest stretched around him, its emerald canopy alive with the sounds of birds and creatures unknown. In the distance, towering mountains pierced the heavens, and a massive castle loomed atop a floating island.
Aaron exhaled sharply. This was real.
Then, a voice echoed in his mind.
Welcome, Chosen One. You have been granted the title of "The Forgotten Sovereign." Your fate has been rewritten.
A rush of energy surged through him. Power unlike anything he had ever known coursed through his veins. Strength, speed, an overwhelming sense of control—it was as if the world itself bowed to his presence.
Aaron clenched his fist. The air around him trembled.
The crippled man who had once been discarded by society was no more.
In this world… he would rise.
He would rule.