Chapter 0 - Born In A White Dream

Feathers...

Feathers descending from the sky...

Feathers trapped in bubbles, drifting down from the sky...

Enveloped in a white aura, feathers trapped in bubbles, falling gently from the sky...

The scene that unfolds before the boy's eyes is just that...

This scene is the first to greet a young boy who appears to be around eleven or twelve years old. Despite his appearance, he has just truly been born, having just opened his eyes and obtained his own will and consciousness.

Everything in front of him is white...

The feathers that emit a halo, floating in bubbles, are even whiter...

This is a world with nothing...

What exists is only a piece of white that is sharp enough to hurt the eyes, and those pieces of white feathers that float under the bubbles, going back and forth in this white world...

Looking at such an incredible scene, the young boy seemed to be lost, letting his black and refined short hair flutter in the wind, with a pair of deep dark eyes like stars, looking at the feathers falling from the sky, feeling as if he was in the amniotic fluid, in his mother's arms, with an unusual warmth and peace in his heart.

However, this feeling did not last long. The next moment, another scene presented in front of the young boy made his heart suddenly tremble.

Still floating in the bubbles…

However, this time, the feathers that fell from the sky had lost their brilliant white halo and appeared deliberately broken, transforming into dim pieces of shattered feathers.

As the boy observed these fractured feathers, which had lost their brilliance and were slowly descending from the sky of this white world, he experienced a mix of complex emotions.

Loss?...

Anger?...

Sadness?...

Reluctance?...

Perhaps there are all kinds of emotions. But the most emerging emotion, there is only one - heartache. Following the various emotions in his heart, the boy almost instantly had a vague feeling.

It seems his birth was intended to allow these shattered, dim feathers to return to their original form, glowing with a sacred halo in this white world. This is why he felt heartache when he saw it.

Unconsciously, the boy flew towards the sky, reaching for the shattered feather. As he came face to face with the source of his emotional turmoil, he extended his hand to touch it.

"The white dream"... is here... interrupted...

……

"------!"

Just like waking up from a nightmare, the young boy suddenly opened his eyes and sat up as if a tightly wound spring had been suddenly let go.

"Huff... Huff..."

Breathing a little hurriedly, the boy held his head with one hand, his deep black pupils flickering unsteadily. Inside them was a daze still immersed in the "white dream" just now, but more of it was confusion.

With a lost and melancholy expression, the boy who looked about eleven or twelve years old raised his head. With his eyes filled with confusion, he cast his gaze forward, looking around him.

This was a forest he didn't recognize.

What the boy could see was only the trees of various sizes that filled his vision and a piece of ground scattered with fallen leaves.

At this time, the green or yellow fallen leaves were still falling continuously from those trees. Some continued to scatter on the ground, while others were blown towards the direction of the boy who was wrapped in a piece of cloth, sitting on the ground with a blank face. It made the boy feel as if he saw again those feathers falling from the sky, almost immersing himself in that "white dream" once again.

However, compared with the dream, reality is undoubtedly more cruel.

Unlike the beautiful and incredible "white dream", this ordinary-feeling forest made the boy's newborn-like brain thunder and blank when he cast his eyes around the nearby bushes.

"Roar..."

After the repression, the low roar echoes one after another in the clearing full of fallen leaves.

"Shasha..."

As if rubbing something, the deliberately slowed footsteps also started to sound.

Before long, huge shadows emerged from the grass around the clearing where the boy was, and then slowly appeared in the boy's field of vision.

They were terrifying creatures, each over two meters tall, on all fours, with green light flashing in their eyes, and a face full of ferocity.

If the boy had the common sense of a normal person, he would definitely know that these terrifying creatures, over two meters tall, were exceptionally developed wolves.

"Roar…"

With a suppressed growl in their throats, the terrifying black wolves emerged from the forest, their eyes a horrific green, fixating on the boy sitting in the open field, slowly encircling him.

"…!" Sitting on the ground, the boy, clad only in a piece of cloth, had his pupils dilating uncontrollably, his head buzzing, his heart beating rapidly, and all the muscles in his body were tensing up instantly, even his throat felt a burning sensation.

Even if he didn't know what these creatures were, the boy sensed danger from the violent and wicked eyes of the other party.

The buzzing head is telling the boy - run!

The rapidly beating heart is telling the boy - run!

The dry throat is also telling the boy - run!

Even, it seems that voices from all directions that only the boy can hear, are constantly shouting at the boy - run!

Run! Run! Run!

Even if the boy clearly knows that he must run, his limbs are stubbornly opposing to that idea. The thing called "strength" is gradually being lost as the terrifying creatures get closer and closer.

Although he looks about eleven or twelve years old, except for that "white dream", this scene is all the boy has in his memory.

In other words, the boy didn't know why he was here, why he was only wrapped in a cloth, and even if his real age was eleven or twelve, the years and memories he had lived in the past eleven or twelve years did not linger in his mind.

This is a boy truly like a newborn!

Unfortunately, in this moment of being like a newborn, the boy experienced the first emotion this world brought to him.

Its name is: Fear!

"ROAR!"

Finally, the slowly encroaching terrifying creatures seemed to think that the boy in front of them had given up on survival, no longer suppressing the thing in their hearts called "appetite". No longer suppressing their own roar that lingered deep in their throats, they all roared and jumped out like bullets out of the chamber, like arrows off the string, turning into black shadows, pouncing on the boy.

"…!"

At this moment, the fear in the young boy's heart also erupted.

His burning throat could not make a sound.

His weak limbs could not support his body.

The boy could only open his eyes, which were dilated, and his head, which was buzzing, froze at this moment. His heart was cold, looking at the increasingly close and expanding shadows in his field of vision, each with a ferocious breath, allowing the emotion called "fear" to rampage in his body.

Just before the young man was about to be buried in the wolf's mouth, the "fear" that was raging in his body suddenly brought up a different kind of warmth.

Buzz!

On the body of the boy, about to be covered by waves of ferocious shadows, a very dazzling light suddenly flashed. It was like a white sun, releasing a strong light without any temperature, covering every corner of the scene.

Then, the dazzling strong light transformed into a substantial impact, centered on the boy's body, and suddenly spread out.

Bang!

"Roar!"

With a muffled noise, the black wolves, which had previously been roaring menacingly and leaping at the boy, now howled in pain. Their massive bodies recoiled from the bright light faster than when they had pounced, either crashing to the ground or colliding with nearby trees. They whimpered as they fell, their fate unknown.

At this moment, the intense light gradually dissipated, revealing the boy with a face full of panic to the air.

Only at this moment did the boy's fear-frozen brain begin to function again. Looking at the huge terrifying creatures that fainted and lay all around him, his face was filled with both panic and confusion.

Clearly, with the boy's naive mind, he could not understand what had happened.

Of course, just because the boy couldn't understand, doesn't mean others couldn't.

"What a powerful magic power..."

This was the first complete sentence the boy heard after coming into this world, as far as his own memory is concerned.

However, this complete sentence, in the ears of the boy, was basically the same as the roaring of those giant black wolves, bringing him only panic and fear.

"Don't be afraid... child..."

Seeing the panic and fear on the boy's face, the owner of the voice slowed down his tone, making his voice full of peace and love, and then appeared in front of the boy in the moment when the voice fell.

The boy only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and a figure appeared in his sight.

It was an extremely old man, at least over seventy years old, but only the height of a child, draped in a gorgeous white windbreaker.

The petite old man shifted his wrinkled eyes to the young boy sitting on the ground, his face full of panic and confusion. He first took a look, then followed with a kind smile.

"Child, what is your name?"

Name? ...

Such an absolutely unfamiliar word drilled into the boy's ears, but the boy unbelievably understood it.

Therefore, the boy slowly revealed the only name that existed in the depths of his soul, just as unbelievably, from his memory, with a hoarse, immature and unnatural voice.

"Noah..."

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Author Note: ... The name of this character bothers me a lot…

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