Tragödie

Aleric died once already. Pushed off a rooftop by the same people who made his life a living hell. He thought that was the end. But then he woke up in Jusavia. He was in a new world, in a new infant body and a fresh chance to start all over again. He made himself one promise: never again would he be hopeless and weak. Never at the mercy of people who saw him as nothing. At fifteen, everyone in Jusavia awakens their Class. It's everything. Your power, your future, your entire worth as a person. Fire mages who burn through armies. Healers who pull people back from death itself. Aleric's Awakening Ceremony was supposed to change his life. It did. Just not the way anyone expected. While everyone else got their shiny new Class, fire this, sword that, holy whatever, Aleric got a blank screen and a room full of whispers. Classless. His father looked at him like he'd just dragged garbage into the house. His fiancée laughed in his face and tore up their engagement contract in front of the whole academy. The nobles who used to bow to his family name? They walked past him like he didn't exist. The academy sent a letter the same day. "We regret to inform you that your enrollment has been revoked." And so, they exiled him and shipped him off to the Frontier Training Grounds, a glorified dumping ground for failures and corpses. Aleric figured he'd die in the first dungeon. Just like he died on that rooftop. But this time, he wasn't going down without a fight. Then he killed his first monster, and something changed. Absorption activated: Skill acquired. He had gotten a skill that was going to change his life in ways he couldn't dare to fathom.

On the day their daughter died… Lyra chose to comfort another child. Brandon spent seven years loving a woman who slowly stopped loving him back. He endured the coldness, the humiliation, and the pain of watching another man and his son replace him and his daughter inside their own home. Still, he stayed. Because he believed that even if Lyra no longer loved him… she would always love Maggie. He was wrong. On Maggie’s sixth birthday, Lyra abandoned her sick daughter to celebrate another child instead. When Maggie collapsed in Brandon’s arms, Lyra still refused to believe the truth. “You used your own daughter to manipulate me!” she screamed in disgust. Meanwhile, Maggie’s tiny body trembled violently as her failing heart slowly gave up. “Lyra… please…” Brandon begged brokenly. “I’ll kneel if I have to. Just take us to the hospital…” But Lyra looked at her dying daughter with cold disappointment. “I’m ashamed of both of you.” Then she abandoned them on the side of the highway. As Brandon desperately carried his little girl toward the hospital, Maggie smiled weakly through her tears. “Daddy… don’t cry anymore. When I reach Heaven, I’ll ask God to send someone who will love you better than Mommy did.” Moments later, her tiny hand slipped away forever. That was the moment Brandon Hale died too. The gentle husband who forgave everything disappeared forever, replaced by a man driven only by grief, revenge, and the truth behind his wife’s betrayal. But when Lyra finally realizes the horrifying mistake she made… It’s already too late. “Brandon… I’m sorry…” she sobbed at his feet. “I never wanted Maggie to die…” Brandon stepped away from her trembling hands, his eyes empty and cold. “It’s too late.”