Prologue
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Hurt.
It was what Judal felt.
He saw it. He saw how his biological family was killed, by those people who supposedly raised him. People who made him into what he was today.
A killing machine... Someone who loves the sight of blood and war.
But was it really right?
He was a magi. Someone who was supposed to guide the people they chose as their kings, not someone who takes other people's lives.
He couldn't help but think... What if he wasn't kidnapped by Al-Thamen? Would he be a better person? Would he be a good magi? Would he be... would he be... happy?
So many 'what ifs' whirled in Judal's mind, but he chose not to dwell on them.
The past would never change.
What he should focus on is what he would do from today onwards. His future is for him to mold, after all. Not Al-Thamen's. Not anyone's, but his.
And right now, he doesn't care about anything but finding out who he really is. Which parts of him are really him, and which parts of him are only planted by Al-Thamen?
He would figure it out. He would pick up fragments of his life and become someone who is his own person. He wouldn't bend to another's will anymore.
From now on, no one will tell him what he can and can't do.
He will change for the better.
Destiny? Fate? Curse those things.
He was going to crush them with his own hands by deciding his 'destiny' on his own.