Chapter 1: The God of War
"Wait for me." His own voice echoed in his head as he felt that his body was being pulled towards something. The force was strong and fast. And there he was, eyes opened, panting. He could feel his lungs being filled with air as he breathe. He could feel the bed against his back. He could hear the sound of the birds flying around somewhere near. For the first time after a long time, he know it's real. He's finally back.
How long have I been here? Mo Yuan thought as he try to sit. But he lost his balance and fell back to bed. His sudden movement made his head spin.
It took him a while to realize that the place was not Kunlun Mountain. "Where was I?" He muttered. His memory was hazy. He was not able to remember how he got here. It was certainly a cave. Could it be a fox cave? He wondered.
He struggled and tried to rise again and sit. Slowly, calculating his move, he sat up and scanned the place. It's a fox cave, he decided. He could feel the aura and the magical atmosphere of the place. But due to his weak powers, he can't determine which immortal essence he was sensing.
He steadied his breath and tried to concentrate. He tried to recall what happened prior to his slumber. And slowly, memories started to flood his mind. He saw the war, the tactical advances, the planned counterfeit. Tears ran down Mo Yuan's face as the memory of the war played inside his head. His heart ached remembering how tragic it was.
He had fought so many wars in the past. He was not called The God of War for nothing. He had won and survived many battles. He had planned and executed a lot of well-thought strategies. He had lost allies in the process of course. He wept silently and privately for them, his heart was broken, but he remained strong and he always put a mask of composure because he has a role to play responsibly. The God of War must not show any sign of weakness or even look downcast to give satisfaction to his enemies. He must remain brave and strong to uplift the spirit of his allies. Some even have mistaken him to be cold and uncaring but it was rather the contrary. He cared so much to fight until the end. Even if it meant, losing his soul in the process.
He was highly revered by all the lands, not only because of the battles he had won, but also because he was the only son of the Father god. His name was known in all corners of four seas and eight lands. They all know the story of his birth and his ascension to divinity. But little do they know how much time he spent to be in seclusion, training his mind and spirit, how hard he trained his body for every battle. They were amazed by his brilliant mind for every thorough and detailed battle strategies, but they did not know how many sleepless nights he had to come up with those. Yes, he was powerful but power alone can not save you from calamities. It took him years and years of diligent study and practice to be what he was. Of course, a lot people did not know that.
At a very young age, he was taught how to fight. As they say, great power comes great responsibility. And it was true in his life. He had sacrificed many things, even his own happiness. He was still a man, with dreams and desires of his own. But between his responsibilities and desires, he need to set aside the latter. It was not easy, but for so long, he had learn to deny himself.
"I'm back." He breathed.