Lucas, who the hell is that? Wait, that's not important right now.
Looking at the room it is not a hospital that's for sure. So where am I?
I don't know. Did someone kidnap me? And they are asking for money from my parents which is terrible.
"Lucas hey you kid open the door" Who am I kidding kidnappers had already broken the door long ago had I not answered it.
And who is this Lucas? Look like I have to ask whoever the other side is.
I opened my mouth to answer but
"Guh… aha" a scream comes.
pain washed over my head as I started experiencing a massive migraine followed by a severe case of vertigo.
Pain…pain…excruciating pain that I had never felt before engulfed my entire being, it felt like I was going to lose consciousness.
I finally managed to say.
"What's Happening Lucas opens the door why are you screaming? Wait a minute I'm opening the door with a master key."
Before I lost consciousness door burst open and women ran toward me. I stumbled as I raised one hand on my head and another toward the woman.
She has long blond hair like gold, reaching her vest, she has green amber eyes with a beautiful face. But right now on the face only thing you see is worry.
Worry for who? I don't know.
She reached me and touched my head upside down. She still had a worried look as she asked me a question.
"Lucas my son, what happened why are you screaming like that?"
'What??? Me??? Her son???' When the hell did that happen?
At this whole 'son' thing I lost consciousness
"Hey Lucas are you listening to me?"
I could not answer it because I already lost consciousness.
As I slowly regained consciousness, my surroundings started to come into focus. The blinding pain in my head had subsided to a dull ache, and my vision cleared enough to reveal a room that was unfamiliar yet oddly comforting. It felt like I was in a cosy bedroom, adorned with soft colours and familiar trinkets. But how did I get here? More importantly, why did that woman refer to me as her son, Lucas?
Confusion and disbelief swirled in my mind as I attempted to make sense of the situation. I blinked a few times, trying to shake off the remnants of my previous migraine. My gaze shifted towards the woman who was now sitting on the edge of the bed, concern etched across her features.
"Lucas, are you feeling better now?" she asked gently, her voice a soothing balm to my disoriented senses.
I swallowed hard, my voice hoarse as I responded, "I... I think so. What... What happened?"
She smiled, her green amber eyes reflecting a mixture of relief and tenderness. "You had us quite worried, my dear. You were screaming and clutching your head in pain. I thought your headache might have come back."
I struggled to recall the sequence of events that led to this moment. It was all so jumbled as if my memories were playing tricks on me. I reached up to touch my head, my fingers brushing against the spot where the pain had radiated from. It felt real, too real to be a mere figment of my imagination.
"Mom," I began hesitantly, the word unfamiliar on my lips, "I don't... I don't understand. Why did you call me Lucas? And why did you say you're my mother?"
Her expression shifted, a mixture of surprise and concern crossing her face. She reached out and placed a gentle hand on my arm, her touch warm and reassuring. "Lucas, honey, are you feeling alright? You've been acting a bit strange lately. Is something bothering you?"
I opened my mouth to respond, to ask more questions, but the flood of memories that surged through me was overwhelming. Scenes, emotions, and thoughts that weren't mine... memories of a life that seemed foreign yet strangely familiar.
Images of a keyboard, a computer screen, and the joy of creating worlds with words played in my mind. I was an author, I realized, someone who had poured their heart and soul into a story. But the boundaries between fiction and reality were blurring, and I was left grappling with an unsettling truth.
I'm my novel, I don't know that I created this Lucas, this character doesn't even exist.
So that means I'm extra. The realization came like a bomb, it was like my whole world was lying.
'If this is novel then what about my old world and my parent'
And this person who claims to be my mother, how should I call her mother?
My mind wants to deny it but my heart wants to call her 'mom'. Look like aside from memory I also inherit 'Lucas' emotions.
Tears welled up in my eyes, but I held in as I looked at the woman who claimed to be my mother. "I... I'm sorry, I don't know what's happening to me. I... I think I had nightmares or something, it was a very strange dream but it was also very real. But... that can't be real, can it?"
She held my gaze with a mixture of compassion and understanding. "Lucas, sometimes the mind can play tricks on us. Dreams and memories can feel so vivid, even when they're not real. You're safe here, and I'll take care of you. We'll figure this out together."
Her words were a lifeline, grounding me in a world that felt both foreign and familiar. As I struggled to come to terms with the merging of two lives, the weight of uncertainty began to lift just a little. With her by my side, maybe I could unravel the mystery of this surreal existence and find my place in this new narrative.
"Now rest for a bit I'll be going to Guild now, I came here to check on you, oh ah before I go your sister is sleeping so don't be loud."
'Guild? Sister? Now I have a sister too.' Great.
"Mom, I know that it's weird but what is the name of this planet?"
"Lucas what are you talking about it's Etheria."
"I see well good luck with the guild."
Then she leaves me alone to think about lots of things. One is I reincarnated in my novel. Second What I'm going to do now? Third I need to know about myself and this family ( my family ), Memories are still coming but it's slowing down the process in maybe ten minutes I'll know about myself.
I know what novel I have reincarnated. It's "Blades of Destiny" it's your typical novel I was writing about before my death. Like how all races come to live here. It's a type of novel that would you find anywhere.
I stood up but suddenly I stumbled look like I still needed to be used to this change.
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Name: Lucas DarkHeart
[Swordsmanship lvl.2]
Advanced Strikes: At this level, practitioners are introduced to a wider variety of strikes and attacks. They learn techniques such as diagonal cuts, feints, and combination strikes. The emphasis is on executing these techniques with accuracy and speed, allowing for better control of engagements.
[Movement Art: Stellar Stride Grade 3]
The Stellar Stride is a graceful and agile movement technique that harnesses the energy of celestial bodies to enhance speed and agility. The practitioner channels their focus, allowing the power of the stars to flow through their body. With each step, they leave behind a trail of stardust, momentarily blurring their form as they move.
The first step involves a deep connection with the cosmos. The practitioner envisions the stars aligning to guide their path, tapping into the power of the constellations. As they take the second step, a surge of energy propels them forward, causing them to move faster than the eye can follow. The third step is a controlled burst of acceleration, enabling the practitioner to change direction at will or even leap great distances.
[Sword art: Celestial Parry:- Gread 3]
[ The Celestial Parry is a sword technique that mirrors the dance of the stars. It's a blend of fluid movements and precise strikes that not only defends but also counters with finesse. The practitioner envisions their sword as an extension of the starlight, a radiant and unyielding force.
The first step involves drawing upon the ethereal power of the stars. The practitioner's sword shimmers with a faint glow, as if reflecting distant constellations. In the second step, they move with almost otherworldly grace, sidestepping or deflecting attacks effortlessly. Their movements are reminiscent of celestial bodies in orbit, shifting and swirling.]
Before I had a doubt now I know for sure that I'm in "Blades of Destiny."
Now what? Oh, I know I'm going to sleep my body still felt heavy.
"Let's think about this after I wake up if it's not a dream that is."
With that done I slept.