Awakening of the Mind Sovereign-Chapter 40: A New Dawn ()

Chapter 1 – A New Dawn

Darkness.

It was not the kind of darkness that brought fear, nor the kind that swallowed the mind in confusion. It was warm, like an eternal embrace, a silent void that carried a sense of peace.

But then there was movement.

A distant sensation. Faint, like a ripple through still waters.

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Then came sound. Muffled at first, distant voices calling from somewhere beyond the void. The voices were unfamiliar, yet they carried a weight, an urgency that tugged at him.

Then light.

It started as a small crack, piercing through the darkness, growing brighter and brighter until—

A rush of sensations flooded his mind. Cold air. The sharp scent of something unfamiliar. His small body trembled as his lungs, desperate and instinctual, filled with air for the first time.

And then—he cried.

It was not just the cry of a newborn. It was the cry of a soul that had traveled through the abyss and returned.

A new life had begun.

Awakening in a New World

The first few moments were a haze. His vision was blurred, his limbs weak. He could barely lift his fingers, and yet—his mind was clear.

Who am I?

The thought surfaced like a whisper, threading through the chaos of his awakening. He could not remember everything, but he knew one thing with certainty: he was not meant to be an ordinary child.

Sounds surrounded him—murmurs, voices filled with emotion. His blurred vision caught glimpses of figures moving around him. A woman's voice, warm and trembling with relief. A man's voice, steadier but filled with something unspoken.

"He's beautiful," the woman whispered, her voice carrying both exhaustion and love.

"He is strong," the man replied, his tone firm yet gentle.

Their voices—his parents.

He felt himself being cradled, the warmth of his mother's body pressing against his small frame. There was comfort in that warmth, a feeling of safety he had not known in a long time—if ever.

But beneath that comfort, something stirred within him. Something ancient. Something powerful.

A Family of Strength and Struggle

Days passed in a blur of sensations. His small body was weak, incapable of movement beyond instinctive reactions. But his mind—his mind was alive. He listened. He observed.

The world he had been born into was not ordinary. It was a world ruled by strength, where warriors carved their fate with their blades, where mystics wove power through the air itself. It was a world of cultivation, where the strong soared to heights unimaginable, and the weak were left to struggle in the dirt.

His father, Reylan, was a warrior—a swordsman whose blade had seen countless battles. His mother, Elaine, was a healer, one who could mend wounds with spiritual energy. Together, they were formidable, but in this world, they were far from the top.

They lived in a modest household—neither wealthy nor destitute, neither rulers nor peasants. A family that stood in the middle of a world that only cared for those at the extremes.

And in such a world, there was no room for mediocrity.

Elliot understood this with an eerie clarity, despite his infant body. He could not afford to be weak. He could not afford to be ordinary.

The First Signs of Power

The days turned to months. Though he could not speak, though his body remained feeble, his mind continued to sharpen. He absorbed knowledge, listening to the conversations around him, feeling the energy that moved through the air like an invisible current.

But something was off.

One night, as he lay in his crib, staring at the ceiling, he felt it—a presence within himself.

A pulse. A whisper of power lingering beneath his skin.

It was not like the cultivation energy he had heard his father speak of. It was different. Stranger.

He could not move freely, could not test it, but the sensation was undeniable. Something lay dormant within him.

And so, in the quiet of the night, a single thought formed in his mind:

What am I?

The Revelation

Time passed. His body grew stronger. By the time he reached his third year, he could finally begin to explore the abilities he had sensed within himself.

And then—he discovered the truth.

One day, while playing alone in the courtyard of their home, he sat on the ground, a simple wooden stick in his hands. He traced the dirt absentmindedly, watching as the patterns formed beneath his fingers.

Then—it happened.

A whisper of power stirred. His thoughts became words. His intent took form.

Before he realized it, something appeared before him.

A scroll.

A parchment that had not existed moments before, resting in his small hands. His heart pounded in his chest as he unrolled it with trembling fingers.

Words were etched upon it—words he had not written with his hands, but with his mind.

It was an ability. A technique. Something born purely from his thoughts, now inscribed onto the scroll before him.

But as he stared at it, realization struck him.

He could not activate it.

Not yet.

His hands gripped the parchment tighter as the truth sank in. The ability existed, but it was bound to the written words.

To use it, he had to read it.

To create stronger skills, he had to grow stronger himself.

The implications of this power were endless.

With a single thought, he could create techniques no one had ever seen before. But to wield them, he had to cultivate—had to grow beyond what he was now.

And in this world, where the strong reigned and the weak perished...

This power would either be his greatest weapon—or his undoing.

As he looked at the scroll in his hands, a slow smile spread across his young face.

"Interesting."

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