Fuhad Darts awoke in the quiet dawn light of the Republic of Reisa, the sprawling trading metropolis of the Sybium continent stretching endlessly beyond his small window the gothic yet serene Victorian era aesthetic left him confused as he was sure he died and was from a modern era where cars, cellphones and airplanes exist but these things ceased to exist it seems or so he thought. As this overload of fragmented information from his past life and endless questions about this one he starts to cry profusely as the tears gush down his ebony skin. The newborn now being coddled by the warm embrace of its parents the tears cease.
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It was August 1st, Year 55 A.N Of the sixth epoch better known as the industrial revolution, exactly fifty-five years after the death of Noselle Henry, whose legacy hung in every corner of this city—the uncrowned emperor whose strength and kindness had forged this sanctuary of peace and power and whose very death is honored by the very dates used in day to day living as he ushered in a new age of humanity itself , a baby boy was born formerly known as Fuhad Darts in his previous life was given the name " Silas August Hughs" with his name meaning to be prayed for as his parents were infertile yet he a miracle was born a healthy boy just as they prayed for.
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But Silas's mind was not on the calm present. In a flash, memories burned bright—though fragmented, they pierced reality with eerie clarity. He was once Fuhad. On June 19th, 2024, at thirty-five years old, Fuhad had uncovered the whereabouts of the earth's most notorious criminal, known only as E.N.D., a shadow that moved with equal mastery in cyber and physical crime. The moment he passed on this information, agents of the FBI betrayed him—his life snuffed out like a candle.
Yet death was not the end. In this world, shaped by Noselle's vision and miracles, Fuhad had been reborn—this time as Silas August Hughs—the son of a black couple, freed generations ago from the chains of slavery by Noselle Henry's exploits. Silas carried a burden no one else bore, a secret encoded beneath his very skin.
The Republic of Reisa was unlike any other nation. Here, armies did not conquer by force—they governed through strategy and the unyielding power of commerce. Noselle Henry's greatest army had the power to eradicate entire nations overnight, yet instead of domination, he chose peace and prosperity. His people's republic was a testament to that choice; a harmonious trade hub where power was not wielded in violence, but in influence and respect.
The city reminiscent of old Victorian London was a bustling city and with very happy people; this environment was very ideal to raise a child he thought as he thought of plans is head barely even hours old on how to live a quiet mundane life this time not trying to make the world a better place or some novel ideal like last time as his newly born infantile body drifts asleep.