Chapter 1: An Awakening of a Cyrus
Everything in this world is connected by what we call magicules. They're tiny particles that flow through the air, the earth, even our bodies—like invisible dust, always moving, always present. They carry energy, and that energy is what we call mana. Now, mana doesn't just appear on its own—it's shaped by us. Our emotions stir it into motion; joy, anger, fear, and hope all give it different colors and strengths. When a mage wants to cast a spell, they use magic circles to draw those drifting magicules together and force them into a pattern, like water being guided through carved channels. And then there are spirits, beings born from the same flow of magicules, but with their own will—some gentle, some dangerous. Most people can't see any of this. But I can. I see the emotions burning inside people, and I see the magicules that swirl endlessly around us, like a hidden ocean.
I always hear that spirit are forms that support elves, but they always walk around, they were not in a forest but human land. Are they spies from elves to the human land.
When I was about 5 years old I started hearing a voice saying.
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I thought I was hallucinating, at schools, shops, everywhere. Even my family though I was crazy and that's when they abandoned me.
And there's a secret I've been hiding for five years that no one knows about.
I'm a reincarnator I don't know how, don't ask me... It just happened.
Back on Earth, I was just an ordinary office worker. Wake up, cram into the train, sit at my desk, drown in paperwork, go home, repeat. My life was plain, predictable, and honestly, a little empty. I wasn't a genius, not some hidden prodigy—just a tired guy trying to make it through the days.
One night, after staying late at work, I was walking home half-asleep. I remember the rain, the neon lights reflecting on the street… and then the blinding flash of headlights. Pain, a sharp shock, then silence. That should've been the end of me.
Then when I opened my eyes, my body was small, feeling hands below me, I started to look around and saw people smiling towards me. I quickly checked my body, it was small, even my feet and legs. My memories we're still intact. Was I reborn, unfortunately yes. Years had gone by and I was used to the life I had, then...
A voice started to speak in my head, I thought I was hallucinating but I wasn't, I didn't know that the voice I had would change my life.
My family though I was crazy and they abandoned me, leaving me on the orphanage. As years passed by I became 16 years old working in a part time job, an ice cream shop.
Sigh
"When will I ever find a better job"
"Part time jobs can make your dreams successfull once you have enough money". A girl standing behind me while making an ice cream. Her hair was pink wearing a uniform made by the shop manager.
"Easy for you to say", I frowned. Hey Emily what will you be when you grow up.
"Anything as long as we get to be together"
Emily, she's my girlfriend sometimes when I see her I think about the lives we will cherish together, but...
I was walking towards a dark alley holding a bag of food, heading to the orphanage, light turning off and on. As I was heading inside the one light suddenly turned on to were two people were standing.
My bag dropped down, and I was shocked.
My girlfriend Emily was kissing another guy, holding his shoulders, while the male holded her tightly.
Tears coming out. They weren't leaving each other's alone. I just hope they didn't see me because I would be embarrassed and heartbroken.
Drip drip
hearing the sound they looked at the direction I was standing at, to only find no one. Running with my best speed, heartbroken, and wishing all of this to pass by quickly.
The next day came. Emily didn't come to work. It was the first time she became absente on work.
Emily's family is a rich family, so I was shocked when she worked in an ice cream shop. And said the words I like for my life.
Everywhere you go, I go.
Now, those words felt like a sharp objects piecing my temple.
I made a promise to myself that I would not date anyone, love is a curse.
I hate it
A year passed by and I was 17, now everywhere I go I felt weak. My body didn't want to wake up when I sleep, only to wake up after 26 hours, even my manager changed my schedule.
Sigh. "How tiring". Walking slow and tired, seeing a bench close to me, I felt relieved. I sat down eyes dark from all those tiring years black marks under my eyes, I was sleepy.
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"Huh, uwaa"
Thud
T–That voice, it spoke again. Who are you!
"Unable to answer". The voice became softer as it spoke.
"What"
"The question your asking cannot be answered". The voice spoke in my mind as if it was an AI, but a girl's version.
I became silent for second, 10 - 25 seconds
"Okay, the what are you". I'm sure that I'm not hallucinating by the way you answered me, It was the fourth time hearing your voice"
"Correct, I'm a complete Cyrus binded to you soul since birth." The voice became calmer and calmer.
I started a sking questions like why are you here and why are speaking to me after all these years, and it answered me firmly.
After two hour of questioning, I became tired leaning on the bench while sweating.
"You are under a complete Motolipas syndrome"
"W–What"
Shit I'm fucked.