" I don't know If I was ready or not.... but if my destiny granted me this opportunity.... then I will be the protector that protects all!"
The whole academy was burning and only Show was standing against the evil
The Final battle is getting stated that will soon decide that if the history of Arcania will be reshaped or it will rewrite it again !!"
... " HAHAHA!!!... soo..!! Fire Boi!!! Are you seriously going to stand against the all mighty !!!"
Show: " I will !!! And it is the time to Go Beyond My Fate !!!"
The battle will be written in golden words on the history if Arcania !!
.... But wait !!! How is it started!??
[ approx one year ago ]
> "Legends say the world was born from flame and light.
But what if the flame was never meant to be tamed?"
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The sky burned crimson over the kingdom of Arcania, as if the heavens themselves remembered a tragedy that the world had long forgotten.
Beneath that dying sun, a boy sat on the roof of an old orphanage — silent, distant, and utterly lost in thought.
His name was Show.
He wasn't special. Not by birth, not by blood. Just another nameless child abandoned at the doorsteps of fate.
Yet whenever he stared into the setting sun, he could feel something — a warmth deep within his chest, like an ember that refused to die.
The others at the orphanage called it a curse.
The caretakers whispered that strange things happened when Show was around.
Candles burned without oil. Lanterns flickered in his sleep.
And once… when he had a nightmare, the entire corridor caught fire.
No one was hurt.
But since that day, the children stopped sitting beside him.
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That evening, the bell of the orphanage tolled, echoing across the small district.
Dinner time.
The air was thick with the scent of stew and burnt bread — simple, but warm. Show climbed down carefully, brushing the ash from his sleeves, and joined the line of children waiting at the table.
> "You're late again," said Father Elric, the old caretaker with kind eyes and tired wrinkles.
"Sorry, Father," Show replied softly.
Elric smiled faintly. "Still staring at the sunset, aren't you? You'll catch cold one day, boy."
Show nodded, but his eyes wandered to the flickering candle on the table. The flame bent slightly toward him, as though greeting an old friend.
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Later that night, as everyone slept, Show stood by the window of his small dorm room. The moon was bright, but the wind howled unnaturally.
Somewhere far away, thunder cracked — no storm, just a roar in the distance.
He felt it again.
That same warmth crawling beneath his skin, restless, wild.
His hand trembled as he held it up… and faint sparks of flame danced at his fingertips.
> "Why… does it always come back?" he whispered.
The flame pulsed — alive, like it understood him.
And for a brief moment, his reflection in the glass changed.
He saw not himself… but a shadowed figure cloaked in fire, eyes glowing with ancient power.
The vision vanished as quickly as it came, leaving behind only silence.
But in that silence, a voice echoed faintly in his mind:
> "The seal is breaking, child of flame… and the world will burn once more."
Show gasped — the flame in his hand burst, lighting up the room — and then darkness consumed everything.
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Will the fate shines again ?
What lays behind Show's fire ?
Will it be a hope that burns like a God's Sign of truth and justice ? Or it will burn everything like a Devil's wrath ?
But deep inside... something ancient is coming !!
( outro )
🌀 In the ancient land of Arcania, where forgotten legacies slumber beneath the ashes, one boy's fire will awaken a history the gods tried to erase.
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To be continued