>> Chapter 01: In a New World.
Somewhere in a frozen forest, the world was a white and silent desert. Tall trees rose like shadows covered in ice, reflecting the weak morning light. Snow fell in heavy flakes, muffling any sound. The wind cut through the air like cold blades, making everything seem dead and distant.
In the middle of this frozen immensity, a man lay on the snow. His strong body, with a youthful appearance, was half-buried. Long white hair spread around his head, while his pale skin contrasted with the surrounding white. He was completely naked, trembling, as if the cold itself wanted to rip his life away.
Suddenly, his eyes opened. Golden irises shone for an instant, reflecting the light of the snow. He blinked, confused, trying to understand where he was.
"What...? Where am I?" He murmured, with a hoarse and trembling voice.
He rose with effort. His legs sank into the snow, and his body seemed heavy and different from normal. He then looked at his own hands, large, strong, calloused, and felt a shiver that didn't come just from the cold.
"I... died?" He said softly, recalling the moment when a truck hit him. "So... I was reborn in a new body?"
Without answers, he looked around, the wind beating hard against his exposed skin.
"I really was reborn? Where am I? Am I still on Earth? Damn this cursed cold..." He murmured, trying to concentrate while his mind filled with infinite questions without answers.
Breathing deeply, he looked around again.
"I need to find shelter... or clothes. If not, I'll die again." He said urgently, trying to ignore the growing panic.
It was then that something strange happened. A shiver ran down his neck, different from the cold. It was a new sensation, as if his mind had expanded. He could feel the space around him: every stone, every branch, and he even felt like he could 'see' the cold wind.
"What is this... Don't tell me it's...?" he whispered, looking around.
To confirm his suspicions, he raised his hand toward a small branch in front of him. For an instant, nothing happened. But then the branch trembled slightly, rose from the ground, and in a quick movement, was pulled at enormous speed, coming straight to his hand.
He stood still, surprised, his heart racing.
"This... Damn, I definitely am not on Earth anymore." He murmured incredulously, feeling the weight of the branch in his palm and at the same time a crazy idea coming to his mind.
He then closed his eyes and breathed deeply, trying to concentrate on the strange sensation inside his mind. That same energy that had pulled the branch... it was still there. He could feel it, vibrating inside him.
"Come on... if I can pull things, maybe I can push too."
He extended his hands to the sides, his fingers trembling. For a moment, nothing happened. Just the wind and the cold. But then, something changed. The air around him seemed to compress, and the snow falling on him was pushed away by an invisible force.
As if an invisible dome was around him.
A light sound echoed, like the cracking of breaking ice. The wind that before cut his body was pushed far away, and for an instant, he felt warmth.
"Ha... this... It really worked."
He said, opening his eyes, surprised to see the snow melting slightly around his feet. The air seemed to vibrate, rippling around him like a thin invisible barrier.
He breathed deeply again, testing the control. With each thought, the energy responded, pushing the cold, pushing away the wind, as if the world obeyed his will.
A slight smile appeared on his lips.
"So that's it... That's what it's like to have powers, huh?"
But soon his smile disappeared. The effort began to weigh, and a slight dizziness took over his head. The barrier wavered, and the cold began to approach again.
"No... not yet. I need... to understand better."
Staggering, he breathed deeply and concentrated the little strength that remained. The invisible shield returned, weaker, but sufficient to protect him for a good while.
"This strange sensation... as if I were getting tired." He brought his hand to his chest, feeling his heart beating fast. "If this world has powers, then it's likely that there exists some type of energy necessary to use them. Maybe that's it... this energy that I feel inside me, being drained little by little."
The wind blew stronger, and the cold seemed to mock his words.
"Damn... I have to find a way to shelter myself before this energy runs out."
He then began to walk, with difficulty because of the thick snow. Each step was a challenge, and the fatigue only grew. After a few minutes, he found a small opening between two rocks covered in snow—a narrow crevice, but sufficient to serve as temporary shelter.
"This will do..." He murmured, entering with difficulty. The space was tight, but it blocked the worst of the wind.
The cold still cut his skin, and he knew he needed fire. Looking around, seeing some dry branches fallen near the entrance. Then with a movement of his hand, he attracted them to himself.
"Fire... how am I going to do this?"
He thought for a moment, looking at the branches piled in front of him. Then an idea arose. If he could move things... maybe he could agitate them enough to generate heat.
Quickly then he concentrated his mind on the branches. Feeling the energy spread again, vibrating around him.
"Come on... Just a little friction."
With a small gesture, he began to move the branches against each other. Slowly at first, then faster and faster. The dry sound of wood scraping several times against each other echoed in the crevice.
The effort was enormous. Sweat ran down his forehead, mixing with the cold. His breathing became heavy, and the energy inside him seemed to burn.
"Come on... just a little more..."
Suddenly, a thin line of smoke rose between the branches. He opened his eyes, surprised. He continued, keeping the movement until a small spark appeared—then another. And then, finally, a weak orange glow broke through the darkness.
A flame.
He recoiled slightly, watching it grow. And he took more pieces of wood and brought them close carefully, using them to feed the fire with care.
Soon, the small shelter was filled with a warm and soft light. The cold began to recede, and he felt his muscles relax.
He smiled, exhausted, falling seated on the ground while he began to think again.
"Alright... I already have fire and shelter." He said softly, watching the flames dance before his eyes. "Now I need to think about food... and water."
His stomach rumbled loudly, as if wanting to confirm his words. He let out a heavy sigh. The warmth of the fire helped, but his body still trembled. His naked skin burned in some spots because of the cold and the snow that melted slowly.
"I can't go out walking like this... if this cold continues, I won't last long."
He looked out of the crevice, where the wind still blew strong. The snow covered everything, except the tops of the tallest trees. Observing carefully, he noticed something: even in the intense cold, some trees still had dry leaves stuck on the branches.
"Leaves..." he murmured, narrowing his eyes. "Maybe I can use that."
The idea was simple, but it seemed possible. If he could move branches and push away the wind, why couldn't he pull leaves?
Closing his eyes and extending his hands, he concentrated on the trees around, feeling again that invisible field expand. Little by little, he began to perceive each leaf swaying up high—hundreds, maybe thousands—as if he could touch them with his mind.
"Let's see if I can do this..."
With a small movement of his hand, the leaves began to detach, one by one. First slowly, then in greater quantity. They descended from above, spinning in the air, being pulled toward the shelter.
When they got close, he guided the movement, making them spin around him like a gentle whirlwind. The leaves hit against his skin, and he pressed them with his mind, fixing them to each other, forming an improvised layer.
In a few minutes, what before was a pile of leaves transformed into something resembling rustic clothing—a kind of thick mantle that covered his chest and shoulders, descending to his legs.
He looked at the result and couldn't help but smile.
"It's not pretty, but at least it's warm."
Approaching the fire, he felt the warmth mix with the light touch of the dry leaves. The cold no longer bit him so hard, and now he finally managed to relax.
"Alright... shelter, fire, and improvised clothing. Next step... water and food."
He extended his hand, taking some snow near the entrance and letting it melt over the flames.
"Water won't be a problem. But food..."
His stomach rumbled again, and he sighed.
"I should look for something to eat before nightfall."
He looked outside, seeing the daylight still strong. And the frozen forest seemed too calm, and the sound of the wind was the only sign of life. Then seeing that it was still early, he began to think about something.
"Hunting... but with what? I don't have weapons."
His eyes scanned the ground until stopping on a medium stone, rounded, partially covered in snow. He approached, extended his hand, and lifted it with his mind, feeling its weight float in the air.
"Maybe... I can turn this into one."
He stepped back a little, firming his feet on the ground. He breathed deeply and began to concentrate his energy around the stone. Little by little, he made it vibrate in the air, accelerating the movement, feeling the pressure grow.
"Let's see what I can do with this."
He extended his hand, focusing his gaze on the small stone before him.
The air seemed to compress for an instant.
Then, in an invisible snap, the stone shot out.
The sound cut through the air like a muffled thunder, followed by a dry impact. The stone crossed the space in the blink of an eye and hit the trunk of a distant tree.
Splinters of wood and snow flew everywhere, and a deep crack opened at the point of impact.
The echo reverberated through the silent forest.
He lowered his hand slowly, a slight smile forming on his lips.
"Yeah... this definitely works as a weapon."
Approaching the tree, he observed the impact. The trunk was splintered, and the stone had shattered into smaller pieces.
"Control and strength. I just need to balance the two."
He returned to sit for a moment, looking at his hands. The fatigue began to show signs again, but the excitement kept him awake.
"Telekinesis... it's like in the comics, isn't it? Moving objects, creating barriers... and maybe..." He paused, frowning.
"Fly."
The idea sounded absurd, but it made sense. If he could push the air and move heavy things, why not himself?
He stood up, breathing deeply. The snow crunched under his feet as he looked at the ground.
"Alright... Let's go slow."
Concentrating as much as possible, he tried to feel his own body. The energy was still there, vibrating inside him like a hot flow. Little by little, he began to direct it downward, trying to push himself upward.
Nothing happened at first. He tried again, more concentrated. A slight tremor ran through the air around, and for an instant, the pressure under his feet seemed to change.
He opened his eyes, surprised—his feet had moved a few centimeters away from the ground.
"Ha..." A small laugh escaped. "It's working..."
But the sensation lasted little. The focus broke, and he fell back into the snow, with a light thud.
"Ok... definitely not as simple as it seems in the movies."
Even so, he laughed excitedly about it.
"It's not that hard..." He murmured with a gleam in his eyes. "If I keep training, I can do much more than this."
Several hours later — late afternoon
The sun began to hide behind the distant mountains, painting the sky in orange and lilac tones. The frozen forest shone with the reflection of the dying light on the ice. And there, floating about thirty meters from the ground, the man observed everything from above.
The cold wind hit his face, but it no longer bothered him as much. He floated stably, moving slowly, with control and lightness. The sensation of freedom was indescribable.
"So this is it... I'm really flying." He said to himself, looking at the world below.
With each hour of training, the control became firmer. He learned that, keeping his mind calm and thoughts stable, the energy flowed almost naturally—light, constant, as if the air itself sustained him.
Now, flying at low speed seemed almost as simple as breathing.
Decided that he was ready to put his new power to the test, he tilted his body forward and let himself be carried by the wind. Now, it wasn't just training—it was time to hunt. The cold air cut his face as he gained speed, and the forest extended below like an immense white carpet, silent and vast. The frozen treetops passed under him, reflecting the evening light like ice mirrors.
Time passed. Maybe an hour, maybe two. Until he finally found something that caught his attention.
Among the trees, near a small snow-covered clearing, something caught his attention. His telekinetic sense captured a slight movement—subtle, but distinct. Instinctively, he reduced speed and stopped in the air, floating silently.
Down there, a few meters away, a white rabbit jumped over the soft snow, sniffing the ground in search of food, completely unaware of the presence observing it from above.
"Perfect."
He extended his hand. Around, a sharp stone began to float, spinning slowly in the air before him.
The man fixed his gaze on the small rabbit ahead, concentrating all his attention on the animal's head—as if his mind were the sight itself.
The rabbit stopped, its ears rising. It seemed to sense the danger.
"Sorry, little friend... but I need to survive."
He released the air slowly.
Shh!
The stone departed in a dry snap, cutting the air with absurd speed. In an instant, it hit the target with deadly precision.
The rabbit's body tumbled onto the snow, motionless.
The silence returned—heavy, almost respectful.
He stayed still in the air for a few seconds, observing the small fallen body. He felt his heart beat stronger, a strange mix of satisfaction and discomfort running through his chest.
"I... really hit it," he murmured.
He descended slowly to the ground, the snow crunching under his feet when he landed. The stone had pierced the animal cleanly, without suffering. He knelt, staring at the motionless body in silence.
"I needed this," he said softly, almost as if trying to convince himself. "It's not like I had a choice."
He sighed and picked up the rabbit carefully, holding it in his arms.
"If this world is what I think it is... I'll have to get used to this kind of thing quickly."
The wind blew between the trees, lifting a whirlwind of fine snow. The sun was already hiding behind the mountains, tinting the sky in orange and gray tones.
He raised his gaze to the horizon, floating a few centimeters above the ground.
"Now... time to return before it gets dark."
With a gentle impulse, he rose into the air and disappeared among the cold clouds, leaving only the distant echo of the wind and the trail of swirling snow in his place.
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