[7 Years Ago]
Dark. Quiet. Only the soft, rhythmic dripping of water echoing off cold stone walls. Suddenly,
GASP!
Leo jolted upright on the makeshift wooden bed, eyes wide, sweat plastered across his forehead. His chest heaved, lungs sucking in the cold air like it might disappear any second. He clutched his chest, hands trembling as they ran over his shirt, the part where the Dark Mages' blade had pierced him.
The fabric was torn, bloodstained, but…No scar. No wound. No pain. Just smooth, unblemished skin. Leo's eyes widened. He looked down at his hands, then around the dim cave, walls jagged with age, lit only by the flicker of a dying fire and a gentle shaft of daylight seeping through a high crack in the stone wall.
"What the hell…?"