Intro

Flames of destruction spread around the battlefield. Blood and guts from both men and beasts alike begin to form rivers and mountains. The eyes of men, who just moments ago were full of hope and determination, are now filled with regret and despair as they soon realize their mistake. They thought that with the help of the four heroes and the combined force of the three great kingdoms, Would they stood a chance against the "Befallen one."

The commander, bleeding from his severed arm, spoke to the knight carrying him to safety, "We were too naïve. We thought that we could finally take him down." He laughed. "The king said that the person who lands the killing blow on the befallen one would receive the highest honor of knighthood in all the three kingdoms. Fuck, we can't even lay a finger on him."

The knight, with blood coming out of his nose, responded, "Save your breath, commander; all is not yet lost." The knight took a deep breath and pushed forward. "We are nearing the camp. Please hold on for a bit more. For as long as we live another day, then there's hope."

Suddenly, both men stopped in their tracks as they sensed an overwhelming pressure slowly approaching them from above. Horses pulling carriages broke into a wild frenzy, hitting anyone and anything that stood in their path, while men, whose will was not strong enough to withstand the "things" overwhelming presence, grabbed the blade and pointed it at themselves. "Between death and facing the befallen one, it is always wise to choose the latter," one soldier whispered as he sliced off his neck.

Above them is a massive three-headed dragon covered in dark scales, each head spewing out fire, thunder, and acid respectfully. It's shadow eclipsing the battlefield, and on the top of this raging beast is a tall and intimidating figure. The thing has dark charcoal-like skin with red glowing veins, his head bald, white eyes, yellow teeth, and a wicked grin.

"The befallen one," the commander said as he looked at the dragon. "Do not speak of my name lightly," whispered to his ear as the figure from above suddenly appeared behind him. The commander pushed the knight away as he mustered up courage to confront him. With his left arm, he took out his blade and began to furiously charge at the him. The befallen one expertly dodges the commander flurry of attacks. "I commend you for the strength of your will, Sadly I cannot say the same for your skills" the befallen one said while raising his fist. Lightning struck his hand like the tallest point of a building. his hands now enveloped with blue energy "What you saw just now is me grabbing hold of thunder. And as I open my palm towards you that same thunder would be set free" The befallen one slowly open his palm towards the commander, ready to end his life until....


Everything went dark for the befallen one...

One in a million chance. That is presumably how low one's chances are in winning the lottery; that is also, presumably, the chances of one passing through the befallen one's defenses and landing a killing blow. In this case, therefore,... The horse has won the lottery. The befallen one's body violently turns and twists as it rolls over under the wheels of the carriage.

As the befallen's body twitched and his breaths were shallow, the horse out of fear started stamping on the befallen's body. His eye was widening with pain. The horse wailed and did not stop until the befallen one had "fallen." The lonely beast whose sole purpose was to merely pull supply carriages has now defeated the blight that haunted the world for decades. The man who became a demon that even demons feared is now on the ground, Defeated. by a horse.

The befallen ones body started to feel light, His consciousness slowly fading away. "Is this how I'll die? Being stomped to death by an animal? After all those years accumulating power..." the befallen one thought. However as he was losing consciousness, the horse stomped on his chest kick starting his heart and prolonging his agony. The horse with it's muscular legs, Stomped on the befallen ones neck making snapping sound at the befallen one screech with agony.

In times of death they said that your life flashes before your eyes but in the case of the befallen on there was nothing, Not even darkness. he lived decades past normal human lives. His seen countless of death, countless Empires rise and fall, and was in the forefront of the decisions that shaped the world they lived in yet none of which came to mind. There was nothing. Perhaps he died long before, which is why he could not muster the memories in his life as the befallen one.

until. A Flash!

A siluette of woman came to mind moments before the befallen one passes away.

"Who - Who are you?"

The Befallen one asked before he, finally died....

Or so it seems...

as his consciousness drifted in the void he was met with warmth. Wrapping around his soul, slowly pulling his towards a faint light...

that warmth slowly getting hotter and hotter as he is being pulled faster and faster towards the light. His soul now being propelled like a burning meteor as he gets closer and closer to the light until...

He opened his eyes.

he was greeted with the smile of an old woman and the smell of burning firewood used to cook rice. They spoke words he does not recognized, he lived for 200 years but their dialect and words are not at all remotely familiar. He raises his arm forming a fist trying to hit the old lady but to his shock his arms does not looked like his. His arms once thick enough to pull a bison from a muddy river and black as if burned from the fire pits of hell are now, delicate and small. The Befallen one then finally realized that he has been reborn as a baby but not from his world, He has been reborn in another world. And thus the start of the Befallen one's adventure in another world