Second Chance by Simon at Inkitt

Summary

In my old world, I was nothing. A "stray dog" with hollow eyes, a punching bag for those who found joy in my misery. I lived in the shadows of a gray life, waiting for a dawn that never came. Until the night I closed my eyes for the last time. I woke up in a world of blinding ivory and lethal beauty. Reborn as Eden, a child in a land of arrogant Elves, I quickly learned that the rules hadn't changed. To them, I am a "half-breed," a stain on their pure mana, a monster to be caged and studied. Suspended in a prison of straw above the abyss, the cold is my only companion. But they made one mistake. They thought I was just a frightened child. They didn't know that inside this small body dwells Simon—a man who has already tasted the bitterness of betrayal and has nothing left to lose. With a forbidden mana burning in my veins and the silent help of a mysterious young elf, I will tear down the bars of my cage. This isn't just a second chance. It’s my revenge against destiny itself.

Genre: Fantasy

Author: Simon

Status: Ongoing

Chapters: 12

Rating: n/a

Age Rating: 16+

Chapter 1 the mutt

Morning, everyone.

Another day, just like all the rest. For at least two years now, my life has been a loop of the same gray routine. I head to high school with hollow eyes and an empty stomach. All my friends have abandoned me by now... not that I blame them.

Then again... I've been a total hypocrite lately.

I catch my reflection in the mirror and the sight of it actually scares me. I look like a stray dog. A mangy mutt. But hey, I'm sure you didn't come here to listen to me whine.

Ah, right. I forgot to introduce myself: the name's Simon. Though, honestly, I doubt that even matters.

I trudged toward school, dragging my feet, only to collapse onto my desk the second the first period started. My eyes had barely fluttered shut when a voice tore through my ears:

— 'Hey, wake up, you mutt!'

That's Lucie.

— 'Hey, I'm talking to you!'

I felt something cold and visceral slide down my head. She had just dumped a jar of paint over my hair before spitting on me. I know what you're thinking: I should defend myself. I shouldn't just take it. But what's the point? She's just some girl desperate for attention, trying to play dominant. It doesn't even reach me anymore.

Once I got home, I spent an eternity under the shower, scrubbing the paint until my skin was raw. The scalding water was the only thing that could still make me feel warm. Afterward, I crawled to my room. I collapsed onto my bed and fell into a dead sleep instantly.

I didn't know yet that it was the last time I'd ever close my eyes in that world.