SWNOVELXO Chapter 2: Before the Storm
Our main character was once just like any other student—a 10-year-old with the world laid out before him. His days were filled with routine, with the pursuit of knowledge and a quiet determination that many wouldn't notice. He was never one to draw attention to himself. He blended in with the crowd, his mind focused on studies and his body gradually growing under the rigorous training he subjected himself to.
The quiet discipline came from somewhere deep within, instilled in him through the silent teachings of a family he barely understood.
Before the storm, our main character had been unaware of the extraordinary legacy his bloodline carried. His great-grandfather, a warrior who once battled a massive beast and emerged victorious, was nothing but a distant tale. His grandfather had fought in battles across distant lands, and his father, though a soldier of Nepal, was no stranger to conflict. But these were just stories, pieces of his heritage that shaped his understanding of strength, without truly knowing how deeply it ran in him.
Though his past was a shadow, it had always whispered to him, encouraging him to become more than just a student. His mornings began with the crack of dawn, the relentless weight of his self-imposed discipline. Each session of training, each drop of sweat that stung his eyes, was a promise to himself that he would be stronger.
His world revolved around discipline and physical mastery. Running through the jungle near his home, lifting weights, pushing himself harder with each passing day. The exhaustion was part of the process, but it never deterred him. Pain was something to endure, a constant companion that shaped him, forged his body and mind into something tougher.
One fateful day, while training in the jungle, something shifted. He had been hunting for sport, testing himself against the wilderness. The beast that found him was not like the others—massive, mutated, and wild with ferocity. It came charging from the trees, too fast, too powerful.
It was a blur of claws and teeth, and in the midst of the chaos, our main character had fought back with everything he had. But in the end, the beast took a terrible prize—his left eye. The pain was immense, blinding, but it wasn't enough to break him.
He fought through the agony, and after hours of bleeding and struggling, he managed to kill the creature. But his body was not the same. The wound healed almost instantly, and though the scar remained, something inside him changed. He could feel it—the faint pulse of power, the primal instinct that was always buried deep within.
This was no longer about just surviving. This was about something much deeper, something ancient awakening inside him.
He didn't fully understand it, but it was there. That day, when the world was still untouched, he realized that he was different.
He didn't know what that meant at the time, but he knew that it was something he would need to embrace. Because soon, very soon, the world would change.
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Days turned to weeks, and the world around him began to shift. No one noticed it at first. The media didn't speak of it. But in the hearts of those who knew—those like our main character—the air had become thick with anticipation.
Then, it came. The first mutation.
The world had changed, and with it, so had he.
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The attack was quick, brutal. It didn't give any warning. There were hundreds of mutated beasts that attacked every family in the village. Our main character's great-grandfather, grandfather, and father fought valiantly with only human weapons, guns, and sheer willpower. They managed to kill more than 30 of the beasts, but they were outnumbered. No matter how skilled they were, no matter how much they fought, they couldn't overcome the tide.
The beasts kept coming. More waves followed, each deadlier than the last. It was relentless, merciless.
And then, they were all gone. His great-grandfather, his grandfather, his father—gone. The monsters tore through his family like paper, leaving only destruction in their wake. His mother, too, was lost in the chaos.
He watched, helpless.
And then, the grief broke through, raw and animalistic.
Why?
Why me?
Why? Why?
How?
Why?
Why my family?
Why?
The words spilled from his lips, an animal's scream echoing into the wilderness. But no one heard him. No one could hear him.
And then, something in him clicked.
His instincts awoke.
A strange power surged through him, a power that felt both foreign and familiar. His body trembled as his eyes locked onto the wreckage of his family. The beast that had attacked him, the one that had taken his eye, had been nothing compared to what was now before him.
His body, his mind, everything that he had been, was gone. What stood in its place was something new. Something he didn't understand, but something he could feel deep within. A wildness, an animalistic fury that surged in his blood.
And in that moment, he knew.
He would survive.
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This is the moment that changed him forever. This is when our main character embraced the instinctual power that was always within him. From here on,
nothing would be the same.
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End of Chapter 2: Before the Storm.
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