Chapters 1-7

                                    

                                          

Title: The Chosen One's New Beginning
Desc: 
The chosen one has awakened. 
Once blinded by the light, he decided to close his eyes and stay in darkness. He was in hypnosis, and after much anguish from following the dark path, he ultimately found his redemption. The final barrier he had passed and left his imprint on the world he belonged to. Yet the force had different plans for him.
After such a long time, the chosen one felt his limbs. There was no burning pain from inhaling oxygen. He wasn't clinging to his life anymore. He was more than alive, he was born once again and it seemed like the force wasn't done with him. His sky-like eyes could now see the world in new colors; the darkness he carried had disappeared, and the conflict in him finally ceased to exist. 
He felt free of the past's shackles. 
And this time he will follow the right path with the aid of force. Now as Arthur Leywin, the brother, the son, and the first-ever quadra-elemental seen in this new magical world.
Chapter 1: The Awakening
He was awakened so suddenly that he couldn't realize what was going on. What was happening was a mystery, and he didn't like mysteries. It all felt weird, he was breathing without the aid of machines, and he could see with his own eyes.
The world around him seemed much more colorful. Instead of grey, black, and white, there was a variety of brightness. Be it green or brown, it wasn't something he'd seen before. 
Imagine his surprise when he lifted an actual hand. Yes, it was the hand of a toddler, but it felt so real that he wanted to cry. It actually felt like his. Instead of his cut-off hand, there was a new one and the skin on it was so smooth.
"There there, don't cry little Art. It's alright." 
A caring and soothing voice invaded his ears. Instantly, his eyes turned to the owner of this voice. It was an auburn-haired woman. She looked at him with a motherly smile that could win the heart of any baby. Her clothes really resembled someone else's. They reminded him of something dark, as if this person was already lost. 
The clothes weren't anything special; they were something a commoner would wear. He wondered exactly why these clothes had sparked a few remnants of memories in him. Immediately, he came to the conclusion.
Mother. 
He saw a mother figure in this person, she was the person who was taking care of him. Someone that loved him with all his heart, the force was telling him the same, this person was undoubtedly someone he would trust and desire to protect with all his might.
He embraced the woman. With the little taps on his back, the woman calmed down the auburn-haired kid. Even though he hadn't cried, he seemed very disturbed and the woman, as a mother, could feel it better than anyone else. 
Someone entered the room. The man was in his twenties, with a newly shaved beard, and blue-sky eyes, which were directed at the mother and son duo. 
"Honey, dinner is almost ready."
"I'll put little Art to sleep first. Please prepare the dish for me." 
The man approached the duo, "Will do." He placed the kiss on both the woman and the toddler. This was his father, a strong one at that. Maybe not physically, but his mindset was that of a man. The leader of the family. Taking up the role of housewife after childbirth. 
"It's time to sleep, little Art. You need it, I see."
The woman carefully moved him to the crib and gently placed him to sleep. Taking a small blanket, a woman covered Art with it and sang a lullaby to put him to sleep. It didn't take much for little Art to fall asleep; his immature body was already tired, and he wasn't against good sleep either. This, after all, is the first time in a long time he actually slept...