By the end of the day, I had settled into the tribe’s routine. I ate, slept, a myself drift into dreams about fire aru, burning kingdom in another world.

  The days passed, winter drew closer and closer, and my memories solidified, I explored my past finally remembering what was fotten, The memory is still hazy, but it is clearer now that I am not just a normal tribesman.

  The internal flict was there, but I ha by keeping busy. Slowly, the prince's identity took hold, and the boy faded into the background. But there were moments when both merged, leaving me unsure of which personality was truly mine.

  Then I discovered the joy of mana manipution. For the first time in my life, I felt real magic flow through me effortlessly.

  In my past life I never had a real Aura Maio here even with my aura still young and unignited, I begin to sense and manipute mana more sciously. Causing minical effects, such as levitating a small stone when no one was looking eio fight off the bitter cold.

  A new life where magic flows within me. I was eted, my mind flooded with endless possibilities for spells I do in this life.

  Sitting on surprisingly fortable rock outside the cave, I watched the tribe. I just looked at the people, and wo my good or bad luck.

  I watched the tribe with my new eyes, the eyes of an adult with different prospective, the eyes of a man who knew a better life—saw the primitives around me.

  I know a better way of life and I want it back. As I watched I started to see a pattern, a non-plex society simir to chimpanzee basic rules of life with extra-steps.

  The people around me looked like normal people they just had shitty taste in clothing, It's as if someoook the city folk to the forest undressed them, made them fet all the de and civilized decy learned iy, ahem to make fur clothing from anything they kill.

  There are social rules everyone is expected to follow. Yet people don't always do so, ahe viotion of group norms, or the defying of authority, is apanied by what seem to be pain or extreme pain, it all depends on what was done, and your position iribe help you do what others 't.

  It was like watg animals py at being human. No de, no civilization. Just survival, just hunger.

  ‘Shiiiit’, Why wasn't I born ier era?, and why is the ambient mana feel as if it's low?, is it low?, or I just think it is because now I have a better aura?.

  If there is something wrong with the mana then I am cursed with bad luck, or not. My aura is stronger and I love it. It will take time for me to build the reflexes necessary to trol my aura, After all its just another body with in my body.

  My mind was drowning iions.

  I took a deep breath and ehe moment, a new life where magic flows within me effortlessly, this joy ever get old. My new aura powers will be strong when fully ignited, Yeah my body is suffering from bad nutrition, but that be fixed, with bit mold.

  I made mental list of all the nutrition I may need for my body, and aura.

  If am cursed to live with primitives, then I must get some power, am in a time full of the deadliest predators in history, and primitive rules, a time when people haven't even figured out how to form mana cores, or use mana stones, or toilet_paper.

  Am in time before the mana_stone_age, in my old world history the mana_stone_age era was a time when people used mana stoo advahere magic, here I haven't seen any mana stones.

  The best they could do with mana was build a simple aura, it's an actal and dangerous aura manipution, no skill uidance, just fallowing there fear and ao use there aura, an instinctive Self-defense.

  That's like building muscle from pung people every day. Makes no sense.

  "Dragon-shit", I cursed under my breath.

  And It's cold, very cold as if it's the end or start of an ice age, am not sure, I just know that this area is cold, very cold at night.

  I have been born stuck between a rod a hard pce. With A better body then my old o still stu primitive time.

  I looked at the cave entrance, I didn’t like what I was seeing, the only thing Barrig us from death is wood and smoke. And what is outside at night?.

  FUCK.

  The good news I don’t o learn the nguage, it's already in my head with this strong familiarity of my surroundings.

  And I know how to use this body and the magic aura it has, even if it feels wrong like havira skin, still it feels familiar.

  Better than my past aura, actually it so much better, Worth dying for?, no, not yet, but it will be when I start building it up.

  I took a deep breath, pushing aside the frustration. My aura was stronger now, and that was all that mattered. I would learn to trol it, refi, and make it the strohis world had ever seen.

  My eyes moved around looking at the people, at the night watchers.

  The people are bunch fug uncivilized savages, there simplicity makes them more dangerous, because of a ck of resources there stant hunger, and ability to do anything with no limits, al blocks like honor, or morality.

  I o get stronger and quickly, not just to keep safe from the predators but to be safe from the most dahing on this world,,, people.

  It's a fact that a people were very cruel, that's why people gather in groups, not just to fight nature but also each-roups like this small but powerful unity.

  Cruelty and humanity go hand in hand, The cold and hunger didn’t help. They had,,, have their own standards of behavior, I must remember that am not prinymore there is no de.

  There was still a tremendous degree of variability but, these a people are quite g toward their tribe-mates, so I o py on there feeling of belonging, on the blood retive noive mi, I must be a part of the tribe, py on there greed aions, be liked, loved, be a politi with big fist to handle my critics.

  Sitting on rock I brooded on my shitty luck, and on what I must do, until voiterrupted me.My thoughts were interrupted by one of the hunters barking at me. “Hey, boy go make some rope don't just sit there looking at us, wasting the light”.

  It was one of the hunters.

  “Oh yes I will start just pning a better way to do it.”

  “Pn with your hands, work boy, don’t just sit there! Make yourself useful.”

  He had point all I do is embrace the madness, and live on.

  People were moving about.

  The men had already taken out their stoools frinding so it’d be more vehe ime they went hunting with already sharpeone knives and spears. The women too had their own work—sewing hides, drying foods, etc.

  As for me, like I said before when in foper do as foper's do.

  Time to finish an idea I had.

  My mother went with the women to gather pnts to mix with the meat is tonight.

  I had an idea on what to do to fix my lonely wolf problem. And I took the opportunity to execute my pn.

  I grabbed my heavy winter gear, wihick fur jacket, good winter pants and full head mask, I choose a rge pot, and headed toward the Pain Trees—an area known for its deadly beehives.

  The Pain trees where in the area all the kids were told to stay away from, one of the trees had a big beehive.

  The tribe harvested honey from these hives only when desperate, as the bees were fast and aggressive. But I had a pn.

  The hunters usually knock down the hives and make a beeli of the area, yet the bees where fast, and it was a deadly enter, the survivors returhe bees had dispelled.

  The honey harvesting was only done when necessary, when the hunger was too much. Or an idiot was trying to prove his manhood was bigger than everyone else.

  I gathered dry grass and long wooden sticks, and made several torches, I started small fire that made so much smoke it almost killed me, a into the area holding torches.

  I pced multiple torch's around a tree, As I approached, and watched the is abaheir hives.

  It worked—mostly. A few brave bees stung me, ME the smoke maker, but the thick fur protected me from the worst of it. I ighose rebel scums, and filled my big pot full of honey and wax.

  I didn't take it all the hive was big, yet I wa to stay alive for my harvest.

  I looked at the honey, our tribe protects this pce from any strangers, and we all know its location is a carefully guarded secret.

  Colleg it is sidered an act of bravery and desperation.

  I made sure that no fire will spread and burn the forest. A home to finish my work.

  It is a lot of work.

  I would then my aura, build es withiribe, and gain influehis was no porality or weakness. I would py on their emotions, manipute their greed, and position myself as an essential part of the group.

  And I’d o work quickly.

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