A Sinner’s Redemption

c h a p t e r   1  :  y o u n g   m a s t e r (1)  He was dead. He was sure he had died already. Even at the moment, he could still feel that bone-chilling sensation of pain when a glinting sword slowly pierced through his body. He could still vividly remember the cold cement against his face, his twitching broken fingers all the while bathing on his blood. He was forced to listen to their continues laughing and mockery as they doused him a bucket of freezing water startling him awake every time. The pain was so stimulating he could barely open his eyes. He had been humiliated and tortured for days—maybe months.  He didn't know—just like the place and circumstances he was in as of the moment. He had been staring ahead unblinkingly, unable to process the likeliness of every suffering and devastation he had experienced wa

c h a p t e r   3 :  t h e   v I l l a g e (1) The carriage halted in the middle of the forest. Surrounded by fog, Ains could barely see what's ahead. The gentle rustle of leaves and the lightly swaying of trees echoed throughout the forest under the luminescent moon hanging above. His coat fluttered as the cold breeze of the forest swept past him. The freezing wind assaulted his frowning face; pursed frozen lips, blushing cheeks, and his squinting rounded eyes. 'What the hell? We did not get transported to the North, right? Why is it so fucking freezing in here?!' Gritting his teeth, he blindly walked forward. His boots stepped on dried leaves and broken branches which were the only blaring sound that could be heard amidst the dreadfully silent forest.

c h a p t e r   5:  t h e   v i l l a g e (3) THICK long eyelashes fluttered gently as a pair of dazed and watery black orbs met equally cherubic eyes which promptly blinked twice. Amir who had been waiting on the side hurriedly stepped forward, shielding the child. "Young master, are you feeling fine now?" he queried in a low tone. Ains frowned while his eyes scanned the room. He perceived that he was lying on a lump of clothes carefully placed on the cold cement. They were surrounded by darkness with the burning light of a lamp as their only source of light. He mustered the strength to sit up and lean on the uneven wall behind him. Amir hastily crouched down to arrange the blanket warming Ains' half lower body.  "Who's that child over there?" Ains questioned, tone cold. This prompted t