Damon couldn't believe what he saw upon opening his eyes again. Everywhere he looked, everything seemed unfamiliar, foreign even. And to top it off, there was a full set of armor in his room, along with other items that looked too lavish to be called bedroom decor. He had been into many lavish rooms and houses, and this one easily tops it all.As he stood up, Damon realized something strange - his legs and body were completely healed, despite feeling like he had just been through a brutal beating. To confirm his suspicion, he removed his shirt and inspected his body. Much to his surprise, there wasn't even a hint of a bruise or scratch on his skin. Yet despite this, his body still looked pale and skinny, like a twig that had been withered by the harsh winter winds.But the biggest shock came when he caught sight of his reflection in the mirror. "Holy mother of Lincoln... That's not even me!" he exclaimed in disbelief. His face looked almost a decade younger than he was, and the facial

Damon walked closer to the mirror, staring back at him like a scared kid, "Who are you?" He asked."I'm… Damon Wyne." The reflection replied very slowly, struggling to talk without stuttering."That's impossible." He replied, "I am Damon Wyne. What kind of prank are you lot playing? I won't be tricked.""This is no trick… President Damon Watts." The reflection replied.Damon froze, his eyes widened, staring at the reflection, looking threatened by it. "How do you know that name?" He asked."You know mine because you saw my memory, and I see yours too." The reflection said before disappearing from the mirror.Watt's eyebrow raised before he walked towards the now empty mirror, with his reflection non-existent. He knocked on it and even looked at the back of it, but nothing; he couldn't find any trick behind what he had just witnessed.'It must be my imagination…' Watt continued before he turned to his bed to continue packing his clothes, before he jumped back in fright, shocked at what

"What?" Philip asked with a shocked expression planted on his face. Meanwhile, Thalia kept quiet, but her widened eyes explained her shock enough.But the ones that were the most startled were the guest, they had always remembered Damon as a kind and meek boy, but now he looked confident and was already cursing in front of the elders."What?" Damon raised his left eyebrow, "I was just asking if any of you were having a good time." He continued pretending never to insult them in front of their faces.'Ahh, it's too late… He is dead,' Wyne thought as he looked at Watts, pretending to be innocent."Oh, I must have misheard then…" Philip said before he continued drinking his wine and shook his head. Everyone else did the same, acting as if Damon didn't say what he said to them.Damon smiled before picking up his fork and eating his steak slowly, knowing that they thought of him as an innocent kid who was too naive to be any worth in a family this prestigious. And therefore, they immediate

Edmund knocked on the door, "Young Master Damon, Phillip has given me a message to give to you." He said.Damon replied as fast as he could, "Sure, just hold on!" He replied while taking the bottle of wine and rope that he had hidden under his blanket and placing it behind the door before opening it.As Damon looked at Edmund's face, it was clear that he wasn't here to talk, "Your brother has been very disappointed with your actions today, and so is your sister. He has sent me, to correct your behavior." He told before cracking his knuckles."And does that correcting include beating me up?" Damon asked, even though he knew the answer."Perhaps," Edmund replied, causing Damon to smile and reach out for the wine bottle that was behind the door.Edmund looked at Damon, wondering what he was reaching for, before he felt his face crash with a glass bottle of wine pouring on his face, "Ahhh!" He shouted; he could feel the shattered glass piercing his skin, causing blood to trickle down his

Phillip stood in front of the bed that Edmund was lying on, covered with countless wraps of magical herbs, and despite its undisputable quality, it was still taking time to heal his butler. "It seems that our little brother has broken him beyond anything he has gone through," Thalia said as she walked behind him, looking at Edmund."He will be fine; he just needs a few more days to recover," Phillip replied, looking at the other maids replacing the herbs that were on his body with new and fresh herbs."Maybe. But his mind will be broken, and it will remain that way." She muttered before walking out of the room.Phillip then looked at Edmund again, shaking his head, still couldn't believe what he had seen yesterday, 'What is that ring?' He thought, realizing that this match against his brother, which he had been so confident about defeating, might be more complicated than he first expected.But even though he knew the risk, it made him much more curious; he wanted to know how powerful