Reincarnation: Road to rebuild a lost home

Seven years have passed since the fall of the kingdom of Waxulia. A home to the highest population of demi-human were-tiger people, a strong number of them were able to get out the kind counting Beia among them with a child ready to be born.

Yet their escape wasn't going to go unnoticed as the human invaders had another group ready to hunt down those in a non-mercy way. Aim to eliminate all in their sight as this invasion shows to be a mere conquest.

Most of the were-tiger people were slain, but Beia and those others were lucky to make their way through the attacking human shoulders with the might within them to not back down.

Succeeding in escaping death again the people travel far at first to stop, rest, and regroup with anyone left wandering around alone or in a small group themselves.

At that time Beia could not keep on holding back the child inside her belly needing to be born right away. So going into labor receives the helping hand of those of her people with the delivering a new life.

Took a while, but in the end, Beia gave birth to a healthy boy with tiger ears and orange hair color who came to be named after his father Gonten. She believes it to be the fitting name her son should have when learning the unfortunate fate of his father was known to all.

Same for their king fighting with all his might in the very end till brought down finally by the human invaders.

Beia didn’t get to learn anything about her sister, making her worry about the unknown of that one fate. A thing she can't simply help worry over thinking matters far worse than one's death by the enemy's hands.

Yet she could not leave those of her people and a newborn child to search for the whereabouts of her sisters. These two things hold great value of importance which could not be overlooked by Beia's desire to seek out her blood having to choose between the two.

After the situation a few days were needed for their large group of were-tiger people to hide and wait for the right time to travel and they did far away from the east lands once their homes onto those western lands.

Such lands were not an easy place for the were-tiger being the new home of these demi-humans. They had to fight to build a place to live by the other neighboring human towns and cities.

Barbarian tribes love nothing more than to commit acts of pillaging and taking lands for their enjoyment as their way for such people.

There is also the deadly type of monsters roaming around the western lands killing all other living things that cross their way.

In time words spread about this attack of these demi-humans not being the only one, all types of demi-human species were also being targeted by the humans. A simple invasion was not as it seemed where it was to be a crusade against the demi-human people.

A mass massacre in the race was performed and the reason for this nightmare was to dominate this race for their greed. Seeking to fill their selfless wicked lust desire with their campaign.

Seventy percent of the demi-human population ended in death or slavery leaving the remaining thirty percent scattered all across the world to find a new home and stay out of sight and away from the humans.

The were-tiger demi-human population suffers a near-life-ending existence. Only twenty percent left of their kind close to the end, but this is to be not the were-tiger people their race will grow back into full strength again one day.

Along with the newborn son of Gonten as Beia knows fully well is bliss and tasked with the future of bringing his people back to their rightful home taking it back from those that have stolen it.

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{7 years in the western lands}

“COME ON IS THIS THE BEST YOU CAN DO GONTEN,” Beia yells as she thrusts her spear forward.

The young seven-year-old boy Gonten dodged the attack, but barely when the blade time of the spear was still able to draw blood when cutting at his left side.

Yet it wasn't to be all just that when Beia had the spear move to the same side of his direction when the head of the spear came to slash a bit of the side of his face.

Any further Gonten would have lost an eye, but it is not the intention of the mother to have that happen since this is all, but only training for the two of them. Then again, she wasn't going to be all that kind in this.

Out in an open grass field is the mother and son pair doing a normal routine of training these two had done every new day since Gonten had turned five able to walk and speak words.

Beia knew that a child shouldn't have to go through this at such a young age, but she had to have it done when bringing one fated to be the hero of the were-tiger people taking them back home from the vision the tiger God had given the one-night years back.

“You must do better to pay attention to your enemy's movements. There is never a straight knowing of what they could do even when it looks to seem they are beaten, always consider them able to make a move against you.” Beia tells her son to make sure he always keeps that in mind.

“I am! You're just not making it any easier for me every time, I'm lucky enough to dodge from time to time, but you always find a way to make it harder than it had to be.”

“That is how it should be when the day comes when you are on the battlefield. You will experience far more cuts and stab wounds when up against the human one-day son.”

Gonten touched the cut wound on his side face looking down at the blood on his palm and soon closed that same hand into a fist. Then his attention was aimed back onto his mother taking a fighting stand with those bare hands and came the roar from those young lungs.

Beia smiles proud to hear the young cub let out a such roar seeing him growing fast for the role he must play in the future then the two charge at one another to keep on further with their training for the next two hours till both have settled down on the grass.

In the end, Beia is much the victor being the one with fewer wounds compared to the son Gonten who indeed had his fair share, but his mother helped to clean and bandage these wounds on his body.

“Damn it, mom! I always end up as the loser in our training.” Gonten complained with the feeling of defeat.

“Ha relax Gonten this is only training not a contest then again if it was, your mother would indeed hold the highest number of winnings.”

“Hey, you're supposed to cheer up your son, not boost your ego mother right now.”

Gonten laughs even after saying that as a joke that his mother shares with her laughter for a short time until she takes the moment to stare at her son back.

Remembering a certain person whom she would always stare at times at the kingdom and would always be caught by him smiling back at her warmly.

“You know each passing year my cub yourself is look bit by bit more like your father.” A compliment given by her filled with a small amount of sadness in a voice that Gonten would notice.

“Father huh, I wish, I had the chance to know the man all I was told of how great and powerful a were-tiger warrior father was along with the part of him dying with a light smile on his face while holding me in his arms.”

“I know you were robbed of not being about meeting and learning about the man, but it does not mean his blood and spirit are not in you all the time, never gone from your heart.”

Words like that out of Beia brought a comfort between her and Gonten for a little time till she spoke again.

“Anyway, that is enough training to let us return home to the village. Surely you would like to play now with your friends, is that right?” Beia changed the subject to something more uplifting.

“Well, I wouldn’t mind training a little more.”

“No, it lets us go back and enjoy the rest of the day with the others.”

Beia and Gonten get up from sitting on the grass heading into the direction where there is a forest of trees there. It is also the place they were-tiger people deepen in root to keep hidden from being found by any of these long in the seven years that have passed for their new home to grow and be in peace during the time.

Yet a change was going to happen. Rather these people like it or not the event is going to involve them against their will and the fate of their new home.