บททั้งหมดของ Throne Of Shadowed Rebirth: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 6

(Ethan’s POV)Pain.It always starts with pain.The sharp jab in my chest steals the breath from me, like a knife plunged right into my heart. My body convulses with the memory of dying. I scratch my chest, but there's no blood, just a fading memory.And then I come to a chilling realization.I’m back again.The scent of old wood fills the air. The darkness closes in around me. I can feel the rough splinters digging into my palms. I don’t even need to open my eyes to see where I am. I’m inside the cupboard, the same one where everything always begins, on the third floor of the palace tower: the chamber of heirs, which later became the chamber of death.I force my eyes open and press against the tiny crack in the wood. There they are, my brothers, my blood, lined up, trembling, with fear and confusion etched across their young faces, and in the midst of them is Niall.My second brother: taller, older, and kinder. He used to sneak me sweets when the cooks weren’t watching. The only one

(Ethan’s POV)"Martha, stop," I whisper urgently.The soldiers are just ahead, maybe twenty paces away, with their footsteps crunching softly on the leaves. They haven't spotted us yet.Martha's breathing quickens. "Ethan, what are you—""Hide," I interrupt, tugging at her sleeve. "Now."She hesitates, probably wondering how a five-year-old can sound so certain, but something in my voice convinces her. Quietly, she leads the horse off the path and crouches down with me behind a sturdy oak tree.We sit there, pressed against the roots, our breaths shallow.The two soldiers stroll by slowly, chatting in hushed tones about heading back to the city. The moonlight glints off their armor as they fade down the trail.Only when their footsteps disappear does Martha finally release a breath. "That was close," she mumbles.I nod, continuing to monitor the path. This had never happened before. In my previous life, this road was empty.“Why is it different this time?”It feels like fate is shifti

(Ethan’s POV)The dawn softly seeps through the wooden window, casting gentle rays of gold on my face. The fire in the hearth has flickered out, leaving just a wisp of smoke and a warmth that smells like remnants of yesterday’s dreams. For a moment, I stay still, soaking in the sounds of life stirring anew—the distant chirping of birds, women chatting as they gather water, and the familiar creak of Martha’s footsteps on the floorboards.It’s a new morning, a fresh start, and another chance to live again.The aroma of herbs wafts into the room, mingling with the subtle scent of freshly baked bread. Martha’s voice floats through our little cottage, humming a lullaby—a tune she used to sing to me as a child in all my past lives. It tugs at my heartstrings. Even after seven lives, that melody feels like home.Then I hear Jane’s giggle. That sound could heal entire kingdoms. She’s already up, her tiny feet pattering on the floor as her mother styles her hair. I fully open my eyes, letting