NARRATOR'S POV
Asher's hidden memories started to flow through.
"This is your one hundredth life." Tahmut said and then it was all shown. "All this happened three thousand years ago."
Asher's mind was flung back to the past. When he woke up, he looked at his hands. They seemed normal to him but at the same time, it seemed different.
He got up from his bed and looked around. "Wasn't I fighting Tahmut just now?" Asher asked himself and looked around.
He opened his door and looked out. He walked down the wooden stairs and came out in an inn.
"Oh Javir! You're finally awake." A female voice said.
'Javir? Who is that?' Asher thought to himself. He looked at the woman strangely but decided not to say anything.
"Don't you have respect anymore?" Someone pulled his ear with strong, masculine hands and he winced in pain. "You should greet your parents when you wake up in the morning."
"Sorry father." He replied.
ASHER BLACKWOOD
