Chapter 2: Prologue

Through the vast atmosphere, one could notice eight intricate magical circles, each hosting a realm of a different elemental god. Where light shone the most, in golden tones at that, a certain event went by. 

 “Thine Holiness thy plane hath breached!” From the confusion of such illustrated words, the god quickly painted a picture within his mind, quickly drawing the figures of all potential candidates that could cause such a ruckus, unable to find anyone in particular.

‘What!? Someone has? That shouldn’t be possible!’ The divine being looked at the angel surprised, unable to find a single culprit as godly as he was. It also meant that it would require an unfathomable power to go through. Lightful sweat dropped from his face, radiating yellow tones from the starlight above them.

With an angry vibration and an ever harsher, translucent gesture, the almighty being smacked his fist on the closest table. Beautiful and immaculate as one can imagine, made of pure white refined marble, lengthy and wide, covered with religious patterns from luminaries to planets, and archaic letters, whose meaning was too complex to describe. As soon as it landed, the entire table refracted the light from such an impact, splattering it all around, causing the winged subordinate to shriek in fear. Then, the voice pierced the angel’s ears and mind, causing the room to reverberate.

“Who dares enter it Amadeus!? Don’t they know I’m a god!? Do they seek to be exterminated?” 

The beautiful one knelt before his superior, spreading the massive white wings around the entire room before speaking, followed with words to sprout inside the utmost secrecy, solely between the two of them. “It is he, the one who sees, far and beyond, what only origin and ancient can reach.”

Upon hearing those words, the god coughed a few times, trembling from head to toe. The right closed hand opened, becoming a palm and quickly it rose towards his own face, covering an unholy expression. Fearful, and twisted, spooking Amadeus, who understood foremost the figure that his lips had mentioned. In the entirety of such plane and divine realms, scattered through everything that was celestial and holy, there was not a single entity capable of defying such an ominous and overwhelming figure. Such was the eerie and unknown origin of such a being, one capable of putting an end to a god’s life.

“Let us do our best to not bother him. As long as we don’t do anything, he shouldn’t come towards us either.”

The angel’s head lowered further, taking such words into its own core, dedicating an immeasurable severity, delicate caution, and utmost respect for them. “Understood thine Holiness, this humble servant shalt halt any action towards the matter.”

With a more peaceful expression on both sides, god thought as the being before he rose from the crystal-like floor in a calmer and a more leisurely manner, sticking his eyes to the table next to them which was still irradiating from leftovers in a golden tone. ‘Like this, it should keep him at bay. It would be troublesome to wage an all-out war whilst we’re in the middle of another.’ 

He extended his hand, pointing at the lower being in front of him, speaking soft and enticing words. “Amadeus.” The winged one shifted his focus to the voice source, raising his neck and gaze to the sacred one. “Do you know what has he come here for?”

From such a question, the angel couldn’t help himself but to lower the eyes down to the beautifully paved golden floor, reminded of the time he met with the deadly figure who trespassed him without effort. “This lowly servant... believes the being’s only wish is to live peacefully in thy sanctuary.”

After a serene reply, using the words he heard from the person in question, and through a sweet and lovely tone, like a heartening melody played with a platinum-looking harp, capable of exuding the vocal cords to the utmost delicacy.

The higher being began questioning him, filled with curiosity and cautiousness, extending both arms to the sides, directly indicating the range of the plane below. “Where did he allocate himself to live in?” 

The floor gained lines, and quickly after, a map of the world laid before them. The lightful figure tilted its head, causing the angel to aim a finger at a certain spot, towards the kingdom in the southern hemisphere. “In Einhol...” Amadeus’s eyes followed the gesture to a spot between the two and voiced out the ill news, causing the god to feel a fake sense of sickness, long lost when he ascended to godhood.

“From all the different ones he chose mine!?” The divine being placed his shining hand on the forehead cleaning some golden drops while gripping the right one, causing sparks of light to erupt from the fist as if it was now a violent volcano about to burst.

“If he encounters our enemies...” With an attempt to support his master, some careful and pre-planned advice followed, but before he could finish, god spoke in his place concluding his sentence.

“I suppose he’ll defeat some of them, allowing me to gain sovereign of this world easier.”

Without the guts to mention that was his plan, nor the will to contest, the angel simply lowered his face once more, muttering the simplest response. “This simple servant believes in thee words.”

The god of light, as that was his title among his realm and the surrounding ones, felt deep within the core relieved, giving wings to his voice, allowing the decisive words to finish this conversation.

“Well, no matter. You know what to do while I focus on the ongoing war.”

God’s head tilted to the side, smiling widely along with a bright expression capable of blinding a mortal. Deep within him was now a great conviction dwelling. To that, he shouted bravely. “I can’t possibly have my great kingdom to lose now!”

Amadeus lifted from the floor while shrinking his wings, followed by a confirmation nod, and a lovely smile full of charm and adoration for the great one before him who was about to explode, causing sparkles of light to extend through the entire plane. “I, the god of light, shall dominate this world!”

 

A hundred years passed. 

“Your eminence, the ancient being has abandoned thy sanctuary!” Both traded glances, leaving the almighty one who shone brightly to waver its lightful tones upon the sudden news. Despite no shadow being present, it was clear to any who saw this scene that darkening took over the golden room walls and everything within them for that brief instant.

“What!? How come you didn’t inform me earlier?” Confusion remained dyed in his expression, quickly causing the angel to gulp some celestial energy down its throat.

“Thine Holiness deemed this humble servant as a war advisor... entirely. And it took a while to finish checking the plane records...”

The great being figure shrugged. Knowing the servant was right, and happy as he was currently from the most recent events, he satisfied himself in his mind. ‘Well, Amadeus has a point... I shouldn’t blame him for my silliness.’ Soon after, god started laughing at his own actions, and then with a big smug spread through his face, he shouted joyfully and excitedly, shaking the room and the realm beyond it, brimming everything and everywhere with a brilliant tone. To a mere human, this effect would’ve dazed them a hundred times before they realized their eyesight to be lost.

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“It doesn’t matter! Today we celebrate!” Two light golden chalices appeared from nothingness and quickly hit one another, causing the angel to forsake the rest of the records. This caused a red sticky liquid to wave from one side to the other, looking like it would fall at any moment.

“Not only for our domain's most recent victory against the empire of Sybery and the goddess of water, but also to the one who sees, leaving on his own free will!”

They smiled gracefully before taking sips of the sacred liquor, falling into the deepness of refined and savory pleasures of this flamboyant liquor.

 

Below the celestial realms, at the very center of Einhol’s kingdom, a woman clad in the darkness, whose figure was further enhanced from the night sky, was in front of an orphanage door with a baby in her arms. Once the mother knelt at the door, she placed her daughter carefully on the stone right under the cover of the black wooden porch. The baby inside some fluffy white sheets nested in her tender watch while sorrowful muttering went on along with the chilly breeze.

“Your father has disappeared from this world, so I must find him at all costs.” She gazed at the baby’s light blue eyes with a sad expression, tearing up melancholically.

“I’m truly sorry, but I want you to know that you are truly precious to us. Once I find him, we’ll return to you, and then we’ll finally be able to be a family again.”

Her eyes turned to the sky as if gazing at god himself, resuming her mumbling shortly after in an icy tone. “This world is cruel, but I believe it won’t take long to return.” Her hands gripped tightly as they were about to do the unthinkable right in front of the newborn.

‘Hopefully, it buys me enough time to return while you’re still a baby... I’d love to watch you grow up...’ More tears slid through her similar icy blue eyes all the way down the lips till they reached the chin and then dropped into the ground almost hitting the innocent dry sheet.

“For now, I’ll have to seal the bond we share, as you’re bound to come after me one day otherwise. And that would only make my journey harder.” 

The woman pointed her palm to the baby and dark chains appeared out of thin air, surrounding her forehead, invoking a dark lock which ended up floating in the air. Once it befell on the newborn’s mind, the memories about her origin became permanently sealed. A white key then materialized in the air, which the mother stored under her cloak, in a blue pocket safely. Finally, with a long whisper inaudible to the baby, she turned around. Her body collapsed on the ground after three steps. From within, a soul with the exact same appearance got up from it, and started walking upwards through invisible stairs, while her figure appeared to disappear, shining in mysterious indigo tones.

The moment the mother was about to teleport outside of the world, an odd and unknown sensation crawled along her spine, causing her to glance behind at the side, finding a couple of stray dogs. But sadly, the magic completed and the woman’s essence vanished completely, leaving behind her outer shell, the physical self laying on the ground absent of life but with the flesh and skin intact.

Time slowly passed with the sound of rain pouring endlessly. Eventually, on the following morning, right at dawn, the orphanage door opened inwardly. 

From within, a man looked down after taking two steps, feeling his feet hit something soft. As his gaze lowered, he made a hideous expression and loud words quickly came out of his fat and dry lips.

“Rebeca! Another one laying at the door!” A kind-looking old woman rushed towards the entrance, finding the baby, picking her up carefully, quickly noticing a couple of exquisite aspects to it. 

“You may proceed, chief.” Without further words, the man took a few more steps before closing the door. 

Noticing the pouring rain, he opened a black umbrella, and left, walking a bit more forward, ending up hitting something else. The man sighed flustered, raising his other hand that carried a lamp without light. Without time to waste, he pointed it at whatever was in the way and recited, after muttering the two words.

“Spirit of fire, come to this humble servant and bless my hand with your power, tier 1 flame.” As soon as the light of the lamp pushed the shadows in the surroundings away, the man’s face changed to a horrendous expression, trembling for a little while. In front of him was a corpse solely made of bones, along with some expensive clothes and a few accessories made of gold.

“Just what in the world happened to this... thing?” As the man pondered, he started examining the clothing, finding it to be quite an exquisite silk material.

“It’s not worth much of a burial nor do I care about slum rats, but it would give a bad image to my orphanage, so perish out of my sight, you despicable and ugly thing.”

The man removed and looted the goods. And once he finished, his hand aimed at the corpse’s leftovers and burnt them into a crisp with a different spell, leaving only the ashes that would disappear with the rain. He looked towards the growling of annoyed dogs. After all, it was his magic that destroyed their meal. One of them had a big leg bone in his mouth. With leftover anger, he shouted at them while waving the lamp, scaring them, causing a few of them to bark at him before running away.

Behind the fellow, inside the orphanage number 55 as a metallic-looking number next to the entrance remained polished. Beyond its now closed door, the woman, inside one of many rooms, was currently drying up the newborn’s body. Once she felt the toddler warmth returning, the woman's eyes evaluated the baby.

“First time I’ve ever seen such a pale babe, not to forget these blue clear light eyes, and peculiar bits of white hair...” The old one caressed the baby’s head softly, looking to compare its texture to her own as her mind dwelled in curiosity towards it.

“To think this child’s hair was this soft... compared to my own, it’s marvelous! It makes me jealous!” From her experience, this meant the newborn was healthy.

Though she felt the hair color to be abnormal. The woman made a sad expression towards the baby, feeling that the little girl was born under a dark star. “I hope it heals as you grow up, little one. Otherwise, the chief will have a hard time selling you off to adoption.”

The woman sighed as she covered her carefully in white cloth all the way to the neck, preparing to place her in one of the empty cradles. “From all the things this world may offer you, I hope you’re not cursed...” 

This was normal knowledge, as everyone feared receiving one from a fellow wicked yet competent human. Not everyone could inflict one as it required a cost, knowledge, and power. However, peasants knew entire families could end up cursed, if a talented named one so desired. This was not a random or a rare occurrence at all. The only thing necessary was meeting a wizard on a moody and unfortunate day. 

From this moment onwards, the old woman would pray every night before sleep, that this wasn’t the case, so that the child, could have a close to a decent life, among other orphans till the time came, where someone would come to pay her price.

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