Chapter 1: Prologue
There I lay,a husk of a human my skin pale white and the remaining few strands of hair on my long turned bald head were all grey. Everyone was waiting, waiting for me to breathe my last. Nobody spoke but I could tell from their faces and heartbeats that they were in pain.Pain of loosing there last hope...
That's me...the greatest superhero from the Northern Continent..
I feebly turned and met gaze with my disciples,who were doing their all to fight back tears, and using telepathy, I spoke my last words to them....
"I feel it,I only have seconds left....to you all I leave my blessings and legacy. I may have failed to accompany you to your journeys end...but I did teach you well...take care of Northern Continent for me..."
And whith that I breathed my last...
Only to be later woken up by a splash of ice cold water on my face.
"Next time I catch you sleeping in my barn am going to castrate you...
NOW SCRUM YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING IMBECILE!!!!!!"
Before me stood a silhouette of who I assumed to be an old lady, and an angry one at that,for my sight had not focused yet.
Before I could get a hold of where I was or what the hell was going on,I caught sight of a pitch fork headed my way and without thinking or out of instincts,I teleported to God knows where.
"F*CK YOU!!!!DAMN CULTIVATOR!!!"
"Damn! This old hag can curse"
"Wait,did she just call me a CULTIVATOR?...
and WHY AM I STILL ALIVE!!!
NO WAY AM I IN HELL???
OOOOOHHHH!
Dear God, I know I was no saint but you should have considered all the lives I saved....
WHY HELL!!!!
Wait, I thought the devil was a male...
Why is he an old angry woman???
Those were the last thought in my mind before I blacked out due to the pain accosting my body.