Chapter 1: The Beginning
(POV: ?#/@ Primordial ?##&^)
Everyone has a story. Some are filled with action and adventure while others are about romance and drama. What all stories have in common are a beginning and end.
My story was a hero type.
It started when I was born and was filled with action, tragedy, gore, etc.
I spent most of my life protecting and helping others.
Of course, there were some people I couldn't save or those who criticize me as a lunatic or devil, but I never expected everyone to think of me as a hero.
I spent most of my life as a hero until eventually, I died.
So, what do you think happens to a person's story once they die.
Most people will say their story will come to an end. It makes sense.
No matter who you are once you die even if you were a hero or beggar your story would end.
I believe that thought is narrow-minded.
I believe that if your story is told and others can learn or be affected by it then it will continue to live on even after you died in others.
Knowing how I was a hero to most I believed that after my sacrifice I would live on through them and the universe would become better.
However, from what I see my efforts weren't enough, or maybe too much time has passed.
Either that or the creatures in this universe love to have war.
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While growing up I always knew I needed to be strong. I had a mission I need to complete or the whole universe would be wiped out. Becoming a hero was never my plan until I learned how much influence a hero had on people.
Maybe it was arrogance from having such a huge mission, but I decided to take on one of the biggest problems in the universe. Stopping all wars.
With such a big mission as stopping the universe from being destroyed, I thought that stopping all wars would be easy.
How naive I was.
Looking back on it, I now realized that becoming a hero, was the reason for my demise.
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I still remember my last moments.
For some reason, I felt free.
The pressure for my mission.
Trying to stop all wars.
Everything just seemed so insignificant at that moment and I could finally rest.
That is what I thought.
Until someone brought me back.
No, it's more like I was turned into a guide.
At first, I was confused.
My story has already ended and my name is just a legend. No, a myth would be a better way to describe it because I have been forgotten.
However, my mission has to be completed since I failed and someone decided I was the best person to guide another for it.
That was a dumb idea because I don't give a shit about the mission.
Although I don't know how long it's been since my death. I can tell it has been thousands of years.
- (Year #### Month ## Day ##)
I thought that I would be stuck in this state forever since choosing someone for this mission wouldn't be easy, but it seems like that's not the case.
Fate seems to have connected me to this unfortunate child.
Although my story indeed ended without the closure of finishing my mission, a part of me hopes he does.
Not for any noble reason, because to me, he is nothing more than an epilogue to put an end to my story.
After that, I can finally go to sleep for eternity.
- (Year #### Month ## Day ##)
It's been a few years being with this child and somehow I find myself warming up to him.
I never had any family or friends in my life so I wouldn't know how to explain my feelings for him, but I guess the words son or disciple would be the closest thing to it.
My thoughts about him have changed as well.
From believing he was a part of my story, an epilogue, to knowing that he something more.
I watched as he grew, cried, laughed, loved, and trained.
I watched him work harder than others when he didn't have to.
I watched as he grew from a naive boy into a mature man.
Sometimes I can't even imagine how such a young boy became something better than me.
However, I have no jealousy toward him.
He might not be a part of my story, but that doesn't mean they aren't connected.
He is My Legacy after all.
So, I'll start where everything began.
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Night fell on the city of Drayton as the sun went down. That did not dampen the city's lively mood as it was illuminated by lights on the towering buildings.
The passing breeze refreshed the men and women as they continuously walked up and down the busy streets returning home or going out.
The city's beauty gave off the illusion that everything was perfect.
The clean streets and buildings, the law-abiding citizens, and the happy children playing, but like most things in this world, everything has a dark side.
In a corner of the city far away from its wondrous beauty were the slums.
Unlike the technologically advanced parts of the city where the middle and upper class lived the slums were the opposite.
It could barely be called a town with how unstable everything was.
In a part near the edge of the slums, bordering the low-class area, a young boy who looked no older than 12 was currently running away from what could only be described as a mob.
Unlike most kids in the slums, he wasn't malnourished, and even with the dirt and sweat on his face, you could tell he would look handsome.
Normally when a kid his age would be getting chased by a group of 20 huge men they would be scared, beg for mercy, or apologize for whatever they did to upset this group, but the boy's lavender eyes were calm.
"You better stop and return the item thief." A man who was holding a bat said in between breaths. "Running will just make it worst when we catch you."
"That's if you can catch me." The boy muttered while speeding up.
He knew that if he was caught he would regret it. The item he stole was too precious to not steal and if the rumors about it were true he might be able to turn his sister's life around.
The distance between the boy grew and the group grew desperate. If they returned to their boss without the item they might die.
"Brat you better come back if not something might happen to that slut of a mom you have." A fat man who looked like he could fall any second said making the boy stop in his tracks. Making sure to hit the iron when it was hot the man continue. "Or maybe I should taste your sister first a young and pure virgin might make my day better." He licked his lips before making a disgusted expression and spitting because sweat got into his mouth.
The boy stood still and stared at the ground as the group caught up to him. The other men of the group started laughing while surrounding the boy. Some threw taunts at the boy while others spit on him.
The strongest man was quiet as he looked at the man who talked about raping a child in disgust. He had a daughter too and the man's expression as he talked about raping the boy's sister who was around the age of his daughter disgusted him.
"Oliver gives us the item back and the boss will forgive you. Although you will have to pay us some extra cash too. Give it up now to save yourself from a beating." Harold the name of the strongest person in the group stepped up as he saw the boy was still looking at the ground.
"What did you say about my family," Oliver said as he looked up and stared at fat with a bulging stomach. The man had a big nose and forehead with dark brown hair while giving Oliver a condescending look.
Everyone called this man fat Joe. He was the son of the boss and was only good for eating and fucking. Normally he wouldn't be included in the chase of Oliver, but the 22-year-old man hated him with a passion. He was lazy, ugly, and fat opposite of the young handsome, and hardworking Oliver who was always praised.
He created a rumor that the item Oliver stole was something precious when it was just an antique his dead grandfather gifted his father. The only reason for his father sending this many men to get the item that they believe to be important was because Joe told his father this was a spit on their face and people would believe stealing from them would be ok.
This was his grand plan and now that Oliver stole something from the gang they wouldn't take Oliver back in, meaning he could harm Oliver's family without consequences.
"I said after I finish with you I will fuck your mother and sister in front of your face." Joe laughed with a lustful expression.
Not able to contain his rage anymore Oliver charged straight at Joe. "Yes come to get your beating kid," Joe said as he watch Oliver charge toward him. Feeling that he should give the boy false hope he let the kid get a hit on him right on his stomach.
"You're weaker than I thought that barley pricked." He said with a frown before punching Oliver in the face which made the boy's vision distort.
"Damn fucking hard-ass head," Joe said as he rubbed his hand and looked at the men around him staring at him with expressions of shock and fear.
'Yes fear me, lowly peasants.' He thought in excitement men as the men looked with fear. He loved the faces they made. It made him feel even more superior to them.
"What are you looking at strip him and get the artifact back... huh." He looked towards Oliver to see the boy looking at him with a horrified expression and a bloody knife in his hand.
'Why do I still feel pain.' He placed his hand on the spot Oliver hit him to find blood coming flowing out of it like a river.
"You... stabbed me," Joe said as he fell to his knees he could feel himself slowly losing strength. He took one last look at Oliver before he died and could have sworn he saw the boy smile.
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