Zach Dragor was a skinny boy of 15, almost a man, but not quite there yet. He was 150 pounds soaking wet and around 6 foot 5. Thin as a twig with about as much use when it came to helping around the farm he lived on. On this farm he was not alone. Accompanied by his father and mother along with a plethora of farm animals.
His father used to be a famous martial artist until he met an unfortunate event that dropped him back into the mortal realm of fighters. Luckily he was able to keep most of his physical strength which made owning a farm extremely easy. Zach shared many similarities with his father. Black hair with bright blue eyes that seemed like an endless ocean, fair skin that seemed like the gods had taken the best silk they could find to make a body out of, although not quite as tall as his father he was not far off.
Zach’s mother gifted him with her fair facial features. Strong cheek bones with a solid yet not overbearing jawline. Eyebrows that gave a constant pleasant expression on his face. By far he resembled his mother the most. Now don’t get confused, his mother may have strong features but she seemed more like a proud woman that exuded a natural aura of strength and grace. Luckily Zach got these as well.
Zach was always trying to be like his father in every way. He wanted to train as a martial artist. He wanted to be manly. He wanted a beautiful woman by his side, or women, he didn’t care as long as they fit his type. Now don’t go and say that he was sexist, that is simply untrue. Zach just understood that if a woman was going to be by his side then he must at the very least be attracted to them, otherwise things would just get awkward.
Every day he would practice with his father for a small amount of time. It wasn’t that he didn’t understand the martial arts that his father taught him but more of the fact that he couldn’t physically continue. To further frustrate him, his own body constantly became weaker and weaker. Eventually his parents decided to take him to the nearest healer in a small town that was 20 miles away.
His parents on this fateful day loaded up a carriage, that was normally used for cabbage and other produce, with clothes and padding for Zach to lay on. His condition had deteriorated to the point that walking for 15 min would cause severe bodily harm. The trip went smoothly and in about 5 hours they had reached the village.
There was no wall that surrounded the village in case of any dangers that came from the forest surrounding it. Instead almost everyone was trained in some way to fight against the feral beasts and bandits that attacked. It was relatively peaceful, minus the constant clang of metal on metal as people practiced their martial arts.
Zach of course was extremely excited to go into this gem of a village and meeting all the martial artists. He also hoped beyond hope that a cure could be found for his affliction.
At the healers house.
“I’m sorry. He probably wont live past his teens, 21 tops. His body is an extreme yang type. This type of body literally burns life away as the practice martial arts. I doubt that even the high sects of this world could even help him.” The old healer said.
With tears running down their faces the couple and son that were in the house left. This was naturally Zach and his parents. To be told that you will die soon is obviously a huge blow to your mental fortitude, however oddly enough Zach was much better off than his parents. After all he was born like this, might as well just enjoy that all life had to offer right? That was his thinking at least. Fortunately this was the perfect way to be for unbeknownst to him this mentality made a vast shift in the cosmic universe.
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Such pure and unbiased thoughts attracted a god. Not an omnipotent and all powerful god, but a god of making laws. Sure he was powerful, but only in making laws that others could use for he could never use what he made. This situation made him have the same mindset of our young hero. Of course this type of mindset wasn’t uncommon but the intensity that Zach had about living whatever life he had was the second only mindset out there, the other being this god. Naturally the god felt a kinship to Zach.
Naturally this god didn’t want anyone to know about his sudden interest in this boy so he decided to mask his presence and apply to become a helping hand on the farm that the family owned. Of course Zach’s father agreed immediately since Zach was unable to help anymore.
Now you may ask why. You may ask what was so important about this boy. The answer is simply nothing. Zach was just a fleeting fancy to this god.
As the god, who went with the name of Oliver, lived at the farm he began to appreciate the simple life that they had. He enjoyed this labor, the back breaking work and the self-satisfaction of finishing a long day of hard work.
Sadly though, it wouldn’t last. Beasts were common at the farm and Zach’s father would constantly fight them off. After almost a year on the farm Oliver(the god) felt a large group of beasts approaching, it was a beast flood. Oliver could do nothing for the family since he was not allowed to interfere with destiny.
Destiny is a fickle mistress. Sometimes she brought great fortune, others unbelievable pain. In this case it was a little of both. See destiny brings people together, not for a specific purpose but for a large goal. No one will know this goal, but in this case Oliver did understand that it was a part of his destiny to meet Zach. So in the laws that restricted all gods, which Oliver wrote, he could only help Zach.
Zach naturally had no idea as to what was happening when he heard the thunderous howls and growls of the beast flood. His father on the other hand… well he knew very well exactly what was happening. With a heavy heart the most he could do was try and buy some time. As his father left the house to confront the flood he told Zach and his mother to flee, however as soon as they stepped through the door they realized that they were completely surrounded.
With nowhere to escape Zach’s father turned and tightly held his family close. Silent tears fell like rain on all of their faces as they awaited this unjust death. All they could hope for was a swift death.
Oliver sent a message to the father and mother, letting them know about himself and the fates that brought him to their son. He offered to save Zach but he told them how they would have to stay. As any parent would they agreed immediately, no hesitation. They each kissed Zach on the cheek and said good bye.
Just as the beasts leaped across the last couple of feet to attack, Zach disappeared, he was lucky to not have to watch the grisly death of his family and instead his last memory of them was like all his memories. Full of love and acceptance.
Thousands of miles away Zach appeared with Oliver next to him. With no idea as to how, where or why any of this happened Zach fainted on the spot from the grief and pain of his soul. While Zach was out Oliver took a knife he had hidden in his sleeve and slit his wrist.
“WITH MY BLOOD I GIVE TO YOU MY LAST LAW AND LEGACY.” Oliver’s voice rumbled throughout the cosmos, creating waves of panic as only the gods understood what was happening.
Oliver had actually been waiting to gift a lucky soul the most profound law he could come up with. A law that would change that person’s life and make them something more. As he cut himself he poured all his blood and essence into Zach’s mouth, quite disgusting but hey he’s a god.
This is where our story really begins. It is a good story. Happy, sad and much more. Life in this world was fleeting, where the strong ruled and the week died. This is how the weakest became the strongest. Climbing over the bodies of gods and beasts alike, all to reach perfection.