Hesitantly at first, I stepped into the valley, my feet complaining at the chilly snow. For a second I contemplated just returning to the estate. Nothing was keeping me here. Nothing was even drawing me in. But, was there anything for me back at the estate?

I suppose there was Meemauy. But, why had she not even come to visit yet? Why did she let that man judge me so? Why? Why? Why did my army have to die? Why did that Trial have to be so hard and lacking in rewards? So lacking that I had no reply to that man?

And why, in all the worlds, was I so weak…I couldn’t fight against the Chimera. I could barely fight the beasts. The man had been controlling me like it was nothing and I couldn’t even protest. I had even forgotten Arlun and Carmil…did they even survive? I suppose they would hate me now. I did lead their comrades to death after all.

Unable to walk anymore, I fell to my knees and began crying. Why? Why? Why was it always like this? Why could I never just have happiness? Why did things never go according to plan? Why was there a trick in every plan? Something I could never account for?

Why? Why? Why? Tell me Life! Answer me! As I stood up, screaming into the air, Answer me! Answer me! The snow rose with me. It darkened the sky, creating a hail-ish atmosphere. Perhaps I should have felt chilly or run away in fear, but at that moment I felt only anger and frustration.

After a while, even my screams quieted. The lack of response killed my motivation. And yet my frustration was not spent, and something deeper was rearing its head.

Tell me, oh tell me Life, my good friend,

Why do you so often rend?

Why do I have not peace,

And why is happiness such a tease

Oh tell me, oh tell me now!

The snow began swirling in the air, twisting around me as I stepped into the air.

Tell me, oh tell me why,

Why do the people have to suffer so?

Why did my maker, the slave have to die so?

Why oh why does humanity feel,

The need to harm the innocent even across the veil?!

Oh tell me, oh tell me now!

The snow began coalescing into hard ice. Forming a floor, walls and a winding staircase around me.

Tell me, oh tell me why,

Why does the world feel the need,

To judge every act and need,

As if even feelings were a crime,

And all mistakes an unforgivable waste of time!

Oh tell me, oh tell me now!

Tell me, oh tell me why,

Why should I believe?

Believe that things shall be better if I just kneel,

That if I bow my head and hear,

What is said by all those near,

Like that man that made me eyes tear,

I shall succeed!!!

Oh tell me, oh tell me now!

The first floor formed, a Brick in a circle surrounded by flowers seemed to adorn the main hall. The symbol was on every icy banner, at the centre of the floor. It was me.

Tell me, oh tell me what,

Tell me what I am supposed to be!

Am I the friend to many?

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Alone yet held dear by many?

Or am I the forgotten lord?

There but silent and unadorned?

Oh tell me, oh tell me now!

Another floor formed, a bit smaller but no less grand than the first one.

Tell me, oh tell me what,

Tell me what I am supposed to be!

The obedient son of Arlfords,

A pawn to their palms and powers?

Or the disobedient brat,

Free but by his family spat?

Oh tell me, oh tell me now!

Flowers and vines of ice appeared on the growing palace, adorning it.

Tell me, oh tell me who,

Tell me who I should be!

Who am I?

Why am I?

And where am I supposed to be?!

Oh tell me, oh tell me now!

The second floor coalesced, making it a three story building.

Tell me, oh tell me!

Calm this wondering mind of mine,

Let me end this rhyme,

Answer me!!!

Oh Answer me!

Oh please tell me, oh tell me now…

Tell me now…

And just like that, a small three storey palace of ice now stood in the valley.

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I woke up shivering in the cold. A hall of ice stood around me. A large banner starring a brick with flowers growing on it in a circle. It was a strange symbol. But it seemed to be mine now.

A blinking icon in the corner of my eyes informed me that I had more notifications. Guess it was time to deal with more notifications.

You have performed the song of forever.

Cache detected… loading cache…

Cache? What was cache? And why was it loading?

Hello Singer,

I hope that you know what I am talking about, but I must act as if the heritage of Algrea is lost. A Singer in Algrea is one who has sung the song of forever, more commonly known as the first magic of Algrea. It predates the civilization and culture of Algrea.

The Song of Forever, is one that expresses an emotion. It can even be more than one. But there is emotion. Emotion strong enough that it resonates with the world of Algrea itself, rendering all constructs and spells cast permanent and of seemingly natural origin. It is one of the only ways to create a natural occuring object. Why is it so hard to make it? Because no matter how you duplicate it, the object will never be fully synced with the world's mana, it will be synced with yours.

The Song of Forever on the other hand does not do that, the Song is capable of great feats, but finds itself buried in history due to it's impractical nature. While normal emotional resonance is hard, not impossible to force, it's more cultured and powerful big brother, The Song of Forever can only be experienced. There is no pattern, no predicting it. There is however learning from it.

The Song only comes when some emotion close to the core of your being is triggered. It shall reveal something about you, relieve you of your traumas and give you one very powerful trait [Spirit Healer]. Wounds to the spirit are notoriously hard to heal and considered crippling in many societies. Now, you may heal such wounds if inflicted on yourself. It is also possible that you may,in time be able to heal others' wounds but the fact that despite millions of Singers having emerged since the birth of the Banmeru race only two emergee with this ability makes your wielding this ability unlikely.

I hope this helped your journey,

Programmer (NOT creator) of the System Iterion 1

P. S. -> Always remember, it is Banmeru to rhyme.

So, I had attracted the attention of… what was a programmer? A fancy servant? But the not creator part suggests that the position was more powerful… Maybe an assistant? Anyways, I had more notifications to go through

Congratulations! The class [the known] has achieved completion. As the first person to achieve completion in this cycle you gain access to a roulette of items.

Due to the completion of your quest, the rewards have been increased.

The roulette has been switched to a collection of more important but less numerous items.

Computing…the roulette is over.

The item is: egg incubator.

[Egg incubator] : this device can be used to incubate the young of any species, regardless of their possibly mammalian nature. 'If it does not have a shell, it will make one' is one of the features of the incubator

…

What about the rest of the features system? Ugh… I'll just ignore you and go to the last notification. It's not as if an incubator is of much use anyway

You have, threw the song of forever, activated a Quest.

This quest, by the virtue of being the result of such powerful magic, shall hold great importance.

Quest: Who am I?

Transmigrated, transformed, you are at a loss. You seek your purpose, your identity.

Rewards: Unknown. Be warned, even the System cannot predict them.

So… another quest? And what happened to the completion notification? Did you eat it, System? Anyways. I'll deal with this later. Now, I return to the estate. Time to go back to school and away from this heartless family of mine