-Break-

30 years ago

Location: City of Ceathairéad Miongháire

In a city that is only rubble in the present day countlessly people run around trying to simply get on with their days, but they all struggle immensely because there is barely any space to move.

The people in the area are as abundant as air, and even though the city is quite large it is still barely able to handle the mind-bulging amount of people who run through its streets.

And in those streets lies a group of kids who are beating on another group.

Taking a punch to my face I fall to the ground and as I do the beetle brothers shout, “ABBÁN!”

As they hover over me, the group of boys a few years older than me say, “That’s what you pests get for making me spill my food over myself.”

Proteus says, “We apologized!”

One of the other boys says, “Do you think that’s good enough.”

Another says, “You shouldn’t even be in this city.”

Malachy says, “This city is a shared area!”

The boy who hit me stomps his foot against the ground and breaks it, says, “We share this land with you out of mercy, but we barely have any land to live now thanks to your kind. And despite all of that fucking kindness you pests can’t just keep to yourselves, and even demand we have to share this city despite having your fair share.”

Angered, I stand up and say, “Fair? Kindness? Among all the land in Nialathrú, your people own eighty per cent, all of the Major cities are owned exclusively by your kind or are shared area, and despite that, you still think that is fair, that is kindness?”

“The fact that you Fanalis are allowed to live after the abuse that you put us through is mercy enough.”

“I DIDN’ T DO ANYTHING!”

“You carry their blood, so you carry their sins, their legacy.”

“If you hate them so much, then I will send you to go meet them, then you can take it out on them!”

I attack but my blow is easily deflected, and I am hit again. As I see his spirit energy flow around him he says, “This is the power that your people can’t even use. But if you apologize I might be willing to let you off easy!”

“No way in hell.”

“Ok have it your way.”

As he strikes me he hits me again and again. I know I should just apologize and go away, but I can’t, I just can’t let him get away with attacking me and all of my friends like this. I can’t let him get away with thinking he has a right to hurt us.

Seeing the spirit energy surging in his fist I close my eyes prepared for the worst, but then I hear and sound, and quickly opening my eyes, I see someone kicking the boy in the face, a child just like me.

He looks like the other Tuatha Dé Dannan and is a scorpion beastkin, and his eyes and hair indicate he has a legacy.

“A legacy! The boys who were just fighting us ask.

Putting his hands up towards the sky he says, “I am not just a mere legacy, what I truly am is the lone one who is capable of walking the path of the messiah, I am the greatest in all of creation, Dumnorix!”

As he speaks light falls from the sky and lands beside him creating a sort of spotlight. Seeing this light fall beside him Dumnorix falls to the ground with tears in his eyes, and says, “I failed to call the heavenly light upon me!”

Then like a child he cries and rolls around on the floor, throwing a tantrum saying, “I am supposed to be the greatest in all creation, so why won’t the heavens respond!!!!!!!”

The older boy sick of Dumnorix runs towards him and prepares to strike him, but he moves out of the way and then with his scorpion tail strikes one of the boys in the neck making him instantly collapse.

The other boy tries to attack him from the back, but he dodges again and then strikes the other boy with his tail which causes him to collapse as well.

Standing over their bodies, Dumnorix says, “Don’t worry, I can’t make it poisonous yet, so it will wear off in a couple of hours and you will be able to move.”

Dumnorix then turns to face me, and in response, I say, “What do you want!” Aggressively.

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Stretching out his hand, with a shining light radiating from his eyes, he says, “Your bravery when facing those bullies shook me to my core, so I as chosen by the heavens also elect you to be chosen by the heavens, come and join me as my friend!”

Grabbing me, the Beetle brothers run away a high speed.

Proteus says, “I thought we were going to die!

While crying Malachy, says, “I am so happy we are alive!”

Proteus says, “I promise I will get really strong so no one can pick on us again!”

“ME TOO!”

As the Beetle brothers talk I zone them out, because the only thing I can focus on is the boy who just saved us. He had an incredibly plain face, but despite that, he truly did feel like a heavenly messenger.

“ABBÁN,” The beetle brothers shout in unison.

“Oh yes, I know the both of you will be strong.”

And just like that the beetle brothers with Abbán run from the city of Ceathairéad Miongháire to a city that also existed long ago, the city of Cróga Soilsithe, the place where Abbán’s house currently stands in the current day.

The journey lasts them five hours including all of the breaks they take, but during those long five hours at no point during that journey were they not in view of at least one thousand people at a time.

-Break-

Location: Cróga Soilsithe

Waving the beetle brothers off, I turn and prepare to enter my house and when I do, I say, “Mommy, Daddy, I am home.”

When I enter the door, I see my mother a Moth Fanalis drunk and trying to grab a bottle out of my father a Kola Fanalis hand.

Seeing me my mother still drunk runs to me and says, “Abbán your papa is bullying me! Wait you injured what happened to you!”

“I got into a fight.”

“Huh, who did this to you? Did you win?”

“A bunch of boys, and by the end of it they were all left on the ground screaming.” A little lie, but I know it will make Mom say.

“GOOD ON YOU MY LITTLE MAN! Now go tell your mean daddy to give me back my bottle.”

My dad whacking my mom on the head says, “Don’t use your child as a tool!”

On the floor, my mother throws a drunken fit and as this goes on, my father says, “Please go check on your brother Abbán.”

“Ok,” I say as I run towards my brother.

In the middle of of house lies a big golden egg, and encased within it is my little brother, I put my hand against the egg, and say, “I hope you had a good day, Dillion because your brother food his hardest for you.”

Turning my head to my dad who is giving a piggyback ride to my mother, I ask, “When is Dillion going to walk up, it’s been a few weeks since he was laid?”

“It seems your younger brother has inherited traits from the eclipse ant. An incredibly powerful Wonderbeast that grows stronger the longer they stay in that state, before being birth. So we have to keep him like that for a few years or even decades, till he becomes super strong.”

“But I want him to hatch, I want to play with him!”

“No can do, he is our little prized possession, and anyway he will hear all you say to him, so just keep on talking.”

“I see.”

My mother on my dad's back says, “You really are adorable, unlike my husband here,” While swing on my dad back, and eventually falling off.

As my mom is on the floor, I ask, “What is wrong with her?”

“We just had a bad day at work, being politicians is a rather frustrating job when your opinion is in the minority.”

My mom on the floor in a drunken tone says, “Those bastards are just greedy scheming demons! First us Fanalis agree to only eat lower-class animals and insects over generations to give the Tuatha more power.

Then they requested more land so they could reproduce, and increase their numbers to again even out our power after the losses they took, which made them take all of the major cities and farmable areas.

Then they asked us to stop using spirit energy since our bodies were already far stronger than their weak frail bodies, and then when we complained that these restrictions were getting unfair, they started accusing us our trying to gain power to start another war.

We shared our powers as leaders of the nation and gave them seats in our government, splitting the power fifty-fifty, but through the use of their whore, and their gigolo they took over our hours which held seats, and now hold more power than us.

The Fanalis who beat and oppressed them are all long gone, and we are trying our best to make up for it, but now they keep pressing and pressing and pressing, and making us feel ashamed of our power, stripping us of the title of Tuatha Dé Dannan and calling us Fanalis instead.

We gave them an inch and they intend to take everything, all of them are irredeemable scum, and having to deal with them every day makes me think my answers were right to keep them as pets.”

As my mom finishes her rant, my father says, “That’s enough out of you honey let’s get you to bed.” Turning to me, my father says, “Abbán go outside and get ready.”

“Ok!” I say with my mother's words still flowing through the back of my head.

-Break-

With a wooden sword in hand, my father swings at me, and I dodge away, but my father screams, “Don’t dodge the attack meet it!”

“Right!” I say going in to meet his sword.

Me and my father clash again and again with spirit energy blows until my sword breaks and I fall to the ground.

Kicking my sword over to me, my father says, “Get up!”

On the verge of crying, I say, “It has been three hours, I am tired Dad.”

Sighing, he sits down and says, “OK then, I will give you some time to recoup.”

As I get up and try to catch my breath, my father says, “The Nord dragonfly which you are a wonderbeast of, has a rubbery and stretched body, so take advantage of that when taking blows.”

“I am sorry, I will try hard,” I say with my head hanging low.

“Don’t be discouraged, I am not berating you, but simply telling you how to improve. These skills will save yours, and the other lives.”

“I know.”

“These training sessions we go through are tough, but we have no choice they have banned us from studying spirit arts, so our only option to retain it is to teach you boys at night, speaking of that I don’t hear the beetle brothers crying like usual?”

“They promised me they were going to get stronger.”

“I see, that’s rather good for us considering both of them are sonic beetle wonderbeasts. If they train hard they may be our strongest warriors someday. But without a doubt, you will be our strongest.”

Walking over to me, my dad puts his hand on my head and says, “Since you were chosen by the messiah and Danu and granted a legacy. Has anyone at school found out?”

“No, it is hard for others to see the colour of my eyes due to the type of beastkin I am, and having no hair also helps.”

With a kind smile, my father says, “That’s good to hear, so now let’s start again, but this time use your legacy. Because one day you and your younger brother will be our weapons against that lesser beastkin, won't you?”

“I will!” I say feeling the pride he takes in me.

As we start to clash again, I resolve myself. I will become the strongest and deal with those pests myself!