THE BEGINNING

In the vast land beyond the highest mountain lived a group of people who were isolated from the world and indulge themselves in alchemy. There were many group of them who lived across the world every one of them indulge in their own desire. Although they had greater knowledge than a average human they weren't ignorant of it and used it for the betterment of other's lives. They were beautiful people with white hair and blue eyes which set them apart from the rest of the world. They were called the Devas.

"Mom? Are the Devas real?"

"Yes they are son. They are the embodiment of God's. They don't interfere in the life of mortals like us and live their own life peacefully but that doesn't mean they won't ever interfere."

"So are they bad people?"

"Not at all, there might be some Devas who use their power for selfish reasons but there are good Devas as well who only live for peace and love.

"Wow will I ever get to meet them?"

"I wonder son, if the god's willing it then of course you will."

"I see.. I hope.. I get to meet them.."

"Goodnight son."

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"Splash!..splash!.."

"Y... n..e... o.. ve" ".. son"

Hah... Still the same dream, why do I keep having these nightmares, I'm not scared of water anymore, then why.

"Valor! The breakfast is ready!"

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"Coming Mom!"

I ran towards the kitchen as soon as I washed up, taking in the aroma of freshly made seafood emanating from the table where the food were placed.

As I took a bite in, the chewy and savory taste of the fish filled my mouth I gasp and took another bite as I was filled with satisfaction.

"Pfft.. haha slow down Valor there's still a lot of it left you can have as much as you want."

"Bu.. but mom this tastes so good that my hands won't stop moving."

"Fufu is that so? Aren't I amazing? Who's the best mom!?"

"You!!!" I shouted as we both ended up laughing again, having the rest of the breakfast and sharing laughs and giggles with my mom I then went back to my room to prepare the stuff for today's work.

I've been working since I was 5, Mom always tries to stop me but I want to support her in any way I can, so we can have a peaceful life. All the people here are really kind as they always offer us some food, woods and sometimes even gems.

I really owe them a lot for all their help.

I started packing my stuff up, I checked it again, Gloves check. Knife check. Water check. Good to go. Walking down my way towards the door I then prepared myself to leave.

"Mom, I'm leaving!"

"Bye son! Take care, did you get your gloves?"

"Yes I did."

"What about the water? Did you get that?"

"Yes I did mom."

"Good make sure you don't overwork and come back home in time alright? There are some wild beasts roaming around in that area right? Make sure you don't get hurt."

"Yes mom, I get it, you say that everyday, it's fine mom I'll be back in no time. Make sure you prepare my favourite berry pie when I get back because I'll be really hungry."

"Of course, I'll prepare it, and you just watch, it will be the best pie you've ever had fufu."

"Haha I look forward to it. Bye mom."

Giving my mom a hug I then left for work.

"Another day for hard work eh?"

The Old Man Eros said as I walked down the path towards the mountains, I nodded back and moved on where then I met Aunt Frigg.

"Here Valor take some Rice balls along with you, work hard and grow up as a fine man understand?"

"Yes Aunt Frigg. I understand I'll grow up and become a strong man!"

"You get it don't you Valor? Whenever I say this to Hela she gets mad at me."

Well of course she's a girl so.. it probably hurt her pride as a girl..

I smiled back at her and then moved on as I waved back at Uncle Kvasir, Miss Eir, Grandma Alethea and others as they completely went out of sight.

- It's finally time to introduce myself, I'm Valor. Son of Freyja. I'm 12 years old and I'm growing really fast. I've been living with my mom all this time. It's always been the two of us but I never felt lonely, the people here are all kind and lovely and my mom is the best mom ever. But all of it has to come to end someday because the scent of blood always follows the cursed one.

This is the tragic story of my life. The Beginning of my worst Nightmare.

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