The Divine Race, children of the Goddess of Life and the Messengers of the Gods. This race holds significant importance on the Genisis continent as one of the Thirteen Grand Races.
“Mother! Mother! Look,” a small boy with dark skin and naive red eyes revealed his hand covered in dim green light.
The woman beside the boy stumbled backward, dropping everything. Her hands moved to cover her mouth as she looked in horror at the boy.
The Seedlings are not true children of the gods. They were gifts from the Goddess of Life to each of the Gods. Although the true origin of the Seedlings is only known to the gods, all races understand that the Goddess of Life played a significant role in each of the races' creations.
“We saw that child use life essence to heal the old man.”
“No! He can’t use essence! He is just a child!”
“We will believe you for now, but we will watch that child.”
The chance of a Divine Race child being born is very minuscule, but every race on Genisis has a chance to give birth to a child that can control the gift of life essence.
“You lying…”
“No! I promise…”
“It’s too late; his eyes show signs of life essence. He is part of the Divine Race, not ours.”
“No! My baby! Leave him alone!”
“He is a monster and should not stay here. Let those in the Divine Race take it.”
“We sent a message to the Blaze Race to get the Divine Race here immediately.”
“How long?”
“A few days.”
“Lock it up until they get here… and don't let that woman anywhere near it.”
“MOTHER!”
On rare occasions, children are born to races incompatible with the Divine Race's powers.
“We welcome the emissary of the Divine Race.”
“Where is the poor child?”
“He is here.”
“Why is he in this cage?”
“We can not allow another like Orion…”
“I see… and is this his son.”
“Yes.”
“Well, that is fine. We arrived here before anything could happen. Come with me, Osiris. We, the Divine Race, will help you.”
The boy with dark skin and brilliant green eyes grabbed the outstretched hand before him.
Time passed slowly as the boy and the group made their way to Divine Gate, the home of the Divine Race and the border between the land of Seedlings and the gods.
“Did you see what Master Hermes brought with him?”
“No?”
“Something from the Burning Ash Race!”
“What? Why?”
“The Masters probably don’t want another Orion.”
“Students, return to your positions, please.”
“Yes, Master.”
In the Divine Race, the roles are split between masters and students. When a child was born with the ability to manipulate the power of life essence, they were taken to the Divine Gate to become students under one of the masters. These masters held one student at a time, passing on the knowledge they gained as students to the next generation. Upon completion of the curriculum set by the Elder Masters, the students would be bestowed with the title of master. As masters, they would then have the option to either venture out into Genisis or be appointed as aids or servants to one of the gods.
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“Student Osiris, you will be assigned to Master Hermes. Is this to your liking? If not, we will find another master to teach you.”
“NO! I mean, no, I would like Master Hermes to teach me.”
“Wonderful, then your curriculum starts first thing tomorrow. Just head to room 1535634|// on the three-hundredth floor.”
“Uhh, how do I get there?”
“Oh, right! There are devices that will bring you there; just put in the room number and letters and wait, it will send you directly to the door of the room, but it might take a few hours, so be prepared for that.”
The Divine Race curriculum is straightforward but extensive, typically requiring several hundred years to complete. It starts with the history of the Divine Race, taking between fifty to one hundred years. Then it progresses to essence art which can take a wide range of years, depending on the individual. Finally, it finishes with an overview of all races, focusing on the one you are most likely to aid or work with; this is often more hands-on as they learn as they live with that race.
Osiris walked down a brightly-lit hallway, feeling lonely but wide-eyed as he glanced around. He eventually stopped in front of the door to the room he had been searching for.
"The door is open, child. You may come in," a voice called from the other side.
As Osiris timidly opened the door, he saw a man with long salt-and-pepper hair intently reading a document while wearing something over his eyes. After scanning the room, Osiris realized it was tiny, and he could easily cross it with just a few steps.
"This room will be where all your lessons are held until you become a master," said the man behind the desk, his gaze fixed on the paper he was reading. "The two rooms adjacent to this office are vacant. You can choose either of them, and it will be your room. As a student, you are only allowed one room, so make sure to optimize the space."
“Um, Master Hermes?”
The man gazed at the child, still cowering in the doorway. "I understand," Hermes said as he removed the items from his face and set them aside.
He rose from his seat and approached the boy. "You do not need to be afraid here, child. This isn't a prison, nor is it a punishment. Just relax and be yourself, and everyone will welcome you."
“Um, Master Hermes, I just wanted to know if I could have a bed instead of a desk in my room.”
Hermes coughed, his cheeks red from embarrassment, "Oh, of course, it's your room to do with as you please. But keep in mind that you'll be studying in there for the next few hundred years."
After a week, Osiris had made himself comfortable in his room, eagerly waiting for his studies to start under his new master. However, the days passed in eerie silence, and even after three weeks, there was no sign of his master. Osiris was left to sit and wait while the air in his little room grew stale. It wasn't until two and a half months later that Master Hermes finally knocked on his door.
“Child, it is time for your first lessons. Come to my office, please,” Hermes said from the other side of the door.
Osiris opened his door and saw Hermes waiting outside his office, holding the door open, “Come child, I have spent the last few weeks preparing, and I am quite excited to begin.”
Hermes looked at the boy after both of them entered the room, “First, I would like to introduce myself. I am Hermes, a Master of the Divine Race; I am around six-hundred years old; as for the exact number, I will not say. I have had one student before you, so I will be learning beside you as to how best to teach. And that is all. Now your turn.”
Osiris looked at the man, “That is all nothing else, Master Hermes.”
“Nope, now please tell me about yourself.”
“Oh, Um, Yes, My name is Osiris and…”
Seventy years passed in the blink of an eye as Osiris studied under Master Hermes.
“Wonderful Osiris, you are an excellent student, much better than most of your peers,” Hermes said with a wide smile.
“Thank you, Master.”
“With that, we have finished the first part of your studies thirty years early. So as a final test of the history of the Divine Race, please recite the major points of history from the Divine Race in your perspective.”
“Is that all?”
“Yes, that is all that I want from you. Please hurry; I am quite excited to move on to the next lessons.”
“Um, The Divine Race was created to assist the Goddess of Life with managing all her endeavors…”
“What endeavors?”
“Um… Well, in the time that the Divine Race was created, not all the other Seedling Races existed, yet a long line of gods still needed the ancestral seeds to create a Seedling Race of their own.”
“Good now, continue.”
“Yes, After the death of the Goddess of Life, the Divine Race faced extinction as there was no one who could use the ancestral seed to create more Divine Race Seedlings, but a strange phenomenon happened in another race, and a child was born with the power to control life essence. Although the child died, it set a precedent, and then other races reported the same phenomenon, giving birth to the Divine Race we know today.”
“Wonderful, and what happened to the original Divine Race?”
“They exist only in history… Now the Divine Race comprises many races that can use life essence, the same as the ancient Divine Race.”
“Excellent, What a wonderful summarization of trillions of years of history. I am thoroughly impressed with your points, although I would add more that is me, not you.”
Osiris looked at his master, who had a broad smile, seeing that it made him so proud. The many sleepless nights studying and understanding were well spent.
Hermes looked at his young student with a sly smile, “With this young Osiris, we can move on to the hardest of the materials… Life Essence Arts and manipulation.”