So far in his life shell has only 4 regrets. When his father died he chose to burn his merchant's cart in honor of his memory. Instead of keeping it at the time, he wanted to do something as a show a respect but in his later years he realized that now he has nothing to remember the life he once loved and the people who had left him behind. Then there was a time he was separated from his mother. He had one opportunity to say goodbye but his pettiness and pride wouldn't allow him to look around the eyes and nice she had disappeared from him never to be seen again. That was a second regret but nothing compared to his third regret for the sin he committed. After his father's death, he didn't have any more guardians. When his father married his mother, a woman who act drakian his grandparents disowned his father and my extension ignore his kin having no one he was forced into an orphanage. Funny enough he would have there ended out there anyways once he always considering he's an armory. When he first arrived at the rundown building that resembled the small school house, he noticed that there was a small array of children of different walks of Life. The kids would distance themselves from him being the new kid. Sam would bully him. Others would ask why he preferred pig bones versus cow bones. No matter what exchanges they made, it would always give the same results The distance between him and the other kids would always grow wider and wider the loneliness of failing to connect with anyone caused them to spend his days in the woods. He would simply find a tree climb up. It make him sound comfortable and either watch the wildlife clay out around him or taken out at the time the father in charge of the orphanage would come seeking them out. Worrying about his lack of socializing with the other children whenever he would ask shell about it. There would be no response. He would simply look at the father. Pity this man for feeling obligated to worry. Then return to either napping or watching nature. One day shows wanted a wolf pup injured in alone. Curious. He started absorbing it on the first day it showed up. It was injured and dying. Not wanting his new way entertainment to go away so soon. He decided to give a helping hand. You had a little better lunch away in a sack. He'd keep with them at all times. He dropped some of the dried meats. One to the ground the baby wolf would at first be cautious of the mysterious following meats, but after sensing no signs of danger it would eat it. Zane hide a bush to see comfort to rest the next day. The wolf was added again. It was still injured and struggling them all around. It tried hunting a bird that was braising on the forest. Four the bird Ed first did noticed the wolf trying to seek Apple on it but the wolf was 2 comes injured and them bribe was starting to catch on wanting to boost its ego shell picked up. Eric, on the ground he got a little closer aligned to mature without being noticed and struck one of the birds wings. It was so fast. The bird can respond and with an injured Wing it couldn't fly away when the wolf pounced on it having successfully obtained another meal the baby wolf grabbed on to the bird with its now and dragged it into its bush. 2 days later the wolf is doing better. A lot of its wounds were closed in the up and it was being Ed properly and capable of hunting on its own now. Shells still spent his free time watching a little guy without bail observing daily motion which now to pass the time to him one day the father tried. Once again reason with shell about the pros of getting along with the other kids. Unfortunately that was the same day. Shell was observing the wolf and the father witnessed it feeling obligated to do something considering the risk he took shell away and informed the hunters of the nearby threat. The father would Force shell remain by his side. He understood the man was looking out for his best interests but the wolf was the best thing that ever happened to him him and wanted nothing more than to keep it safe as things. So one night he snuck out while the hunters were still looking for the wolf. He tracked the thing down to try and guide it out of drakeian territory but by the time you found the wall it was too late. Several hunters had it quartered seeing that he had failed his first instage was to go home having his after it's spoiled and seeing the wolf scared cornered them alone, he felt obligated to see it all the way out. He watched as they finish it off till its last breath. Since it's a wolf, the hunters decided to spread out and move the corpse there for now, making sure there weren't any other wolves in the area. At that moment shell decided to get closer to wanted to say his goodbyes. He knew the wolf didn't know him, but he know the wolf all too well as of that closer before her Jackie into addiction he picked up a single flower, tied it to the wolf's ankle. Then dowsed the wolves pelt in a little balming oil as a sound effect you stood there for as long as you could to let the moment to mention his mind, but he started to hear someone coming before he could retreat. He was captured by his wrist thinking it was a hunter. He tried to struggle as much as he could but when his eyes met he was surprised to find a peculiar man a homeless guy war with clothes so ragged you'd think he was in a fight against a monsoon of moths and on his back with something odd. A giant gourd that seems to be admitting a peculiar sensation judging Aura that seems to urgent to either drink it or be drawn into it. Lining his mind taken this man's presence. His body stopped moving not of his own accord and his mine were more and more fuzzy well as it felt like everything about him was on display for that man. That's sensation that could only be described as scrutiny at its finest. A piece of his mind is trying to remind him of something something pertaining to this individual and all of his existence. But he couldn't focus in enough to come to that conclusion. The man looked him oneself and then looked over the wolf. He snushed the air

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Judgment: balming oil

The name ooked at the wolf's ankle then looked back at Shell. He looked at Shell's Palm and gave it a whiff Shell. Wanted to feel repulsed at that, but his mind was incapable of such a independent thought. But the fact that he thought it he could feel was on display. The man let go of shell and he fell to the ground. His legs refused to cooperate, not that they were broken nor was he paralyzed. His legs just felt as though there was no point they weren't in danger nor would it look good in the eyes of the greatest judge ever to exist every part of his body wanted to display just who he was as a person and not how he felt in the moment. The man coward over him scanned the forest took in a deep breath. Let out a settle, laugh drag into his pocket. Dropped a small bag onto him.

Judgment: open it!

The command bearing some importance to him. He did as instructed. Inside was a piece of steel. A moderate piece of steel. Not big enough to overbear his Palm but in act to fit into the center like the size of a slightly larger Marble he felt like he knew what to do with it his body instinctively walked over to the Wolf's corpse. He could feel it. His body always being forced to feel it. There was Mana, not a lot nor and now for what he was trying to do question that he had to ask themselves. What exactly is he trying to do? He doesn't know. All he knows is this man his presence, his existence! He's compelling him to do something thing that he knows how to do yet he doesn't know how to do it standing over the quips holding the marble in his hand. He couldn't help but feel confused at help with us. His body uncontrollably looked back at the man.

Judgment: what oh you need mana well I guess I got enough spare for you but it'll cost you.

The man walked over to Shell placed his hand. One shells back and the man pushed mana into Shell's body Shell could feel it mana enter them of mana a small half pint of it leaked out. His body was incapable of retaining mana for long periods of time, but the amount was enough to do what he had to do. He guided the mana through his body, tempering it for his needs them doing something new. He could feel himself molding the steel, changing it warming something unique his hands without of a sculped her and the metal was his clay shaping away with the metal and cleaving the pieces that hagley used who couldn't retain enough mana leaving on the a pure and a natural form when he was done a new instinct to go with one hand held the object he had created the other radiated a a critical and unforgiving he dug that he owned beep into waffles chest pulling out. It's hard. He then fused it with the object creating an uncontrollable on Mount of Manor more than their original was buried the new and improved heart back into the wolf as he did that the wolf's body be empty heel. The wolves eyes began to twitch and shells now the end. I know he might had under his breath from this Dave forward right your name shall be Ken. Return to me when you are ready. The Wolf's ears twitched in acknowledgment and a set of voice crossed shells mind

Ken: who are you and why do you save me?

Shell doesn't give him a response. He simply smiles and turns away leaving the whoop to heal its wounds. He grabs one of its legs and drives it away from the spot where he died. The wolf clearly did not like it but didn't have the strength to resist and shell drags him to a moderately sized cave further away outside of the border of the drakeian Territory and informs him. He'll be safe here while he heals and then leaves as he exits the cave. He realizes the mysterious man is still with him.

Judgment: I understand now. When I first observed the two of you, it seemed that you were simply toying with the wolf for your own amusement, but you do show them more and a willingness to take responsibility for those you influence. Fascinating! I like it but now I must judge the father. Once I judged him, I shall decide what to do with the both of you. In appreciation for the site you've given me, I shall give you two nights to recuperate and I can't allow you to warn the priest. So I shall repress this memory so that you know it exists but are incapable of manifesting the thought.

Hand over shell head an unrelenting Aura blows out of him and coats his body Shell's eyes widen at the sight.

Judgment: I guess it's rude of me to go so far with an individual without offering a moniker. I believe the people of this generation call me The pillar of judgment AKA the 22nd King who ruled after Solomon Nice to meet you.

Confused and shocked Shell tries to grasp everything that's happened but no matter how much he tried, his mind refused to focus. The strange aura began to consume his body and with it his mind.