Conscious slowly returns to Rickter, with a since of fatigue, he slowly raised his hand to rub his eyes only to realize something it shouldn’t be this hard to move my hands. Gradually he opened his eyes to find himself in a reddish orange room, but what shocked him even more is the fact that his hands were very small. Confused for a moment, he finally grasps the situation: the place he thought was a room was actually his mother’s belly, and he was a fetus, a growing newborn within her womb. One word came to mind “f***”

Suddenly a women’s voice scolded him in his mind “Bad Rickter, you shouldn’t be cussing especially when you are barely 12 weeks old.”

Ithian?

“Of course it’s me, just wanted to see how you’re doing?”

How I’m doing HOW I’M DOING, I’M A BABY!!!

“Well technically you’re still a fetus” the goddess rebuked “I did tell you that you will still have your memories.”

I don’t know I thought you mean well when I’m older?!! Rickter exclaimed

“Stop being a baby pfftt..” hahahahaehehehe Ithian’s laughter chimed in his mind

Hardy har har he drawled very funny

“Alright alright, just couldn’t help myself” the goddess tried to contain her laughter

Though I’m happy to hear from you, I can’t help but ask what you’re doing in my head

“Well the thing is my child this would be the last time I contact you before you reach the proper age”

You’re leaving a sudden sadness overcame him

“Don’t be sad my child, though you can’t see me, I will always be with you”

Warmth crept in his heart as he hears her words; he couldn’t believe that in such short time she will be leaving. Although their meeting was brief, he felt like the goddess was his own mother. He never knew his mother as she died giving birth to him, his father fell to grief and drowned himself in alcohol. His sadness for his departed love turned into anger at the aspect of the one who tore her from him: his son. A day doesn’t goes by when he wasn’t treating Rickter as trash, beating and slaving the boy for his own drunken pleasure. Never knowing a mother’s love until now only to have it disappear, no one can guess the feelings swarming inside of him.

Ithian guessing what’s on his mind kindly informs him “you’ve been shown pain that no child should ever face. Be at peace my child for the ones who are to be your parents will shower you with love that is greater than mine.” Silence was met at this proclamation, but the goddess didn’t mind, some things one must personally witness to believe.

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“Before I forget I want you to know that you won’t be bored in here.”

Bored? Now that she mentioned it, being in here with nothing to do could probably make him go insane. So what do you have?

“Hehehehe nothing much, just an advice”

Yeah? He asked

“What would you do whenever you’re bored?”

He sighs I would have sword training for a couple of hours before…!!! Stupefy by the thought, he waited for the goddesses confirmation.

“You can start by channeling and gathering your mana”

Mana

The purest of energy gifted by nature itself, only those born with talent can wield these godlike powers, while training in the sternest of ways to push the limits of the human body.

But shouldn’t this be impossible? Only when one is at the proper age to contain the power can they develop mana. The youngest to achieve this was an ancestor of King James who was at ten years old.

“True, but you forget two things, first you are a god’s champion and second, you yourself were a genius not far from the kings of old.” Ithian proclaimed “well I leave you to your own imagination.”

The goddess slowly withdraws her presence from his mind, with a sigh “I guess I can try.”

Focusing his mind, he tried to slowly will his spirit to sense the mana outside his walls. To his surprise, he immediately felt the density of mana coming from living to nonliving beings. If he could he would be dancing in excitement, grinning madly at the aspect of gaining enough power to seek revenge against the man in purple and to protect Ithia. Trying to contain his enthusiasm, he slowly meditated gathering only a small stream like line no bigger than a string to clear his body of the blockage to his mana pool. After a few minutes, he withdrew the mana and concentrated on his own mana pool. He willed the mana to slowly dissipate to the other regions of his body strengthening it.

I guess this would do for know and slowly drifted to sleep.