What would I do if I meet god?

That’s a question that lingered in my head when I was young. I know people who were devoted, and would die if they can have a chance to meet the “Divine Emperor”. He is our god, the one that bestowed light on all of us his followers. People say that just looking at him can tell you if you are evil or not. As told by our predecessors, the blessings of light will go to those that are holy, but the evil ones will perish on his sight.

Many people love him, and I’m one of them. How can we not? He protects the human race against all the other races that seek to destroy us. He gave us the light that purify the darkness. And, perhaps most of all, he defeated the human who almost destroyed the world. Those were taught to us. He is the greatest. Everything good that came to our life happen as he wills it. So we must worship him, and earn favor on his sight.

Every believer wants to see him, but only in dreams can most of his believers see his greatness. Many do not have the wealth and power needed, and so, they do what they can to be pleasing to our lord. I was one of the lucky few that have most of what I needed to have the privilege. I’m great enough. Well, I was supposed to be. But, I was denied by the limits of my body.

I am Elalios, one of the sons of the Duke of Levaldis. I could have riches, I could have the power to rule, but I lost all of those because of one single flaw. I can’t go to Rezelus, as I am a weak mage.

I remembered the past, before my life turned around completely. My father, Duke Decynus, was a good man. I felt that he loved me during my tender years, giving what I wanted, especially when I wanted something related with magic. I remember the time when I got a book that let me learn the basics of magic. I got interested in it, seeing that my father was delighted whenever I have the book in my hand. And so, I looked forward to turn ten years old, the earliest known age for anyone to acquire mana channels.

We waited for that day. My first decade of life passed, but my meditation didn’t produce my desired result. I was sad, but my father consoled me, telling me that most people became mages at later ages.

With his encouragement, I waited. But one year had passed, two years had passed, three years had passed.. nothing happened.

My body betrayed me. I became depressed, deep in frustration. I wanted my family to console me again, but it never happened.

My father started hiding me from any gatherings. Whenever he hosted one, he will order me to stay in my room. An order not to be defied, it shackled me. Then, my mother started getting away from me like I was a contagious disease. She didn’t really spend time with us, but I still felt her change of attitude.

I felt alone, something I never felt before, and although I was able to use magic when I was fifteen, by then, it was too late. My father already hid me from the outside world, as if I never existed. No one acknowledged my presence, not even my two brothers. I had a thought when my loneliness reached its peak. I had enough, I will escape. I don’t know where, but I will escape.

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And so, midnight before I turned sixteen, I managed to get out, finally free from my miserable life. I ran far. I have no destination, but I knew I should be as far as possible. I doubt that people will try to find me, but I still have hope. I will return someday, once I figure out how to be a powerful mage.

I wandered around for some time. I experienced the hard life, but even if I’m not used to it, it’s better than being alone.

Somewhere along my journey, a person named Gideon recognized me. I thought that was the end of me, as he revealed he is a friend of my father. But, for some reason, he invited me to live with him.

I was suspicious at the time. Maybe he planned on returning me to my father, but that horrible day didn’t arrive at all. Then, I became his servant, mainly a caretaker for his son. I accepted it, not caring about the hierarchy. He treated me well. Serving him made me forget about what was I supposed to do.

Then, my task was changed when Earl Gideon’s son and wife died. I became a false deacon that group every person of false faith to a single place. I was commanded to kill all of them, after their families forgot about them, but that’s a thing I couldn’t do. I didn’t do it, but the Earl discovered my disobedience.

And so, I came up of a plan to kill the faithfuls while not doing it myself. I decided on abandoning them far from Cleron. But before I do that, I must get every gold they have.

You see, during my years of serving the Earl, I discovered something great. There’s a way to make me stronger, but it involves a huge amount of gold. I don’t care if it’s true or not, I must earn as much as I can. I want to go back. I want to return to my old life.

But things weren’t as simple as that. I met a very unusual child. He’s Kael, grandson of a faithful. I have no idea that the village I created houses a little child, so I informed the Earl about him, and took him away from the village. It’s questionable, but I know that the Earl can take care of him more than the faithfuls of the village. But, as I said, he is unusual.

I never felt that he was a child at all. I don’t know why, and I was just aware of what I felt when we fought, but my intuition told me one thing. Kael is different.

My intuition was spot on. At first, he regained his memory. He inhaled a memory potion too potent that he almost died, but somehow, he regained his memories. Then, he managed to escape, from a barrier protected castle. We still don’t know how he did it, but we decided that we, servants of the Earl, should split up, and look for the child. Cadell knew the castle more than anyone of us, so he was tasked to investigate around the castle. Seqina and Osbert searched around town, while I decided to go straight to the village. I have a hunch that Kael actually escaped, not what Seqina and the other thought.

I was right, but I lost him as he ran away from me. A light guided me towards him, and there, another unusual thing about Kael was revealed to me. He can use magic. I know I shouldn’t feel frustration when I did discover it, but I was envious.

We fought. I don’t want to tell the details, but to make the story short, I lost. I’m a grade D mage, which is low, but not the lowest. I lost to a child that wasn’t even ten years old.

It was morning when I woke up. Opening my eyes, I saw Kael, engulfed in healing magic. He was healing me. My envy dissipated by then, seeing that the child actually cared for me.

I questioned myself while he was healing me. His power at such an early age, the statement he said before he defeated me. Could it be? Did I actually met a god?