Day 1

After the abrupt meeting with Lucy he wasn't sure what to make of the current situation. He was inside a small comfortable wooden prison. The small cottage he resided within had a stone hearth which enveloped the room with warmth. The flames would flicker and billow, granting shadows a performance upon the cottage walls. Just then he sensed movement behind him and he hastily turned around. Arggh, stupid body! Instead he tripped on his own feet and fell face first into his cloud-like bedding. An enormous hand came down and picked him up.

The connected body belonged to a chiselled man, his features were intense. Thick bushy eyebrows hung over scrutinizing eyes. The sort that could tell friend from foe in an instant. A nose straight and sharp like an arrow pointed down to a broad mouth, thin lips chipped on either side of the centre. A cleft chin held his large jaw in place. Shaggy, dishevelled black hair hung back over his head onto his strong shoulders. The greatest feature of all was a bizarre scar that started from his shredded left ear down the side of his masculine face, slicing the adam's apple and flowing down his cloth garments like a cleaving river.

"Vael, you shall be known as Vael son of Vorn, keeper of the north. Remember your roots and remember your name for when all is lost, it will be all you have. Remember son." Vorn spoke slow and soft and then carefully placed Vael back into his cot and walked out of the cottage.

Vael climbed onto his tiny feet and watched Vorn leave. Outside was a tumultuous storm of ice blitzing about the ravaging wind, tearing through and shredding all that dared venture forth.

Day 2

Vorn had not come back home.

Vael had noticed that his body had begun to grow a lot faster than any normal human should. In one day he had grown to the size of a toddler, able to walk the length of his cot. He also wondered what would happen without a caretaker but whenever he cried out all manner of animals from squirrels to wolves would bring a feast of food for him. Vael's body was still too small and fragile so he spent the remainder of the day gazing towards the frosted windows.

Day 3

Vael had grown once more overnight and he was now beginning to outgrow his small cot. He scrambled out of the wooden prison landing on the wooden floorboards with a loud thunk. It was then that he realised a small translucent blue square in his peripheral. Open?

Name:Vael Son of VornRace:Demi-GodAbilities[Lucy's Intervention: Warmonger, Destroyer of Worlds, Harbinger of DOOM!!!]

[Lucy's Blessing: Limitless Potential]

[Demon God of Vengeance's Blessing: Death Demands Retribution]

[God of Nature's Blessing: Nature's Call]

[Human Language]

[Demon Language]

[Physical Resistance]

[Elemental Resistance]

[Magic Resistance]

[Demon Affinity]

[Animal Affinity]

He realised he could "click" on each ability individually, bringing up a second screen. However the blessings didn't budge no matter what he did to try to open them up.

Skill Name:Skill Rank:Skill Experience:Elemental Resistance+-Lessen the negative effects of all elements. Allows user conserve more energy and exhibit greater physical prowess in such environments.

Strange new world…

Day 4

Vael began his day munching on nuts and berries with his forest friends. His body was already the size of a 12 year old and flexible, lithe muscles began to develop. Vael decided today was the day he would venture out into the unknown.  He looked at one of the black bears that lounged near the hearth. Can you take me outside? The bear shook it's head and snorted as if there was no point in going out at all. I'll go out myself then.

Vael walked over to the wooden door and pushed with all his might. Bit by bit the door shuddered forth and when his face could contort no further, arms push no more, he was welcomed by a icy blast of air that knocked him back inside and smashed the door back in place.

This content has been misappropriated from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.

I will be strong. I am strong. This is but another test of my will and resolve. Vael then fell unconscious in the arms of his cuddly companions.

Day 5

Once more, Vael found that his body had mysteriously grown significantly again. He set aside this phenomena and started to train his body. He remembered training in his previous life, mornings and nights spent awake in fear of the dreaded trainers. Brother's who fell behind were punished whilst punishing those who heard their terrorising screams. Every day had a test or trial which aimed to eventually create an merciless man capable of winning wars alone; lives of countless brothers had paid the price. The test of the feet sent the boys running a winding course up a mountainside. Jagged rocks would spear through their feet or foliage would trip them sending them off the mountain. The test of the sword sent them to a gladiator's death trap where a  three convicts sentenced to death were promised freedom in exchange for a brother's life. Each brother fought alone, wielding a sword and our trainer's simple words of wisdom. Kill or be Killed.

When had a driven the sword through the last man he stared into the convict's eyes. This man had had a family, fighting to be free with them once more. Instead he had the luxury of dying to a boy's sword and the cheers of the aristocracy that plagued the colloseum seats. He had watched as the blood oozed from convicts slashed torso, seeping downward escaping into the earth. He noticed how the eyes fade, giving up on the body, turning a monotone gray; the same any other corpse. The hands that clasped his grip and sword slid apart, hanging limp from their owners side.

Today, he chose to become that merciless man. He went through every martial stance he could until his youthful body was haggard. Lungs screaming yet only a desiccated voice to use. Each heart beat quaked and sent blood flooding to the tips of his fingers. Vael had control of this body, this was him reborn. He continued training into the night, now shouting with each stressed move to cover his huffing and puffing. He took no notice of the "Ability" pop-ups as they were meaningless, why should he activate some skill to throw or choke a certain way when he could do it differently a thousand times. He closed his eyes. He persisted, sweat streaming down his body, pooling down onto the sticky wooden boards. He punched, kicked, flipped well past his muscles breaking point and his adrenaline was running out. Half a day gone and he finally crashed onto the floor, unmoving. Then he slept.

Day 6

Vael stared at his newly refined body. His muscles had magically packed more mass on overnight and his height had begun to rival his larger companions. He also noticed that a multitude of physical abilities had stacked and ranked up during yesterday's exercise. It helped add a bounce in his step when he resolved to venture outside toward the unknown and follow Vorn's footsteps.

This time he pushed aside the door with relative ease. Yet again the chilling winds breathed over his naked body, into every crevice and crack. Instantly his muscles tensed and his teeth chattered, his skin shrivelling little by little, wrinkling over each single sinew. He pushed forth into the blinding never-ending white. Clear ice had begun to form small icicles that slashed and stabbed his skin as it flitted by, the wind itself was tugging at each hair on his body, so fierce that each breath felt like a blow, knocking the air out of his lungs. He thrust his feet down in front forcefully, each step taking what air remained in his lungs.

With each cold wheeze he stepped forward and eventually he was met with bright sunlight that enraptured him, finally he had freedom from the frigid winds. He looked onwards and saw the edge of the cliff face he stood above. The cliff face was smooth, worn down by centuries of erosion. Small splinters and fractures lined the wall, mere centimetres would determine his fate. Vael climbed down.

Vael had climbed for what seemed to him an eternity before he had reached flat ground. The climbing became monotonous save for when the occasional rut that caused him to scrape skin against rock. By the time he had reached the bottom his fingers and feet were bloody and numb. Coagulated black blood dried in the tears that ran his fingers raw. His limbs exhausted and stressed he laid down at the base of the cliff and fell into unconsciousness once more, this time willingly.