Chapter One - Beginnings
“In the year 7,123 the first great calamity struck Frore for the first time. Just a thousand years previously, the world shook as those strong enough to see watched and spoke of the destruction of a nearby planet. The planet we called Ieblanus was struck by a bolt of fire that reached down into it’s very core and destroyed the planet from the inside. On that day, the Great Seer Obitus watched as the greater beings of that planet fled and felt fear. For, he knew that a great wave of destruction would reach out from Ieblanus and touch all worlds nearby.
A thousand years later, the Dragon of Pestilence, Tesselth came to this world and attempted to take dominion over it. Fortunately, the dragons of our own world destroyed him. The greater beings of a world are granted great powers, but also great responsibility. The Council of Dragons met, and came to a verdict. In allowing his own planet to be destroyed, he broke faith with the creators and thus must be punished. Thus, the Dragon of Pestilence and all others who followed him from that damned place Ieblanus, were destroyed. Today, you can find their bones in the great wastelands to the north and dungeons spread throughout the world.
The Great Seer Obitus once again warned us of impending doom in the March of the year 8,500, for in the year 10,000 we will be invaded again. This time, by the enemy that brought about the destruction of the Ieblanus. If we wish to not be damned then we must ….”
My concentration was interrupted rudely by the shrill scream of my mother, “Keselth, get your ass down here right now!”
Sighing, I marked my place in, “The Great Seer’s and Their Prophecies” and looked at the calendar in my room. “Friggin monday already! Hmm, its March of 9,450, seems I won’t have to worry about whatever got Ieblanus. Sweet!”
As I was dragging myself across my room putting on my uniform, I heard the shrill voice once again, “Keselth, if you don’t get your skinny ass down here right now no dessert for two weeks!”
Suddenly alarmed, I rushed down the stairs like a tornado... picking up and moving random pictures, knocking over a vase, picking up a pair of pink panties…. “Huh?” I looked down, wondering how in the hell they wound up in my hands when my little sister opened her door.
*SMACK*
“PERVERT!!!!!!!!!!!”
Somehow, I was at the bottom of the staircase, looking up my sister’s skirt as she walked down the stairs. Groggily, I thought, “Still wearing those cute bear panties I see…”
*SMACK*
For the second time in less than a minute my sister punched me, this time in the gut.
“Didn’t mean to say that outloud.”
*SMACK SMACK SMACK*
As I was coughing up my lungs, mom walked over and saw her standing over me while I attempted to ward off her flurry of punches.
“That’s enough Shia.”
“But MOM!!!” She pouted and pointed to the pink panties still in my hand as I weakly shook my head, gathering my bearings. “He stole my panties again!”
“No, you left them in the way because you know when he’s in a rush he can’t help grabbing everything is his path… and he’s always in a rush.”
“Moooooooooooooooom!” She screamed, blushing. “I would never do any such thing!”
As I finally managed to gather my bearings, I saw that upstairs my dad was straightening up the mess that my sister and I always made every morning.
“Enough, let him up. I need to talk with him about the ceremony today.”
“Hpmh! Fine.”
As I stood up I turned back to look at my sister, and under my breath said, “Brute.”
“Hey!” She started to attack me again but my mother stopped her and pointed at her room forcefully. My sister left in a huff, going back upstairs and giving us all a view straight up her too-short skirt.
“Ha, she still wears those cute things?” Asked my mom with a weird grin on her face.
“I know, right?” I asked, matching her weird grin.
Turning to face mom, I asked, “What did you want to talk about the ceremony for? I’ve known about it since I was a little kid.”
“Well son, your dad and I need to tell you about something so that if it appears on your status you won’t freak out, ok?”
“I’m starting to freak out already, what’s with that look of contrition on your face?”
“Well… We meant to tell you this a long time ago, but we just didn’t want to make you hate us.”
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“Hate you?!?!”
“You’ll understand once your dad tells you.”
“Ha! Always forcing the bad things onto me are you?” My dad had made his way downstairs, and with a somewhat forced smile he put his arm around my shoulders and led me into the dining room.
With the door now closed behind us, and my sister safely in her room out of eavesdropping range, my parents finally proceeded to drop the bomb on me.
“Son, you’ve heard the tale of how your mother and I met, right?”
“Urghh, not that again! The tale of the intrepid summoner and the beautiful archer, the great dungeon boss fight! Please, not again!”
“Hehe, well maybe I’ve told a few times too many…”
“A few?” My voice cracked as I asked him incredulously.
Looking embarrassed, my dad said, “Well, what I always leave out is that your mother was seriously injured in that fight. So injured that she shouldn’t have been able to ever have children.”
“WHAT?!?!” I couldn’t believe what they were saying! “You’re not saying I’m adopted?”
“Of course not! Just look in a mirror, you’re a spitting image of me!”
“He has my eyes!” My mom spoke for the first time.
“So what are you saying?”
"After the fight your mother and I fell in love with each other, and I decided that even if we could never have children it’d be ok. We could live the life of adventures until we were old and rich enough to live out our days in peace, and quiet… Sometimes I still wish that.”
“Hey! Are you saying you wish I was never born?”
My mother smacked my dad, then said, “Of course not, just that you can be trying sometimes my love.” Then she smacked me on the back of the head. Wow, thanks mom.
*Cough* “Anyway,” my dad went on as he rubbed the back of his head in mirror image of me, “the day that we were to be married, I met the avatar of Zitana, the Goddess of Life. She said that she required a service of me, and in the process of doing so your mother would be completely healed.”
“What service?” I asked, suspicion in my voice.
“Well, I’m quite the accomplished summoner, and she said that she needed a home for a soul, a very special soul. She gave me the diagram to summon this soul and said that as long as I summoned this soul into your mother it’d heal her, and that we would have a child, and this soul would be the soul of the first of our children.”
“What?!? So you’re saying that I’m summoned? Why don’t I have to follow all of your orders like your other summons?”
“It doesn’t work like that, I studied the diagram for nearly three years before finally using it on your mother. It took me that long to finally understand what it actually does, but this spell is not really a summoning spell. Rather, it’s a conduit that allows a God or Goddess to directly touch a mortal being without causing harm. When I completed the diagram, it was a contract that healed your mother instantly, then went dormant until your mother got pregnant. When she got pregnant, the contract allowed her to choose exactly which soul got in the fertilized egg. At first, we were worried about who you might’ve been in a previous life; but frankly we are just so happy to have children that we stopped caring. We couldn’t be happier with you as our child!”
At that, my mother and father both attacked. Hugging me so tight while crying that I thought I was going to die. “Ca.. Can… Can’t… Breathe…”
“What? O, sorry son.” My dad released me, allowing at least one of my lungs to function for the first time in nearly a minute. It took another minute before my mother released me. Just how strong is she?
“So, I’m your son and the reincarnation of someone or something special? Well, I can’t remember anything before I was like four so I think there was a mistake made.”
“That’s why we had to tell you; we don’t know what titles or abilities you’ll gain after completing your coming of age ceremony. So, just don’t freak out and be careful who you tell about your abilities.” My mom spoke for the first time since dad dropped the bomb.
“Right,” said my dad, “just play it cool, and know that whatever you may or might’ve been you’re our son now!”
Mom attacked me again, sniffling, “I love you Keselth! Never forget it!”
“Yeah, I got it mom.” I said, exasperation beginning to creep into my voice.
“Now, go get cleaned up! You have to look good for the ceremony.”
“Yea, I got it mom…”