A Boy of about 17 Winters with Red-blond hair and sky blue eyes was hovering in midair with his legs crossed as if meditating.

He was dressed in a compelte black outfit , consisting off a cotton Tunic as well as pants tied up with a belt at his waist and perfected with a set of knee high boots.

Surrounded by a clear white scenery no trees nor grass or Moutains could be seen.

Where ever he looked he could only see white.

From time to time something changed in this all white World.

Talking to him during those times was a booming voice.

" Oho , you are still here fancy meeting you , boy." The booming voice with a friendly tone reached him.

" ... " the youth didnt reply.

" Gosh , aren't you talkative today. That really surprised me."

" ... "

" So what have you done the last time since we met?"

" ... "

" Yeah i have been doing about the same."

" I really like it how you have a conversation with me that actually has some truth within it without me answering." The youth gave up as he replied with a sharp tone.

" That's my trademark." A booming laughter could be heared.

* If i could just kill him ... * The youth thought.

" So what are you here for today?" The youth tried to ask him with a friendly tone.

" Well i came for the same as always , do you want it?"

" ... Will you leave me be if i guess correctly?" came the annoyed voice of the youth.

" That is the same answer as always , yes i will give up."

" Go ahead then."

" Who am I?"

" I have already tried a Ghost , a Memory , a annoying Rat , a Wanderer , a Old Man and a Pain in the ass. Are you a God by chance?"

For the first time the Old man infront of him had a complex expression on his face.

His hair was long and his beard reached his chest.

Wrinkled skin made one wonder how old he really was in comparison to his youthfull looking eyes and demanor.

Likewise the color of his hair and beard was of an aged grey.

The robes he wore once would have left an impression even on the richest Kings as they were golden , but now they looked more like Yellow rags.

Giving off authority was still a trait the Person infront of the youth could call one off his virtues.

" Hmmm , i thought you would guess it a few weeks later , boy. You sure are impatient. " Old man said.

" Good now , what is this place?"

" This place is the inside of a Artifact. The so called Golden Gem a prison of sorts."

" Okay but why am i here? "

" Well to make matters short , due to your circumstances you took the wrong path and ended up griping only the bad emotions off your heart and became a sinister Deity. An Evil God. "

" My memorys are blurry ... Did that really happen? " The youth replied.

" Boy , after you spent years in a Dark abondend place feeding on Hatred your memorys should be blurry. They will return in Time."

" Stop calling me boy , my Name is Iliyan."

" Well Iliyan , that was it for today." The old Man said as he left.

I , Iliyan Osson , a seemingly Evil God spent another 2 days before i met the old Man again.

" I would have never expected to find YOU here , my boy." the old Man started.

" What is your question this time?"

" Foul mood today , eh? Lets see then. What are you ? I will give you 4 answers this time because i am generous."

" Well as u said Naturally i am a Evil God." I stated matter of factly.

" Bubuuu , that answer is only half correct."

* Didnt he say so himself the last time we met?*

" Im a good God?" I said rather asking him then answering the question.

" Bubuuu , again only half correct.

" Good then i am a half God."

" Bubuuu , completly Wrong."

My Memorys started to return since the last time I met the old man. I knew almost everything that happend to this day.

My name Was Iliyan Osson , my Mothers Name was Darkrend the godess of the Moon and the creator of the Planet the humans lived on.

My Father was a Farmer. I shouldnt know that but even the memorys i was made to forget due to various circumstances returned to me gradually.

Aylin , Kira , Sophie , May as well as Lily and Daisy used to be my companions.

Ri is the one women i love , she died tragically and i blamed myself for it causing me to awaken as an Evil God.

So if i am neither a God nor and Evil one what am I?

An unfortunate being , surely but he didnt ask me for an assesment of my Luck or the way i lived my life.

" Considering im not a Evil or a good god as you claimed yourself and not a half God i am clearly not a Human nor am i off another Race. That leaves me with only one answer i am Nothing?" I tried to go by the process off elimination.

" Hmmm , i'll let that slide for now. Completly correct would be , you are not meant to be."

" What the heck is that supposed to mean?" did i vent my Anger on the Old man infront of me.

" Lets see , did your Mother , the godess Darkrend , ever tell you about her Children?"

" She once told me that i was her first son after 17 daughters." I said calmly.

" Good good , no males besides you , there is a special meaning behind that .The specialty lies in the fact that there shouldn't be any."

" Huh ? "

" Well well , i will leave you with another question to think about. How many Gods are there?"

" 7 gods. Efreet , Zygidal , Zephyr , Ryuhlik , Darkrend , Scymar and Void."

" I'll be back , my boy."

" My name is Iliyan you damn geezer." i said with a Angry tone as the old Man disappeared.

Carefully thinking about it again and accessing the memorys i had , my Mother always talked about 7 gods.

Even the > Morgue < the academy where I lived , studied and trained in the past said the same , so this piece of Information couldnt be wrong.

Massaging my temples i came to no other conclusion then the 7 gods.

Before he came the next time i remembered a piece of evidence i totally forgot about.

" Ding dong , is anyone home? " He struck up the conversation.

" There are 8 Gods. Since you are one and the 7 i know . That makes 8." I instantly told him.

" Yes yes , very good. So what is your question?" he replied.

" How long have you been here?" I asked him with excitement in my voice.

" Hmmm , that is rather hard to say i dont even know if time passes at all in here. But i would say since around the time your world was created."

I clicked my tongue before speaking up.

" So from the time frame you have been here you clearly don't know any way out."

" That is not true , i know a way out. How many reasons did i have not to use them?" did he ask me another question.

" ... You know there are as many answers to a question as there are people in the world."

" Rather philosophical there , my boy. I'll give you a hint in what world do you live in at the moment?" He said rather cryptically but i could still feel the encouraging warmth in his voice.

* In what world i live in at the Moment? *

It took me some time to realize what he was trying to tell me indirectly.

" You had 2 reasons why not to use them? " I asked him rather then answering his question.

" Well well , you pick up rather fast , my boy. What are those 2 reasons though?"

" Let me ask something first , since i correctly answered your question."

He nodded and told me to go ahead.

" Tell me the 2 reasons why you didn't use the way out you know."

" No no , no cheating allowed. Life is harsh and the shortcuts only lead to more bad things in the end then earning your way through it."

" Good , then i can only tell you 2 reasons why i wouldn't escape a place even if i knew a way out. One would be that i didnt have the Power to break out even though i knew it. The second one would be that if i hurt my beloved ones with me appearing once again i would rather stay shackled for the rest of my Life."

" Hmmmm , good answer. I think that is correct."

" ... "

" My boy , you got 2 question to ask me."

" Do you know what is happening outside , now? Like in the Human world?"

" You got very sharp instincts , boy . Good good i'll tell you about what one of your former Companions is doing right now ..."

I , Kira Morgain , was in the Command tent of the last Fortress of Humankind.

The Fortress was infact the Mountains over the > Morgue <.

Since days long past the Morgue was a Academy for young Mages where they developed their skills and polished their bodys to excell in the Magic arts.

This was the last defense we humans had to the north of the capitol city of Alycar.

A natural mountain range spanned from west to east and we kept tabs on the most east and west points in case the enemy decieded to build ships and undermine the defenses.

" Commander , the reckon corps just came back there is no force in the vicinity at the moment." A young boy reported to her.

Nodding i saw him off and returned to the reports i got everyday from the various camps around the area.

It didnt look good for the last few years as we fought a retreating battle sacrificing one fortress after another.

Compared to now the human race 17 years ago held about 250 % more of the landmass then we hold now.

Retrieving all of the troops to this last line of defense we tried to ward off the dark hordes by concentrating our power.

But the stream with which they attacked us was never ending and could be at best described as reckless.

Disregarding their own lifes the corpses of the goblins , orcs , troll or ogers stacked up high infront of the gates to the realm of the humans.

Usually we poured oil over the thick walls and set those corpses ablaze , but even the highly inflamable oil became spars over the years.

The event that unfolded 17 years ago , took away not only the half god born from the creator off all of mankind but also the godess herself.

Magic wasnt properly injected into the world anymore as Darkrend , the godess , has seemed to have forsaken us.

SInce that time the attacks off demi-humans increased and forced us to retreat.

A month later the magic regeneration problem was discovered.

In the next year every mage was forced to marry and produce children to counteract the defieciencys of magic.

We needed the magic to ward off the dark hordes , engaging them in close quarter combat without magical armor and weapons was beyond reckless it was sacrifical at best.

They were stronger faster and more cunning then the humans.

8 years later martial law was declared ordering every last magic user off any age to join the army and defend humanity.

Manning the various castles that lay scattered across the human realms , which belonged to the demi-humans now , we bought us time to increase the defenses of the last fortress.

During that time we lost uncountable young children to the dark hordes.

In total we had 5 walls now that were 30 m high and 10 meters wide at the top.

Traps were set out infront of the gates from oil traps that could be set on fire , to pitfalls with spikes , to produced landslides from the mountain range at either the west or east side.

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But those traps had long fullfilled their duty and we didnt have the means to reuse them.

Ripping me out of my memorys someone adressed me in way i didnt like at all.

" Old hag , i've come back." did a bell like voice resound in the tent.

Before me was a girl off about 1.65 meters.

Hair the color of the finest most ripend wine that was tied to twintails at the back off her hair made her appear rather young.

Eyes of a mixture between red and brown with thin eyebrows as well as long eyelashes.

Her face in total was rather small but her nose , ears and lips were tiny in comparisson.

It didnt look bad it rather gave her a doll like apperance that attracted the stares of males where ever she went to.

Ripend early was one way to describe her body as she had luices curves that even I as her mother still didnt posses.

In less then 1 year she would have to be forcebly married.

Knowing that the martial Law would be called out in due time i trained her from the age off 3 in the arts of Morgain close quarter Combat that is what made her one of the few survivors off the 1st year academy students of the Morgue.

She was going to turn 15 in a few months but that only mattered for one thing , her forced marriage.

" I am Commander of the 3rd and 4th defense Platoon so get that in your blockhead Private Morgain."

I , Clara Morgain , next heiress to the combat arts of the Morgain School for close quarters was standing infront of my Mother but as usual we didnt get along well.

" .... Hmph." did i reply to her commanding tone and turned my head away.

" You little blockhead i am going to rip your he...." she started.

As i felt a sharp pain across the back off my head i turned around to find its source.

A familiar female face came into view.

She was tiny with 1.57 meters and had short blue hair that reached her shoulder blades.

All around , those hair were neatly cut to the same length and that blue gave of a lustrous feeling as it playfully reflected the sunlight.

Her light brown eyes gave off a warm feeling and she smiled at me after giving my head a light thump with the staff she used for her magic arts.

Her figure , compared to mine , would best be described as underdevelopd.

* Hehe nobody could compare to my perfect body.* i thought.

Her facial features were more on the cute lost little animal side which attracted a certain group of males to her.

" Onee-chan Onee-chan , Isy doesn't think Onee-chan should make those noises towards her mother and commander." the girl said.

Since our parents have been close since the time in the Morgue she called me Onee-chan.

Her name was Isabell Metra but everyone called her Isy.

" .... First of all dont call me Onee-chan all the time , Cadet." i replied.

" But but , Onee-chan disregared the commanders rank and authority like Onee-chan just did Isys!" she proclaimed while raising a fuss.

" Stop correcting me ! " I shouted at her in an angry voice.

In the next instant both of us got hit , by a high speed green gauntlet , which brought back our attention to my mother.

" Children these days ... in my youth i wo...." my mother started.

" Fufu , she really acts like a old women all the time." Another voice entered the fray.

A new troublesome female appeared , tilting her head and supporting its weight with her hand she gave off a cool impression.

With her half closed eyelids , she appeared bored , but the blue saphire like eyes had a sharp tinge to them.

Her eyelashes combined with her petite nose and full lips made one wonder if she wasnt crafted by an artisian working on a statue.

Velvet like blonde hair reaching all the way down to her behind as well as gifted with curves , that made even mine look sma.. i mean ... they definetly D.E.F.I.N.E.T.L.Y deeffiinneettlly weren't bigger then mine , made her seem adult like.

Her white and smooth skin made one recall polished marble , that made me nealous every time i saw her .

" Wouldnt you agree , Commander Morgain , that the youths should enjoy themselves while they can in these times?" she said.

" I guess you have a point there Leutenant Safalur."My mother replied.

" Hold on you! I can talk for myself! " i shouted angrily.

" Fufufu , im sure you can Private Morgain."

* She seriously pisses me off at E.V.E.R.Y single moment.*

" Onee-chans , dont fight Isy will get very Angry if you arent friends!" Isabell raised another fuss.

The 3 off us totally forgot my mother and quarreld like usual.

* I hope this stupid war ends soon so that i dont have to deal with those 2 anymore!*

" Commander Morgain , urgent news. Another scouting corps came back before their sheduled time. Only one of them is still alive. The dark horde is approaching again."

Immediatly our quarrel came to a halt and we positioned ourselves for another battle.

" That is about it , boy." the booming voice told me.

I , Iliyan , was shocked at the state the people i once knew were in now and the time that has passed.

" 17 years ... i thought it would be a month at max ... I dont feel any different to before though..."

" That is because your mind was trapped , even know your body and mind are seperated and trapped. You havent aged 1 day since the events took place that lead to humanitys decline."

" What kind of power do you need to break out of here then?" I asked the 2nd question.

" Well well , another sharp question. The power that i need i have now , namely Y.o.u." He said with a smile on his face.

" ... ... ... What is there that i can do as i am a god and yet at the same time i am still nothing?"

" Good good , you accept that you are nothing that is very good. You need to learn something before you actually have the power to break out. But you havent asked the proper question yet."

" You are pissing me off." As i tried to surpress the anger in my voice.

" Oh oh , that wasnt my intention. Just think of it as a old man passing his time."

" ... "

" Good good , be a good boy and keep silent so i can ask the question that you dont know the answer too. What kind of Power do i possess and what is my color?"

* His color should be gold ... no wait my mother never wore anything green she only had emerald colored eyes which indicated her mastery of the green-spells.* i thought.

Taking a look at his eyes they were off a stunning color.

It was a dark color almost black but it had more depth.

Dark dark blue? No more purple.

A dark purple.

That reminded me off a conversation i once had with my little half-brother Martician.

" Martician ,do you know the spectrum of colors?" I asked him on a Sunday afternoon while we lazed in the grass.

He was as usual reading a book as his dark hair swayed in the wind.

" No , i dont know Onii-san." he said.

" It is a old picture displayed in the church have you never seen it?"

" I dont think so , Onii-san."

" Okay i will tell you , think of a pie with 7 pieces. The first one is fire , fire defeats its neighbour thunder. Thunder defeats wind . Wind defeats illusions . Illusions defeats water. Water defeats the cycle of life and death. The cycle of life and death defeats earth and earth defeats fire. "

"Now think of their colors. Red , yellow , grey , green , blue , black and brown. What happens if you mix them all?" I continiued.

" It becomes black?"He answered shyly.

" Haha , very good but no. If you think of normal colors for painting where you combine blue red and yellow in the middle they form black. But for the deitys if you combine them all you create a dark purple."

"The influence of the blue and the green , that is mixed from yellow and blue , corrupts the pure black color. Now the red of Efreet is so strong in comparission that it overpowers some of the colors."

"That leaves us with a strong red and blue aspect. The rest of the colors counteract each other. The spectrum of those colors is the >Prism<." I continiued explaining to him.

" ... It is called the Prism with a dark purple color." Returning my focus to the conversation with the god.

" Now now , that surprised me. I thought you would take years to figure that out." the god , that had a preference to appear as an old man, said.

" So what is there that i can do , as i am a god and yet at the same time i am still nothing , to break out of this prison?"

" Precisly because you are nothing you can do anything. What does your mother do?"he raised another question.

" You mean her powers of the green spells? She turns illusion into reality?" I stated matter of factly.

" Dont simplify it."

" She turns ... Nothingess into ... Everything ... HA!" I shouted out.

" But this time it is not for your mother to change you. You need to change yourself. What you need to do is reach the center of the spectrum the PRISM." He told me.

" But how do i do that , my core is still bright emerald colored."

The core was the source of magical power every mage had in his or her body.

Mostly it took a simple shape like a triangle or a square at birth.

Due to use and training the shape would change and could even become something that looked like a facet covered Gem.

But mine on the other Hand was a legit piece of rock that burned from within itself with emerald flames indicating the close realationship with the godess of the 3 moons , my mother , as well as the creator of the humans.

I was filled with green spellpower there is no way i can change its attribute.

Searching in my brain i didnt even know where to replenish it , even if i was able to acquire the Prism.

" Dont worry , boy. You aren't supposed to change its attribute. Replenishing it is also easy every color comes from the sun. Energy comes from the sun."

"The Prism is based on energy. You already know a way to replenish spellpower using sunlight , dont you?" He said with a smile.

Did he just read my mind?

" Yes i did , i'll simplify matters now. Your core is a conductor storing the magical power. The synapses in your brain are wires. Remotely using your conductor you form magical circles through the wires infusing them with power. Snipping your fingers you call those miracles into being." He declared proudly.

I didnt take any offense at the criticism he gave me with a warm tone.

Somehow his voice calmed me down i couldnt describe why but it just did.

" There are more things i need to tell you but that can come later. Here the parting gift for you."

His words made me gulp down some salvia that formed in my mouth.

" Now accept it from me , Epheithos , the allfather of gods and your grandfather."

With this a tiny spark of purple energy drifted towards me in slow motion.

" Grandchild , or should i call you > Son

Finally catching it , glancing at him , i saw him as he disolved ino nothingness.