PROLOGUE
“Why am I here..? Am I dead?” A male voice asked, “Why am I back in Genesis?”
“It’s okay, your time on Taivar has just.. finished.” Another voice responded, but this one was different from his own, it sounded… inhumane. “Hush now, your trial’s about to begin.”
The tall and muscular man stepped after the voice, it tried speaking to him, but the only thing he could focus on was his previous life. He was powerful, and independent from any kingdom entirely, he brought peace across nations. But of course, he couldn’t have done it without-
His thoughts were interrupted as he came to a large room. The man hesitated before stepping in, his silver blood stained armor shining in the unnatural direct light. He was unfamiliar with the place, it had long seats filling the back of the room, whilst the front had a desk, which seemed to be of importance.
“Well it’s about time you showed up” a deeper, cruel voice spoke from the desk.
The man looked up and noticed the blurry figure, it had no human features. It was just a faint floating orb.
“It is my honor, Judge.” He greeted, kneeling towards the orb, “For what reason am I called here, in my final moments?”
The orb was silent for a second, then spoke,
“Your power is to be passed down to the younger generations. We must take your core, and only then will you make it to the heavens.”
CHAPTER 1
Rain poured down upon the mossy cobblestone path, washing the fallen leaves and bread crumbs that people dropped about. Sat against a wall next to the doorstep of the house, a boy in a dark ragged cloak hugging his own leg and while staring blankly to the flow of water in front of him. It's cold out here, but his mind is colder. The noise of the quarrel in the building behind him was the only entertainment he had during the storm.
“Did you hear about that knight who used sorcery?” A feminine voice asked,
“Yes, truly a sad end indeed,” A somber male voice responded.
Intrigued, the boy put his ear to the wall to listen in,
“I heard the funeral will be held in a week’s time,” the feminine voice spoke.”
“Do you think the king will cancel it?”
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“The king can’t stop a funeral, that would be immoral of him.”
He stopped listening, there was nothing else for him to hear. The boy stood up, put the cloak’s hood over his head, and ran out into the rain towards a lantern-lit tavern.
The aged wooden doors of the tavern creaked as the boy entered. Right away he was greeted by the scent of stale beer, bread, and various roasted meats. His eyes darted across the empty tables, the light stone floor made it seem like a whole war was fought in there. The bar in the far back was empty, aside from the large man in the back, who was the tavernkeep, cleaning up the place. He walked towards an empty seat at the bar and sat down in his drenched cloak.
He flipped the hood off, revealing violet eyes and short black wavy hair, with a white strip in the front. The tavernkeep turned to face the boy, looking at him with a glass of ale beer in hand.
“I knew you were going to stop by today,” the tavernkeep greets, in a kind and gentle tone. He grinned, as he placed the glass onto the bar table.
The boy threw down a few coins and started drinking the ale beer.
“These coins aren’t stolen are they?” The tavernkeep asked.
The boy shrugged and the tavernkeep sighed,
“You’re twelve now, you have to start taking care of yourself,” he grabbed the coins from the table, “a growing boy like you can’t be out in the rain stealing from people, you will become one of those filthy nitwits.”
The boy ignored him and took another sip before placing the glass down.
The boy looked up at the tavernkeep,
“Where’s Fenrys?” He asks
The tavernkeep looked at the boy with a hint of disappointment, and slowly stepped over to a dark wooden door behind the bar. He then opened it and whistled for the dog,
“Here Fenrys, your favorite person is back!” He yelled into the room behind the door.
“Fenrys!” The boy also called.
Immediately, a long-eared brown and white dog came running out faster than lightning could hit the ground towards the boy, barking in happiness.
Fenrys leaped towards the boy, knocking him off the chair and onto the unswept floor.
“Hey! Careful with the chair, it’s older than you!” The tavernkeep remarked.
The boy laughed as the dog stood on top of him and licked him in the face. The boy pushed the dog off and picked him up, the dog continued licking his face.
“Fenrys! Stop!” He laughed, trying to calm the dog down.
“Say, do you have any place to call home yet?” The tavernkeep asks, hoping for an answer this time.
The boy managed to get Fenrys to quiet down and thought about whether or not to respond.
“No sir,” he finally answered.
“Call me Gareth,” The tavernkeep says, turning towards the boy, “You need a name too, don’t you?”
The boy nodded.
The tavernkeep scratched his bald head, thinking of a name.
“How about this..”
Gareth kneeled down to the boy’s height, “Hello Zephyr, my name’s Gareth, you can live with me from now on.”