“Begin the cleanse immediately!” The doctor yelled. He scrubbed Mythos with a towel, desperately trying to purge him of demonic spirits.

“Damn it!” Mythos said as the man manhandled him. “Being a baby sucks! I’m completely powerless!”

“Ufff Mala Nuff Sshi” Mythos heard chanting around him.

As the words were spoken, a dozen black symbols started drifting through the air, circling his body with holy engravings.

“Sealing Magic?” Mythos thought.

“Purge!” The priest yelled.

As he cried the symbols slammed onto Mythos, imprinting a mark around his left eye. As the markings were implanted a vision flashed across his mind.

“Where… Am I?” Mythos thought. “I’m back in my old body, what's going on?”

He had been transported to the center of a giant stream of water, spiraling around in a circle. As he tried to stay afloat, the image of a man appeared at the center of the stream floating above it.

“Mythos,” A voice said.

Mythos gritted his teeth, recalling the owner of the voice.

“Maȟpíya! Is that you! What did you do to me!”

“I did nothing, it is the stream, that is what has placed you in the body of my people”

“This stream? Is this the afterlife?”

“This place is the great stream of life, it is the place all souls of the Ferals go when we pass. The stone I gave you was a Feral tear, It is what forms in the passing of each Feral. When you touched it, it gave you the images of everyone who has passed here, it gave you a glimpse into the stream of life.”

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“THen how did I get into the body of a Feral?”

“That, I do not know, but one thing is for sure. You are connected to this stream now, your fate, my fate, and my peoples fate are all connected through this stream. I wonder what will become of you” He said fading away

“Damnit!” Mythos said returning to the feral world

“Did it work?” The priest said looking carefully into Mythos’s eyes.

“I don’t think so! He’s still not behaving like a normal child! Shall proceed with the removal of his unholy manhood?” a doctor asked.

“Very well!” THe doctor said retrieving a giant pair of scissors. “We shall remove them most carefully!”

“Carefully!” Mythos yelled “What the hell man! WHy do you need a giant pair of unclean scissors for a baby? Human doctor would put you to shame!” Mythos yelled in his baby voice coming gout as “ggoogoogaaggaagooo”

“Look at him, chanting some kind of evil! It discusses me! I shall remove his manhood at once!”

“Shiiiit! What does he expect me to do?” Mythos said, puzzled. “Oh yeah that's right I'm a baby! I have to do what a normal baby would do in this situation!”

“Waahhh WAHhh!”

Mythos cried

The doctor paused, just inches away from cutting off Mythos’s penis.

“It's definitely the strangest cry I've ever heard… but it looks like your baby is back!” He said

“My baby!” The woman cried, raising Mythos into the air.

“What will you name him?” The priest asked.

“I will name him… Mythos” The woman said.

“What?” Mythos thought.

“Blasphemy! How can you name him after the greatest Feral killer of all time! A few hundred of our men were killed just today! Is this some kind of sick joke!” The priest said

“I.. I had a vision.”

“A vision?”

“THe great stream of life… I saw that a Feral named Mythos will save our world… I want that feral to be my son” She said

“The great vision? Tell me what did the man look like?

“He had two blue horns coming from his temples and a marking beneath his left eye.”

The priest picked up the crying Mythos carefully examining him. He found on Mythos’s temples, two small blue imprints that were sticking out, as wekk as the marking from the sealing spell he had placed on him.

“Princess Netala. Your visions have been a source of great insight in the past, I have no reason to doubt you now… If this is the chosen to liberate us from this realm… then so be it! His name shall be Mythos!”

There was a grumbling of murmurs among the ferals, with some clearly discontent with the naming of the child, but the warm smile of Mythos’s mother overpowered their ill will.

“Mythos my child,” She said holding him. “Your father would have been so proud to see you, if only he had survived that battle” She said as a tear crossed her eye.

“Long live General Maȟpíya !” They all cried. “His son will lead us to a new future!”

“What! Your telling me Maȟpíya is my father!”

“I’m reincarnated as my enemy's child...Just what exactly is going on here? My closest allies have become my enemies, and my greatest enemies have become my friends? What future awaits me in this new life?”