Mages roamed the world. In search of wealth, Fame, Power and most importantly, Happiness. They were stars, stars that sung foreve.
The world called their songs Ballads.
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Zero dreamt.
He dreamt of a Child, son of one of the king's dead mistresses. The poor woman died of an incurable illness, yet even the day before the passed, she still showered her son in love and care. That was the day Heaven wept for a child. Yet fate only cruely laughed at the morbid scene.
The child loved forging. He dived into books daily, always searching for imporvement. There was even a day where the child himself stole a mythril pickaxe, escaped the castle and dove into the mines.
The prince lived with the miners for 7 days and 7 nights, The miner treated him more warmly than the king ever did. Those were probably the funnest day of the prince's life, a simple life.
The was the day, the day the prince witnessed the ages of Stars, an age where everyone could gaze upon the starry sky and see the roads one can and must go.
An age where everyone could live a fullfiling and happy life.
However, the prince was caught. The royal guards beat him black and blue and brought him back to the royal castle. The king whipped him for a full night, and then told him one thing that didn't just break his heart, it shattered him.
"Because of you whelp, Anastathia is dying. The physician declared she had at most two days to live. And while she was suffering in silence, you were outside doing your foolish activities with other peasant. You should go die, You should end your own miserable existence right this instant as an apology to your mother. I Have never loved you, and never will."
Something, something in the child's mind snapped that day. He rushed to his mother's bedside, with a face full of tears and snot. His mother however, was more than happy at her son's join in his little adventure. She, however, reassured him with a smiling face.
"Me, die in two days ? Who said that to you dear. don't you see that I'm still strong and healthy? I still got at least 20 years left in me !" She assured him, contracting her biceps as if she was a bodybuilder.
"You won't die, okay? Please mommy, stay with me forever. I don't want to lose you. *sniff* *sniff* please mum don't leave me alone."
"I won't, your mom is very strong" she replied softly.
"Pinky promise ?" The child looked at his mother with eyes full of freshly wiped tears.
"Pinky promise." she promised him
After a short Mother-son hug, she asked her son,
"#####, I heard you wanted to be a blacksmith."
"Yes mum." He replied, with a tinge of excitement in his voice.
"Well, My knife broke yesterday and I need a new one, could you forge one for me ?" she asked him softly.
"OF COURSE! I'll get going right now" he shouted and ran directly to the royal forge, as if afraid his mom would retract her statement.
The mother only smiled softly, and when the child ran out of the room, she started coughing madly. If you could see under her clothes, you would see various black and purple spot plaguing her skin.
A few days later, the child came back with a Knife and burnt hands.
His mom only smiled knowingly without any comments and congratulated him on his first successful piece.
It also seemed his father had indeed lied. He and his mom would live forever.
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Zero dreamt. ÷
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The child had matured into a teenager, and it seeked he would live a happy life with his mother and the other blacksmiths at the forge.
However, it seemed Fate wasn't done with him. His mother's condition suddenly worsened, and he was powerless to stop it.
His father refused to allocate more rare medicine for her. Out of desesperation, he tried to forge a Transcendent level artifact and trade if for a powerful enough medicine.
but he failed, He only managed to forge an ascending artifiact. And like that, his mother's fate was sealed. He begged and pleaded his father for one last hope.
"Father, I beg of you, I am willing to sell myself into slavery, I could do anything, I only wish for an ascendent level medicinal plant. Please, father."
He got on his knees, and begged; he only wanted for his mother to live., yet his father didn't budge.
Not even a word. He just ignored the teenager as he wept.
He tried one last time on the black market, yet his search was in vain, by the time he went by to the castle, he witnessed a horrible scene.
His father was whipping his mother.
"Whore who bore another's child and still had the audacity to beg for his life, whore who had the audacity to make a fool out of my royal self. !" He roared with hatred.
the moment the king saw him, he ordered the guards to pin him down.
The young teen was powerless.
Thinking that life was going to become a living hell, he tried to bit off his own tongue.
Yet his mother seemingly had a trick up her sleeve. She threw him a knife wrapped in a handkerchief. It was the same knife he forged years ago.
But he was still powerless in front of trained guards, yet, for better or for worse, a tragedy bigger than everything else happenning in front of him too place.
The kingdom was on fire. The void cult had attacked, and no one could resist them. They raped killed the men, raped the women and enslaved the childrens.
The cultists flooded the castle, and even the king wasn't safe. The teen saw a man, a man stronger than anyone he had ever seen. a hulking figure of muscle and aura. With one glance, he killed the guards and the king. He help his mother by the neck.
"You escaped us long enough whore, it seemed you even had a brat here" He said, his tone dripping with venom.
His mother talked back
"It seems you madmen got cockier after what I did to you all. I guess losing a testicle really made you want to compensate for something uh ? C'mon loser, we all know you couldn't beat me in my prime so you came to inflate your ego, right? All of you bastard should go die in the deepest pits of HellHeim."
His mother insulted the hulking figure, and it seemed it had indeed provoked the man as he furiously tightened his grip on her neck.
"MOM" the boy screamed in despair, but the hulking transcendant turned his eyes to him.
" I guess the Eternal Tornado wouldn't care about this whelp, right ? So you wouldn't mind me squashing this bug, RIGHT?" The abomination uttered from its filthy mouth, tentacles sprouting from its skin and dashing toward the boy.
However, they froze, and an overwheilming aura of insanity seeped from the sickly woman.Space itself seemed to bend and the Mono-testicle was no different.
"Torra, I can guarrentee you right at this instant, if you dare touch even a hair of my son, you will learn what true nothingness means" She uttered with a tone suggesting this was not mere bluff. She was a mortal threat to a transcendant.
The Man-tentacle thing froze before crumbling down in sheer fear, But Disease always follows. The woman started coughing madly, and the thing took the opportunity to morph is arm into a tentacle and slammed the woman into the Wall.
The boy was too scared to say anything, and patheticaly watched as his mother was repeatedly slammed into the castle wall, till the floor collapsed and they fell. However, Torra stopped his rampange and looked at the boy, then, held him up by the collar and then,
threw him into.
Flowing through the skies [Redacted] still managed to see. He noticed Torra's eyes were unfocused, almost as if knocked out. But more shockingly, he saw his mother, her hand stopped in a puppeteer-like motion. Then, she looked at him, and even tough she had her eyes on him, it felt like her attention was on someone else. He heard one part of what his mother said, the part destined to him.
"Do not pick up a sword. Lay down, and forget this. Do Not bear the surname of [REDACTED]. Do not leave any descendance, else they will come for you. Please, Promise me, child, promise me."
The boy heard it, yet something in him felt wrong, as if fate itself tried to force him to listen. But he struggled, and the sensation dissapeared.
Then his mother spoke again, this time, he could only see her lips moving. But someone else could faintly hear.
"I should've expected it, the blood of [REEEEEEDACCCTED] would not live such a simple life. Dream child, Dream and achieve your dreams. Dream my child, and slaughter your nightmares. Dream, Child, Dream, until you can Dream.No.More." With words that seemed to scratch the firmament, she exited the boy's vision. That was the last time he'd see her.
Zero dreamt.He dreamt of a simpler time, a time where he didn't have to fight for his life, a time where he could look upon his fate and be proud of what he would achieve.
And 「Light」Lived. 「Light」 lived a life full of pain, anguish and slaughter.
Yet no one could distinguish who was who.
So they both heard one voice, a Voice of the Past, a voice from the stars.
A Voice that belonged to the both of them, yet to neither. The Voice of the start, and of the beginning. The Voice Of Genesis.
『All That I could Remember was a Burning castle .』
「「And I held a knife for the first time.」」
Zero Dreamt, Dreamt, again, and again, and again, and again. Till he could Dream, No,more.
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Zero woke up
[You have awakened your Aspect Legacy, Voice of Genesis]
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HIIII GUYS;Chapter three babyyyyy. Kinda struggled with it tbf. I hope I cooked good. There'll be more, either tonight or tommorow. Thanks for the support as always, and Zero will finaly get a solution to his Fragile Nail problem.
Thanks for the stone, Deal's the same as always. PEAAAAACE OOOOUT