Chapter 3: Chapter 3: Do I know you? (1)
A mana crystal lit up Prometheus' back, he was sitting at a chainwood desk. He was thinking about his future, but also about his past.
"If I am not mistaken, I have been back 19 years in the past, so I must be 11 years old, but how is that possible?"
Prometheus thought about it, but he still did not understand how returning to the past was possible.
"I've never heard of time magic that could reverse the course of time. there are a few magics that can speed up or slow down time, but reversing it is theoretically impossible"
Prometheus searched in every nook and cranny of his memory for a clue to his return to the past.
"But then I have more important things to do in the near future."
Prometheus opened the palm of his hand and seconds later a tiny flame came out.
" So small, but with this I should be able to join a school of magic despite my age."
Prometheus was currently 11 years old, one year too old to join a general school of magic. But Prometheus was not desperate, he knew a way to cheat on his identity and age.
"The exams are in five months, so in the meantime I have to take care of my body. I need to gain weight and muscle."
Prometheus looked at his skeletal arm and shivered, "If only I had been luckier in my youth, I might not have hurt myself 13 years ago..."
In his previous life, Prometheus had injured his mana brain when he was 17 years old, an injury that left him unable to fully utilize these magical skills for the rest of his life.
This was one of the reasons why he had lost so badly against Troene and why he had to flee from his enemies all his life.
But this time Prometheus was not hurt, if he could become an archangel again, who could imagine how great his strength would be. Thinking about it, make Prometheus trembled with excitement.
"Crazy magus... that was how they used to call me... They'll see, they'll all see. I'm going to bring my mother back to life. And then I'll burn this kingdom to the ground."
His eyes flashed a faint red glow "And then on those ashes I will build my kingdom where all humans will be equal... except those bastard nobles whom I will enslave."
Suddenly Prometheus heard laughter coming from the bar. He cooled down and took out of his pocket his purse in which he had put his savings. He counted the coins one by one
"1460 Kester, with this I have enough to last at least a month if I don't spend every day"
Prometheus paused in his sentence "...But today is the feast, a return to life doesn't happen every day"
He took 5 coins of 10 Kester before getting up.
Before leaving his room Prometheus took a shower. In his world the showers worked thanks to the magic of water and wind but also thanks to basic mechanics. It was a rather old invention which was democratized.
Prometheus spent about half an hour in the shower. Then he took out a towel on his head and rubbed his long, red-haired hair, which had finally regained its ash-red tint. His skin too was almost no longer covered with dirt.
Prometheus put on the only clothes he had, but strangely enough, even though his clothes were dirty, full of holes and smelly, he emitted a confident and fearless aura.
The laughter coming from the bar resounded again, Prometheus pushed the door of his room, a faint smile on his lips."It seems to be lively there."
Prometheus crossed the corridor and passed the empty counter and went to the bar which also served as a restaurant.
He was still limping because of the attacks of the burning sparrow, but fortunately his wounds had healed.
The restaurant/bar was a 20 square meter room with wooden walls. On the left there was an old-fashioned bar, with a barman, a counter, and wooden stools.
In the centre of the room there were basic tables for 2 or 4 people lined up with 2 metres between them.
Prometheus walked to the nearest table. To his left a group of three men were sitting at the bar, glasses and bottles were stacked in front of them and most of the bottles were empty.
One of the men had a scar on his face, he was telling a story to his two friends
" As I was telling you, in front of me there was a bear from the ice plains, he must have been at least 4 meters tall. When he saw me he cried out, you should have seen how terrifying it was... "
The man was making grand gestures with his arms to mimic the bear. His two other comrades looked at him and listened to his story with passion.
A barmaid arrived at Prometheus' table. It was the same young woman who had given him the room.
" Wow you are all clean, you just need to change your clothes and you will be unrecognizable"
Prometheus who was rather tired from his day did not answer. The waitress opened a little notebook. " What'll you take?"
Prometheus looked at the sign where the dish of the day was written:
"I will take you a dish of the day and also as a drink I will take you a braised whisky".
The waitress looked perplexed at Prometheus. He was much too young to drink alcohol at best he must have been 11 years old, but because of his poor nutrition Prometheus was suffering from growth problems and looked more like a 9 year old child.
But as the bottles of Braiser whisky were selling for at least 50 kester the waitress said nothing and went back to the kitchen.
The man with the scar continued his story.
"I am with a sword in my hand and next to me there is this guy I just met. The guy is terrified I swear he was shitting himself. So I tell him to get a move on."
Prometheus was waiting for his order, a strange feeling told him that something was wrong. But he couldn't figure out what.
Next to him the man started shouting. " So I said to him, MOVE YOU OR I'LL KILL YOU BEFORE THAT BEAST EATS US".
Suddenly Prometheus understood, he knew this man, he had probably already met him, but where?
Prometheus couldn't remember. He was on his guard, he knew that the few people he knew in that city were not very recommendable.
He began searching through his childhood memories to try to find out who this man was.
Searching in his memory the only thing that Prometheus realized was that he did not remember having had any friends as a child, he searched for the only memories he had left were either bitter. Or concerned his mother. Prometheus thought,
'What a shitty childhood I had already lost faith in humanity at the age of eight.'
A minute later the waitress comes back to Prometheus. She leaned over to him, and told him gently with an embarrassed smile.
"I can't sell you braised whiskey... you... you're much too young and even if I wanted... my father wouldn't allow it. He too was drinking at your age and he wants me to tell you that it will bring you nothing but trouble... believe me it's better for you..."
Prometheus did not bat an eyelid, he was not really surprised by the words of the waitress.
Since some time the kingdom had been at war with alcoholism, which was ravaging the population and even some noble or great magus family.
This had forced the king to take action out of frustration. He had put in place two decrees:
1- The sale of homemade alcohol is forbidden in the kingdom.
2- The sale of alcohol to a person under 16 years old is illegal.
The waitress put a water worm on Prometheus' table and left, saying, "Without alcohol, it's more fun".
Prometheus didn't give a damn. Whether he drank or not his day was not going to change, even though he was actually a little disappointed.
The man at the bar was finishing his story "And it's like I got my scar and cut the balls off a bear".
These two friends were hilarious "I don't believe it", "That's a 'story buddy!"
It took them a while before they stopped laughing. But one of the men started laughing again and tapped the scarred man on the shoulder.
"Did you hear Bob what this kid wanted to order?
"
The man with the scar looked at his friend. "No, what did he want?"
His friend stood up. "That little kid who weighs less than 100 pounds wanted a bottle of braised whiskey."
Bob who was drinking a sip of beer spat it out " Stop messing around "
his friend turned to Prometheus " No, no I assure you I heard him ordering "
the other man with them nodded " Me too ".
The three men looked at each other before laughing again. Prometheus who heard them laughing at him said nothing, in fact he thought inside that he would have surely laughed like them if he had been in their place.
After all, braised whisky was a very strong and spicy alcohol that could knock out even heavy drinkers.
Bob, who seemed to be the leader of the group, squinted his eyes and looked intently at Prometheus' face.
" That kid's face looks so familiar, I feel like I've met him before".
One of his friends looked at Prometheus with a smile on his face:
"It's normal they all look alike, all those dirty beggars, look at his clothes, I bet he normally sleeps in the street"
the other one laughed: "I wonder what he had to do to pay for a roof"
Suddenly Bob's face clears up, "I remember now he's the son of the other whore"
Suddenly the glass of water on Prometheus' table exploded. Prometheus tried to stay calm, but hearing someone talk about his mother had always been his weakness.
Prometheus thought, 'They don't know my mother, they don't know her, calm down, calm down...'
The three men who had seen the glass explode laughed, one put his hands in front of his eyes "How scared I am"
the other put a hand on his buttocks "I think I shat myself like the guy in your story Bob".
The two men started laughing again, but Bob was more sober, he smiled, "So where is your mom, is she here? "
Prometheus didn't answer. Bob raised his voice.
"You little bastard, answer me quickly! "
Suddenly Prometheus remembered whose voice that voice was.
He opened his eyes wide, his hands began to shake and the air around him immediately warmed up.
Prometheus remembered his encounter with this man. He remembered how this man had asked him where his mother was, how Prometheus had answered that she had died, and how the man got angry and attacked him with a knife, leaving a horrible scar in the middle of his left hand.
This hand wound had always been a source of mockery for Prometheus when he was young.
Women looked at him disgustingly, men mocked him. In his youth Prometheus had been terribly complexed by this wound. As he grew up Prometheus had become powerful and had often dreamt of taking his revenge on this man.
But a little voice in his head told him that it was not yet time for revenge, Prometheus tried to stay calm.
Prometheus opened his mouth slowly, " How do you know my mother? "
Bob looked at him with a perverse smile, " I've asked for these services if you know what I mean."
Prometheus clenched his teeth, "No, I don't understand?"
Bob scratched the back of his head, "She was selling her body for a pittance."
Prometheus was an intelligent and realistic man. Even if he found it difficult to accept this information it was almost impossible to refute.
How a woman on the street, who was ill, could have fed her child in this world without getting her hands dirty.
The mother of Prometheus was very beautiful and men desired her. Why this situation would have changed when she lived on the street. Why would they not have taken advantage of her condition.
As he thought of what his mother must have endured Prometheus felt an indescribable pain.
But this pain also turned early into anger, an anger so powerful that had never before experienced it.
He took a deep breath, opened his hands and put his arms up. Suddenly flames burst out of the ground. Prometheus whispered a word, "Come up" and the flames began to grow and spread throughout the room.
Prometheus stood up and made a pats forward to the group of three men. His eyes were red from anger, his hands began to tremble with rage.
" NOW EVERYBODY SHUT THEIR MOUTHS... I'LL ASK THE QUESTIONS!"
Prometheus' quest for revenge had just begun and it would be stained with blood.
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