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The Other To Divinity

Auteur: thelifeofddaro

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Chapitre 1: No Longer Lonely

Theos drifted between waking and darkness, his mind tangled in shadows. He felt himself gasp for breath, the air thick and unfamiliar, each inhale scratching against his throat. What is this? His thoughts wavered, struggling to coalesce in the blackness pressing down on him. The silence weighed heavy, like an iron shroud, yet his own heartbeat thudded loudly in his ears, each beat grounding him in the present moment, pulling him out of the strange dreamlike fog.

It was just a dream, he reminded himself, though even that thought rang hollow. Theos felt the memories drifting back, yet they seemed empty, like echoes of something he should remember but couldn't quite grasp.

My name is Theos Khronus. He latched onto the thought, letting it pull him back to some semblance of self. The name steadied him, though the questions pressed harder in his mind. Where am I? What day is it? What... am I?

Theos managed to open his eyes, blinking against the harshness of daylight, and saw that he was lying in the center of a massive crater. The earth looked as if some tremendous force had carved it away, leaving him stranded on an island of scorched, cracked soil. The crater stretched out in all directions, desolate and seemingly endless, like a vast wound upon the land. It felt surreal, and yet the solidness of the dirt beneath his fingertips told him it was real.

He sat up slowly, his vision hazy, but something—or someone—caught his attention at the crater's edge. A lone figure stood there, outlined against the emptiness. She was tall and radiated an aura of quiet strength, her hair shimmering like spun gold as it caught the sunlight. Her eyes, even from this distance, gleamed like shards of ice, sharp and calculating, assessing him with an intensity he felt on his skin. She wore combat gear that seemed to meld with the landscape, its rugged texture part of the earth itself.

The woman took a few steps toward him, her movements fluid and silent, her gaze never wavering from him. As she came closer, her presence felt as solid as the earth beneath him, yet as ethereal as a dream he couldn't shake. Kneeling beside him, she lifted him with ease, her touch firm but unexpectedly gentle. Theos's mind spun with questions, but the exhaustion was too much. His vision dimmed, his consciousness slipping back into the murky depths.

When he awoke again, he was in a small, sunlit room, the walls rough and bare but bathed in golden light spilling from a window. Theos blinked, his head pounding, as his eyes adjusted to the brightness. He could hear faint noises outside—birds chirping, leaves rustling, distant footsteps—but he was distracted by a single, heavy thought that coiled in his mind: Why am I still alive?

The question gripped him as a flood of memories rushed in. He remembered a life filled with solitude, shadows of a family that felt like a distant, unreachable memory. There had been dreams once, but they had faded into the same darkness that now wrapped around his heart, and he found himself almost wishing to return to that oblivion. He squeezed his eyes shut, willing himself back into sleep, hoping the ache in his chest would dissolve. But something held him there, an invisible tether pulling him from the edge of despair.

The door creaked open quietly, and a presence entered the room, grounding him in the here and now. He opened his eyes, feeling a strange sense of relief as he saw her—the woman from the crater. Her face was kind, unfamiliar yet somehow known, and he hadn't realized just how much he craved a human connection until that moment. He reached out, acting on pure instinct, and wrapped his arms around her, clinging tightly. Emotions surged within him, raw and unguarded, and tears welled up, spilling down his cheeks as his shoulders shook.

She didn't pull away; instead, she embraced him, her hold warm and comforting, steadying him in ways he couldn't express. Their embrace felt timeless, stretching beyond the boundaries of his memory, as if he were finally anchored after drifting in a void for an eternity. Then he felt it—something strange, a soft glow enveloping her, casting a serene, green luminescence that shimmered around them like the light filtering through leaves in a forest. Fear flickered in his eyes as he started to pull back, but he found that he wasn't afraid. The light was warm and peaceful, a reminder of the pulse of life itself.

Slowly, they separated, and Theos took a shaky breath, his voice barely more than a whisper as he asked, "What…are you?"

She met his gaze with compassion and mystery glimmering in her eyes. "I'll explain," she said softly, her voice flowing like a gentle stream, calming the storm inside him.

She sat beside him, her expression thoughtful as she began to speak. "The world of Aryka is vast," she said, her tone laced with memories from a lifetime ago. "It's divided into five continents, each with its own races and histories, each land filled with tales older than most can remember." She paused, glancing out the window as if the lands she spoke of were painted in the sky beyond. "We're currently in the land where humans and elves live side by side. But even among elves, there are different kinds."

Her words seemed to open something within Theos, as if a distant memory was stirring. He listened intently, captivated by the way her words brought visions to life in his mind.

"There are the pure elves," she continued, her gaze turning distant, "the ones brimming with raw, untainted energy. And then there are the dark elves," her voice dropped to a somber note, "elves who were once pure but were corrupted after drinking the blood of a demon god. Their power is twisted, tainted with the darkness that overtook them."

Theos felt a chill run through him, imagining the horror of such corruption, the fall from grace.

"But then, there are the ancient elves," she said, her voice softening, and he could see a flicker of sadness in her eyes. "We are bound to nature itself, connected to water and earth, to the essence of life that flows through every living thing."

She looked at him then, her gaze unwavering, a steady resolve shining through. "I am one of those ancient elves. My name is Roseville."

Theos stared at her, his vision blurred with the last remnants of his tears but sharpened by something fierce within him—a resolve he hadn't felt in a lifetime. Beneath the grief in his eyes was a fire that surprised even him, a silent promise that ignited in his heart. In that instant, he knew, with a certainty that went beyond words, that he would protect her. From that moment on, he vowed that he would guard Roseville, even if it cost him everything he had to give. The gods themselves would falter in the face of his determination.

With his heart set, Theos turned to her, feeling a strength he hadn't known existed. "Will you teach me magic?" His words were heavy, carrying the weight of a thousand promises unspoken, a thousand vows yet to be fulfilled. He knew, in that moment, that he needed to become stronger, not just for himself but for the one who meant more to him than anything he had ever known.

Roseville studied him, her blue eyes piercing yet gentle. After a long silence, she finally nodded. "If that's truly what you wish, I will teach you," she said, her voice calm but filled with a subtle intensity. "But magic isn't just power, Theos. It's a bond with the world, with every element and every living thing. If you seek to protect, you must understand the strength that lies within nature itself."

He nodded, her words settling deep within him, becoming a part of the promise he had made. Roseville began to explain the nature of magic, her voice weaving stories of the elements, the spirits, and the essence of life that flowed through Aryka. She spoke of the ancient rites, of how magic was not simply summoned but shared, a communion with the world itself.

As she spoke, Theos felt the beginnings of something awakening within him. He could feel the faint stirrings of the earth beneath his skin, the whisper of wind brushing against his soul, and for the first time, he felt truly alive. Roseville's words filled the empty places within him, and he felt the ache in his chest ease, replaced by something far more profound.


Chapitre 2: First step To Strength

Theos stirred awake, blinking against the morning light streaming through the window, warming the side of his face. His body still felt heavy and tired from yesterday's events, his mind tangled in memories that felt both foreign and achingly familiar. He looked around the wooden room, taking in the simple furnishings: a rough-hewn table beside the bed, the earthy scent of the forest wafting in through an open window.

A creaking sound drew his attention to the door, and he turned his head quickly to see who was entering. To his surprise, it was Roseville. A smile broke across his face, a bright light in the shadowy corners of his memory. But before he could utter a word, she cut him off with her serene voice. "I'll teach you the basics when you're ready."

Her calm demeanor belied the seriousness of her words, and a wave of questions crashed over him. "How did you know?" he asked, his surprise evident.

"Because you're simply too weak," she said firmly, meeting his gaze without flinching. "Your body is not ready to handle the power that Primal holds."

The weight of her words pressed down on him. What if he lost her? The thought of returning to the isolation he had known before clawed at him. "How can I get stronger to protect you?" The fear in his voice surprised even him, rising up like a specter from his past.

Roseville's cheeks flushed a soft pink. "Theos, there are many ways to protect someone, even without Primal," she said, trying to reach him.

Desperation clawed at his chest. "I can't go back to the darkness; I have to find a way!" His voice trembled, reflecting the turmoil within.

She hesitated for a moment, her expression softening as she recognized the fierce determination behind his fear. "Very well," she relented, looking almost defeated. "If you truly want power, you have to train your body. I cannot teach you the power of Primal yet until you are eleven."

His excitement bubbled to the surface, but then reality set in. "Wait, you just said you'll teach me!"

"You have to train your body to be ready. I also can't teach you Primal until we know your affinities." Her tone was unyielding.

"How can I train my body?" he asked, his heart pounding in anticipation.

Roseville smiled knowingly. "You'll need to kill ten monsters by the end of the day."

Theos's eyes widened in surprise, but hesitation quickly transformed into determination. Grasping a small dagger that Roseville gave him in his right hand, he felt the cool metal against his palm. Time was of the essence; he couldn't waste a moment. As Roseville led him outside, he was struck by the world beyond the shadows of his memories—a vast landscape that felt alive, brimming with color and energy. A tear rolled down his cheek, knowing he couldn't afford to be weak or afraid anymore.

He felt a desire igniting deep within him, a fierce resolve to become the strongest being that ever existed. To protect Roseville, to protect this newfound light in his life. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the first step into a reality where only the strong could shield the vulnerable.

As he stepped into the forest, he moved as quietly as he could, dagger held tightly in his hand. The air was damp and heavy, alive with the sounds of rustling leaves and distant animal calls. Suddenly, he heard something behind a bush. He turned his head slowly and saw a small rabbit with a large, yellowish-gray horn. Its white fur glistened with moisture as it nibbled on red berries.

He crept closer, his heart racing as adrenaline surged through him. With a swift motion, he clutched the dagger and prepared to strike down with all his might. He aimed for the rabbit's neck, summoning an unwavering determination. As he plunged the dagger in, blood gushed out, splattering against the damp grass. Primal energy surged into his soul, invigorating him, filling him with a power he had never felt before.

As he stood up, breathless and exhilarated, he was startled by five other rabbits darting out of the bushes, scattering in all directions. But something else stirred within him—an ominous energy lurking in the shadows. He pushed his senses to their limits, aware that danger was close.

Without warning, he felt a something behind him

Theos heart raced as he saw the minotaur looming over him, a terrifying mass of muscle and fury. Its nostrils flared, and a growl rumbled deep within its throat, sending vibrations through the ground. This is it, he thought, panic rising. I'm going to die.

The creature charged, hooves pounding the earth like thunder. Theos barely managed to sidestep as the massive kick whistled past his ear, the force of it stirring the air around him. He stumbled but quickly regained his footing. I can't show fear, he reminded himself, gripping his dagger tightly, knuckles white with tension.

With a primal roar, the minotaur lunged again, its hulking frame barreling towards him. Time seemed to slow as he braced himself, muscles coiling like springs. Think! he screamed internally. You can't let it win!

Panic surged as he found himself floating in a surreal white void, memories and glimpses of future events swirling around him, ethereal and haunting. In this liminal space, he could see flashes of his life, both past and yet to come—moments of loneliness, fear, and the shimmering light of hope that was the will to win. The vision faded, and suddenly, he was back in the forest, the minotaur looming above him, its eyes burning with fury.

Before he could react, the creature struck him hard on the shoulder, pain shooting through his body like fire. The world spun as he stumbled backward, gasping for breath. At that moment, all he could think was that he would die here if he didn't fight back.

Gathering every ounce of strength within him, he summoned a small but fierce blue energy that flickered around his fist, glowing with intensity. This was his chance—he would not let fear dictate his fate. As the minotaur lunged again, he countered, his fist colliding with the beast's jaw in an explosive clash that sent shockwaves through the ground. Dust swirled around them, forming a thick cloud, and Theos felt the earth beneath him tremble as they struck.The impact sent shockwaves through his body, but the minotaur barely flinched. It spun around, its massive horns catching Theos off guard. He barely managed to roll out of the way, the sharp tip grazing his shoulder. Pain lanced through him, but he refused to succumb to it.

I can't die here. I have to protect Roseville! he thought, the fierce resolve surging through him. The fear of losing her ignited a fire within him. He would not let that darkness claim him again.

As the minotaur prepared for another attack, Theos felt the world around him fade again, but this time, he embraced it. In the white void, he found clarity. He was not just fighting for his life; he was fighting for a future—a chance to see the world around him that he never thought possible.

When the dust settled, he saw Roseville standing above him, a fierce protector, shielding him from the minotaur's rage. He opened his mouth to scream for her to run, but the words stuck in his throat, fear paralyzing him.

In that heart-stopping moment, Theos felt himself slip into unconsciousness, the world around him fading away. 

Promptly after Theos passes out Roseville put forward her arm, a dark green energy surged surrounding her body all of the energy eclipsed the minotaur her energy was pure and radiant, her only desire for letting this beast live was to further Theos improvement, Just as swiftly as she beat the minotaur she sealed the minotaur as she had the perfect plan to train Theos. 

When he awoke, he was back in the wooden room, the scent of something delicious wafting through the air. "Theos, I made you breakfast," Roseville said as she entered, her smile brightening the space. She carried a tray with steaming tea and soup, the warmth radiating from it like a comforting embrace.

As they ate, she told him a story that seemed to weave itself into the fabric of his being. "Long ago, there was an elf who challenged the gods. He fought with all his might, his spirit burning bright. Though he could not defeat them, he left his mark by driving his blade into the heart of a god, a blade steeped in the blood of the divine. But shortly after, he was outmatched by the immense power of the divines. That elf was my father."

Her voice carried a weight of history, reverence, and sorrow. "His strength and courage are etched onto this dagger now, and it's for you to bear."

As she presented the dagger, Theos felt a strange energy surging from it, overwhelming yet familiar. It was as if he had held this blade for lifetimes, an extension of his own spirit. Respect for the man who had dared to challenge the impossible filled him.

With fierce resolve, he tightened his grip around the hilt, his eyes blazing with an unquenchable fire. "I will do what he couldn't," he declared, his voice steady and unwavering, echoing the promise he made to himself.

Roseville's expression softened, pride mixing with the tenderness of a mother. "I believe you can," she said, her voice filled with warmth and hope. "But remember, power is not just about strength; it's also about heart and purpose. We will train together, and I will guide you."

In that moment, Theos felt a bond deepen between them—one forged in the fires of shared struggle and a common goal. Together, they would face the challenges ahead, the weight of their destinies intertwined. The world beyond the horizon called to him, a vast expanse of possibilities, and he was ready to embrace it.

With Roseville by his side, he would not just become stronger; he would become a beacon of hope, a warrior born from the ashes of his past, ready to carve a new path in a world that was both wondrous and terrifying. And as he looked into Roseville's eyes, he knew—he would protect her, no matter the cost


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This is my first time wiriting a fight sence if you watched is wrong to pick up girls in a duegeon is where i got the most inspo for this fight

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