Bab 1: Prologue (part 1)
My father was a simple smith in a stuck-up village on the countryside.
My mother is a local witch's daughter which basically makes Us magic Pride.
Magical Prides are families related to magic, but not exploiting it's limits to the edges like Magi,
but using it on daily basis in daily routine, which makes them a target for hate born from envy.
The Childhood of mine was very harsh due to the lack of trust from my 'playfriends' side.
The play was of special sort; just they grab some sticks and stones and have fun by wrecking my bodyside.
Also my parents treated me kind of crude, coz wanted to make me used to the lack of trust of people.
All 'goodtimes' ended in a special sort of accident in my teenage times.
When all my self-esteem and love of my family was crushed like my prides.
It all started at the Melty Festival.
With a mysterious man's arrival...
It was a sunny day as always in the mountain's dry environment after some floods caused by melting snow and glaciers deep in the frosty land of Koruda.
The festival was a little delaed due to the local landlord's late arrival, guess he got some problems on the road. He's called by common folks simply 'Lord Quda'.
But usually he got no companion unlike that cursed time.
Teens laughed at him due to his strange apparition, fragile.
But everyone's hearts were beating a loud, cheerful song of nature's rebirth, which warmed everyones bodies, and soothed cold, stressfull Froze.
Melty was a happy time of all bad thoughts relief, when all your worries get evaporated by incomicg heat, and long seven seasons of Octavo.
There were so much to plan - every season yielded another crops to harvest, but all were good to a shepperd, which only care was guarding his pack from wolves, and training his Helfi.
Shepperddogs were simply called 'Helfi' due to the natural Hellish colour of furred scales, and their helpiness of course. The name's Sil, by the way, Mom called me that since I was 'Whelpi'.
Returning to the main shade of my life's story of falling:
The man has looked curious of almost everyone dancing.
All felt a little uncomfortable by his cold gaze, littly tainted with hatred and... furious envy perhaps.
Nobody, including the Lord, knew his whereabouts, which simply somehow wasn't bothering folks.
All of these words just vaporized before were even thought.
Back then I didn't know about mages ability called Rhought.
But that fellow was not a mage, I clearly felt it with my mana sense.
His flow was strangest I ever felt, very strong, but without Clairvoiance.
That word means the purity of spirit, which is impossible to cast a single spell without, despite legendary Life Powers.
I was a bit thrilled in the presence of such mysterious being and often looked his way, didn't know the price I later paid for my foolishness.
The Melty Festival was a huge feast as usual; everybody pulled their supplies, that survived Frost, which this Octavo was quite weak, so the feast was especially large that time, and that made even many bottles of booze appear.
Everyone was a little drank, so the atmosphere was very loose, that much, so the strange fella was asked into dance by a few girls, two women, and a well-drunken old man, which immediately regreted his drunk couragius deed.
His both hands were severed when the man simply touched his staff in a blink of green flash.
First I thought - Magick, but it wasn't the cause - his movements were simply that fast.
All the party froze silenced by overcumbering fear of certain death which gazed right into their eyesockets.
Everyone but myself. I simply walked to the fella, and said with power in my voice, power which source was yet unknown to me:
"Eternal filth! You dare interrupting the long tradition of Melty's Feast by bloodshed, don't think You'll make it outa here in one piece!"
Status Power Mingguan
-- Peringkat
Power 
-- Power
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