Bab 7: IN THE MIND OF A MORTAL:A SPECIAL BOND
All throughout the world, there exist people called "lost". These individuals are known as souls. They exist purely because they have unfinished business that cannot wait. When they die they simply return to their afterlife. They may reincarnate,be reborn or go into a different dimension. But what is important for them to know is,they have unfinished business and it will not allow them to rest until they fulfill it.
They seek justice to get themselves released from their eternal torment and thus they find a place to call home. They are like ghosts, they wander through this world. Some of them come into the minds of living humans and others into that of spirits. They are both alive and dead at the same time, they can be both peaceful and violent. They are both human and spirit and yet they are one. Some of these spirits can control other spirits and they can manipulate them. The souls who can control spirits are usually the most dangerous. They can cause death without meaning to. Their actions can affect lives of others and the consequences could include mental damage or mental illness.
Some people,like Alvin or Gweek,have a very strong and powerful spiritual essence,which makes them able to wield magic as an art form.
Alvin had many spiritual attributes,among them is the gift of foresight which allows him to foresee events in advance.
He could often predict things such as his upcoming battles,what kind of monster would come after him and how long it would take for him to win.
He was very skilled in the usage of magic.
Alvin was one of the "lost",with unfinished business and a heart full of revenge.
But...he wasn't in his "Immortal " and powerful body. He was caged in the mind of a very weak young mortal. His path to glory and strength and revenge, looked very grim and bad.
He was still grateful though, he had loved ones to avenge and a new journey before him. And he didn't fear anything. There were worse things to fear in life than death itself.
He had fought bravely and his soul felt proud of its achievements.
He had finally managed to get out of Gakhta.His victory brought forth a huge smile on his tired features.
He quickly assessed his host. A pathetic smile made it's way to his face after the assessment.
Rhys was the true definition of weak. A body so weak it couldn't even cultivate properly.
"Looks like I have a lot of work to do" He sighed and waited patiently for his host to wake up.
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The sun shone brightly above him as he sat up and looked at his surroundings.
The place looked like a normal forest,except that he was surrounded by a massive stone wall.
The grass was green,the trees were huge and the sky looked blue.
Everything looked like an idyllic scene.
Then the past memories started flooding through his brain and he started running like a mad man.
What he remembered vividly was the horror he witnessed some hours ago.
He ran as fast as his frail legs could take him and the scenery changed after about thirty minutes of non stop ran.
The landscape had changed into the town outskirts.
A couple of minutes passed before he slowed down and stopped.
He wiped the sweat off his forehead and lay down. He was completely exhausted!
He slowly opened his eyes and noticed that he was lying on a bed of moss. Everything around him was pitch black.
His hands were tied to.
He struggled to free himself but failed miserably.
He then heard footsteps approaching.
"Who are you?" Rhys shouted.
"Where are they?You lie and I'll plug out your heart!" A cold feminine voice answered as she cut off the ropes and slightly cut his left cheek.
"Wanna experience more pain?" The voice asked.
Rhys fell into a state of frenzy. The cold voice was talking about the Cultivators who were on his tail. He knew how they had perished. The godess had killed them mercilessly, but he dared not say a word lest he'll be killed for deceit for everyone knew the godess never left a witness.
"Why don't you speak?!" She asked impatiently. "If you keep quiet, I won't spare you." She added.
Rhys continued silently and waited for her next move.
Then he remembered something. The godess had given him an ability of a sort. He had seen the white orb being implanted in his head.
"Come out and help me,whatever or whoever you are" he cried internally.
"You can throw a punch can't you?" a voice replied from his head.
He was perplexed, but this wasn't the time to act dumb and silly. An assassin was breathing down his neck.
"Yes I can,I can roundhouse kick too" he answered in his mind.
"Great! Provoke her and let her take out her weapon, we'll attack "
"But I can't see anything... how do..."
"Hush ,young one. Darkness is my best friend, we have an advantage,now listen,do you trust me?" The voice spoke again.
Rhys took in deep breaths and calmed down.
"Yes of course, I do! What happens next?" He replied with newfound confidence.
"Good! Remember: when she comes near you,just strike her with all your might. This will be our chance. Once you hit her,she won't expect you to hit her again with the same force. Her defence is fragile and you'll be able to stab her anywhere you want!" The voice whispered in excitement.
"How am I supposed to do it exactly?"
"There's a rock infront of her,she doesn't know it. She'll trip and lose her balance for a split second, throw a punch with your right hand to the left side. She'll be caught in a moment of shock, then roundhouse kick like your life depends on it. When she's down we'll kill her". Alvin replied.
"Wait a second!" Rhys interrupted "Are you kidding me? You mean I'm going to kill her?! I've got no idea how to kill someone!"
"You don't need to know. All you have to do is put pressure on her heart and stab her. We'll handle her from here."
"But.."
"No buts...you're in a cruel world. It's either your life or your enemies. Never hesitate to kill someone who wants you dead. Take this from me. Now start provoking her,insults will do"
Rhys hesitated but he decided it would be for the best.
"Do it now!" said the voice excitedly.
Rhys was nervous and confused as an introvert standing on a stage for a talent show, but he did it anyway.
He managed to call her a sl*t,without stammering. And he called her weak and toothless which totally drove the female assassin nuts.
She charged towards Ryhs just as Alvin had predicted and stumbled too. Rhys threw a punch, a very heavy one which nearly knocked her down.
"You're not very weak after all,hahaha" Alvin laughed.
That was the cue.
"Glad to meet you Rhys!" Alvin suddenly shouted from inside his mind as he began to chant inaudible words while pointing at his left shoulder.
As the last words fell from Alvin's mouth,a purple ball emerged from the left shoulder of Rhys and started spinning violently.
"I can use powers?" Rhys exclaimed in disbelief.
"You have an affinity to elements, perfecto!" Alvin grinned.
The female assassin was down and screaming.
"You...whe...re have you...been?" she asked in equal disbelief as Rhys.
"Ohh,I just took a tour in the forest and chanced upon a treasure" Rhys replied.
"Now stab her and finish her!" Came Alvin's cold voice.
Rhys reluctantly picked up the assassin's sword and cut her head cleanly off.
"Bravo! Congratulations on your first kill and Unlocking your Powers, Young Mage."
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