บท 7: Chapter Seven: King's Soul

"So how do I get out of Davient Illusion?" Florian ask his father.

"To fight an illusion, you have to create your own illusion." What his father says puts more confusion on his face. He doesn't understand any of it.

"That will confuse Davient's illusion. His power wants you to think what the power's holder wants you to think, however if you think differently on what the holder's power wants it will confuse the power and make it switch illusion to reality in reversed."

"You are making it so hard to understand. Can you shorten it?"

"Let your father teach you." He nod his head as he agrees to let his father teach him.

"As a beginner, you have to close your eyes." Florian immediately closes his eyes the moment he heard his father. "Imagine this is not just a plain jungle, but it is full of training tools and material to enhance your power." Florian just nodded his head despite him not knowing a thing about training materials.

So there are such a materials for training?

Florian did everything to think of something that can be a tool or material for training. He started thinking of weight tools that his father might use, or some psychological books for Davient and some movies for his mother.

"Can I open my eyes?"

"Oh, right, sorry, I forgot about you." He looks with disbelief. He just saw his father lifting a rock and can be clearly seen that his father just forgotten that he is closing his eyes.

He once again roams his eyes on the area. The ordinary center of jungle really becomes something else. The trees are gone and those tall grass, there are plenty of things for him to see. He can see some small houses that are just made of bamboo,

There are also some swords, axe, arrows and things that can be used in fighting. He was amaze on how it looks like. But he can see that those are definitely not for his age. Maybe his father will just let him use a wooden sword that is suitable for his age.

"Then how will I know my power?" He looks at his father, still busy on lifting the rocks.

"I don't know." He really can't believe his father sometimes. If his father does not know how to know one's power, then how he will know?

"Then how did you discover your own? Then why am I even here?" His father shrug his shoulder that makes Florian blink twice.

"Just tell me, how did you learn your own?" Florian asks. His father pointed at his clothes design, a brown bare tree. His father's clothes all have those designs on them.

"This was placed on my clothes when I was at your age. No one knows how to exactly identify your own power. That is why we all depend on what your color is. Mine is brown, so mine is anything related to ground," his father explained.

"That doesn't make sense at all."

"Power does not make sense at all." Florian can't do a thing but to scrats his head.

"You know anything about red father?" Guidren looks at his son before letting go of the rocks that he was lifting earlier.

"No, our town doesn't own any red power. But..." his father cut his sentence before sitting on the ground. As to Florian curiousity, he also sat on the ground to listen to what his father is about to tell.

"I only heard about this on my father that was passed on his father and the saga continues." Florian nod his head, from his ancestors.

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Long ago, a tale from a thousand years ago. There is one castle that supports a thousands people they are all living under the protection of the king. They all worship and respect the king as he was the most powerful to all the mages on their era.

The king has one and unique power that was not given to everyone, a one and only red power. It was said that it was the most powerful out of all the power that a God can give to human. It was belief that the power can par with the Gods strength.

Despite the smiles and respects they give to the king, on their shadow that can not be seen on light, a anger and jealousy for the King's power can be shown.

They all have a hidden desire to own that power and becomes the most powerful mages. To be the most amazing and to some, to fight a God or become a God.

Because of the overwhelming desire to get the king's power. The King's follower starts rebelling on his commands, the peace that is once on their town get twisted and becomes a town where people starts killing each other to prove who can be worth to fight the king.

Despite all their efforts, in just one click of his hands. All his followers died and he was left alone on their town with his peoples blood covering the ground and houses by nothing but a red blood.

The king was said to die sitting on his chair. A one traveller thought that the king is just sleeping while sitting that is why he greet him but it was said that the King died without a soul. That his soul is missing and all of his blood is gone like it was suck out of him.

The king lost soul becomes a mystery, it puts people in fear of the king's sudden return. A fear that the king's power is too powerful and it can kill every one in just a single flick of his fingers.

As the story pasess throughout the generations, the king's true story becomes fabricated, the king's power becomes the most dangerous one and that it should not once again come to existence.

That some starts praying that the king lost soul should be long forever and not find a another body to be suitable for his power.