Blood Successor
Chapter 1
The Never-ending Rain Sings of Sadness Again
Dark clouds gathered slowly and fog began to stretch its arms embracing a spooky, broken down chapel. Stained steel fence barricaded it poorly, with spooky weeds ever growing taller clinging onto the fence. The lights within the chapel on the second floor were dim; all other floors have got no lights and the earthen path to front door crooked. Tiny animals roamed around the weeds within the fences, rustling sound grew ever stronger. With the cold breeze blowing, weeds waved like hands. Not long before all the rustling ends, a man carried a new born baby pushed open the front gate and walked in, his footsteps were heavy. Each step he takes cost him his life, blood rolls down like a tiny stream from his chest. A fatal wound that none will survive; but somehow he survived. Upon reaching the door, he gently lowered his arms and laid the baby on the doorsteps. He caressed the baby chubby cheek and kissed his forehead. The baby was covered in a white cloth now tainted with his blood. The baby chuckles innocently as he touches his cheek.
“Grow up well” He bid the baby goodbye and took a last gentle glance. A sense of sadness grew ever deeper within his eyes. He felt horrible leaving him, not to protect him till he grew up is his regrets. He knew it but yet he have to distract the enemy or all effort will be in vain, be it the mother of the baby or his alone. He raised his arms and exerted mana onto his finger. He recited a spell turning his fingers into brilliant blue, without further hesitation he clawed open a dimension portal. He lifted his heavy legs and with each step he walked closer the portal. The dimension portal devoured his body and soon he vanished into thin air.
As soon as the portal closed, raindrops started to pour from the heavy clouds, nourishing the crooked earth with each dripping. Tiny animals sniffed back into their wonder home avoiding the rain while plants and trees joyfully spread their roots towards deeper ground for water. Soon after, a man opened the front door, stood there watching the rain pouring. They baby chuckles in excitement when raindrops splash to his face. The man whispered “Rain, a confusing event. Looking at it makes one wonder what meaning has it brings along. Some brings misfortune and some brings life while some signify a new era.” He picked up the baby and fade away into the darkness, the door closed as if was pulled by magic.
A teenage was hurrying his way as the rain began to pour like mad. He pulled over his hood and clutch his cloaked tightly, he ran.
“Rain~” he sighed. Soon, he came across a group of cavalier. They were all clad in armor except for one; the one that caught his eye. She was wearing a dress with frills at each ends. She has fair skin and dark black and long hair. Her hair looks silky and smooth. Though her dress covered quite much of her body but it cannot hide her well care and splendid body figure. He quickly passed through them as they looked ‘not to be staring at’.
About half an hour later, he reached a small town and walked in from the east gate. Another group of cavalier rode passed him in a hurry.
The leader suddenly halted, turned around and asked “have you seen a group of cavalier escorting a girl?”
“Well, I did.” He answered. “She’s too pretty to not be noticed in this rain.”
“Direction?” the leader frowned, clearly he was not please by his behavior.
“It’s that way, good sir.” He pointed to the direction he came from and smiled gently “have nice journeys.”
The leader turned and rushed along, disappearing into the road. The rain has tune down and soon will stop.
He took notice at the lance the group of cavalier was using. They were Renval symbol. Renval has quite an easy symbol. They were a cross that looks like a sword while a fire was burning at the top.
“The carving on the lance,” he murmured “Renval army?”
He wandered around the town. The town was separated equally into three sectors, one on the east, the other west and between them another sector. Industrial sector, shop lots and residential sector were well-planned. Industrial sector were build far away from residential sector which is on the east. Therefore, the middle sector was none other than shop lots. Without wasting time, he has had a stroll along the shop lots looking for items. The shops here have got one thing good about them and that is they were controlled by the local lord. The price will never be overprices. So basically shops owner will have to come together monthly to decide the price. Good news for buyers as they can get better services as each shop compete using services.
This was his first time coming here because all this time his father took care of all business leaving him playing in the forest. He was allowed to come here today so he was excited. By seeing the well-planned structure of this small town, he thought he might see better plan in the inside. He was rather disappointed to see that all the shops were not planned well. Dairy shops scattered about and so do clothing shops and other shops. Well at least they were in their sector.
He walked around wondering whether to buy some tools back to the church. Soon, he came across a wondering peddler demonstrating his goods on a piece of big cloth lying down on the earthen floor around the corner. There was this one pair of gauntlet that caught his eye. That pair of gauntlet was coated in dark red material. There were some crimson lining glowed on every edge around it. For some reason the gauntlet released a comfortable aura that attracted something deep within him. He moved closer and the feeling grew stronger.
“How much is this?” he singled out the gauntlet and held it by his hand.
“GOOD GRIEF, young sir!” The peddler shouts out in surprise.
“You’re confusing me here, mister!” he replied. “How much is this?”
“If you would, do please take it” he answered happily. “Ever since this ‘thing’ I found in the woods came into my good business been lagging”
“Well if you say so.” He took the gauntlet and wore it.
After having a stroll around the town he search his way to the east gate and went back home.
He ran slowly along the road for about three quarter and slipped into the forest to his left. Pushing through the bushes and weeds walked a few narrow paths and cross a little stream, slowly he came to a chapel. It was broken down but the fences were well-cared and a crooked path leads to the front door. There was a figure lying beside the path, fists clenched hard. The grass around his area were stained in blood and not far from it a dark foul stain devouring the ground; leaving the ground pitch black and smells of death emits from the circular stain. There was some black liquid oozing out from the middle of the devoured ground.
“N-no, no, no . . .” he trembled as he murmured “this cannot be! What happen?”
He flipped through the fences and dashed to that figure. He reached out his finger to test the man pulse. Later he tried listening to his heartbeat. All his effort tells him that he was dead.
“I won’t let it happen!” he whispered. He channeled mana to his fingers and gathered them into one point, solidifying it. He raises his fist and hit the concentrated mana into the man chest. Upon hitting it he changed the pure concentrated energy ball into electric element. When it reached the man’s heart; his body trembles from the electrification and bounced up a bit. He tried the same method several times but it was all in vain.
“F-father” he murmured “I-I swear to make whoever did this pay!” trembling in anger he screamed as a thin line of tears stream down his cheek.
As he tried to stand up a surge of pain rushed through his head. His veins throbbed madly in fear and excitement. It was far more painful than migraine. The pain waved in and out like sea water. He gripped his head as if the head was not his and he kneeled down. He screamed in pain and soon his mana outburst. His mana run along all his veins like mad and without directions they collide against each other like billiards. He knows if this goes on he will probably tear into pieces or chunk of flesh by his own mana. He has got no choice but to release all his mana. This is a bitter choice as mana was like a source of life to a mage. There were very high percentages that one would be dead by doing so and some who were force-release by enemy in the battle committed suicide, some lost confidence in themselves and for worst they lost their faith.
Mana that was supposed to be formless formed a humanoid form around him. Every little bit of mana flowed out from his marma (pressure point) and slowly the concentration increased.
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