“Fearis, the festering God. Birth into the vast and dark aether, alone and empty. Confused Fearis was the total opposite of the darkness, wild, spirited and curious. Anything that might wake the chaotic vastness was used including violence, diplomacy, and all tricks that she could think of were put in place. Alas, nothing worked, cold and empty from lack of anything but the dishearten goddess, took to slumber. At the time… well, existence didn’t exist so records of the length of slumber can't even be ponder upon. However what we do know is that Fearis dreamt, of… Fire!”
“Ahahaha, old man you tell good stories
Kukuku, Sir could you tell another, please?
Ahahaha, I want more stories!
Hehehehehe, everybody knows Fearis!”
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I’ll manage a story however after you must all go home to rest. This day of work has put you all in a state of exhaustion. Hmm… let’s see…”
The courtyard of a simplistic yet large wooden mansion drape in auburn colours merged into the sunset. Almost simulating the man’s grand tale of how and when he slew a ferocious creature himself. The grand epic came to an end. Children’s eyes becoming excited and tired cinders yawned and stretch before rising to their feet. Then proceeded to carry their younger siblings down the hill into the valley.
The only one left was the same boy that asked for the story in the courtyard. Curled up on a soft piece of grass under one of the many trees. Secluded away from the main group.
“Ah, poor child. His parents long since have left us for a new life. Still, it makes me reminisce of my old affairs.”
Conflicted the old Elder many gathered up the very young Pierre into his arms carrying him to the guest’s room. Now Pierre’s room. Giving one last look at the boy the man’s expression grew in sorrow.
“Only if his mother and father were here today. Things could be so much easier for the lad.”
Nightlight illuminated the earth, the young boy capturing its elusive glow was laid to …show more content…
I hope he’s not angry… wait he’s never angry though. Eep! He’s frowning, did I do something. Did he hear what I said? That embarrassing.
“ Little Piers, intelligence like you said useless. Unless applied to the abilities you already possess. In the end strength reigns.”
He did hear that then… wait master said something I’ve been thinking of for a while now.
“Master is there a way to apply it in my situation? I can’t just ponder on nothing, I know awakening requires insight but I don’t really any other clue.”
“It’s simple. What did all those great fire heroes have? No matter the gender, fear, courage, health, wealth, help they received, quests and obstacles they overcame everything. With the most important goal in mind for themselves. Like saving a princess or village from calamity. I tell you, the answer can only be found in you. Me directly telling you could disturb your future potential of establishing your true wick.”
“Eh? Master, all the heroes saved people, directly or indirectly. If I saved something I will reach my flame. How could I had been so dull? Of course! Master Qas is a genius! I need to someone in need of my existence to found my wick!”
“Uh… little one there something you misund-
“Thank you, Master! I'll be home by
“Ahahaha, old man you tell good stories
Kukuku, Sir could you tell another, please?
Ahahaha, I want more stories!
Hehehehehe, everybody knows Fearis!”
Children from …show more content…
I’ll manage a story however after you must all go home to rest. This day of work has put you all in a state of exhaustion. Hmm… let’s see…”
The courtyard of a simplistic yet large wooden mansion drape in auburn colours merged into the sunset. Almost simulating the man’s grand tale of how and when he slew a ferocious creature himself. The grand epic came to an end. Children’s eyes becoming excited and tired cinders yawned and stretch before rising to their feet. Then proceeded to carry their younger siblings down the hill into the valley.
The only one left was the same boy that asked for the story in the courtyard. Curled up on a soft piece of grass under one of the many trees. Secluded away from the main group.
“Ah, poor child. His parents long since have left us for a new life. Still, it makes me reminisce of my old affairs.”
Conflicted the old Elder many gathered up the very young Pierre into his arms carrying him to the guest’s room. Now Pierre’s room. Giving one last look at the boy the man’s expression grew in sorrow.
“Only if his mother and father were here today. Things could be so much easier for the lad.”
Nightlight illuminated the earth, the young boy capturing its elusive glow was laid to …show more content…
I hope he’s not angry… wait he’s never angry though. Eep! He’s frowning, did I do something. Did he hear what I said? That embarrassing.
“ Little Piers, intelligence like you said useless. Unless applied to the abilities you already possess. In the end strength reigns.”
He did hear that then… wait master said something I’ve been thinking of for a while now.
“Master is there a way to apply it in my situation? I can’t just ponder on nothing, I know awakening requires insight but I don’t really any other clue.”
“It’s simple. What did all those great fire heroes have? No matter the gender, fear, courage, health, wealth, help they received, quests and obstacles they overcame everything. With the most important goal in mind for themselves. Like saving a princess or village from calamity. I tell you, the answer can only be found in you. Me directly telling you could disturb your future potential of establishing your true wick.”
“Eh? Master, all the heroes saved people, directly or indirectly. If I saved something I will reach my flame. How could I had been so dull? Of course! Master Qas is a genius! I need to someone in need of my existence to found my wick!”
“Uh… little one there something you misund-
“Thank you, Master! I'll be home by