Hello everyone, Whisper here and let me tell you how happy I am to finally be here. I have helped my friends with some stories but never had the courage to actually write one. However since I couldn't sleep thinking about this story, I decided to finally put it on paper. It is as said, a blend between Fate Grand Order and Highschool DxD and certain elements from one or two series at max. While the novel characters will most certainly appear, this story will focus on people I personally find much more interesting: The heroes. Not that Issei and Co. won't be important, they will, but I wanted to give heroes and their never ending struggles a chance. I always loved hero's tales and since I have already read some in this site, I thought about one from the side of the humans. I am getting off topic, so I hope you enjoy, have a nice time and, if possible, do take the time, to leave a review.
PS: if you did enjoy, and like FGO, please leave your favorite heroes in the reviews, some may even end up on this story, since I plan on adding some more heroes to it (only three had been chosen until now).
PS2: Please, be kind with the reviews, it is my first fic and English is not my first language. I will begin to look for a beta, but until then, I ask for just a bit of your patience. The beginning may be slow, but it will be worth it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Highschool DXD, FGO or any of the series that will be used! I don't want that much trouble!
Humans are weak.
Have any of you ever thought about it?
They fight for the smallest of things, despise others of the same species just because of their skin colors or social standings. Their greed and desire is so great that the very planet they inhabit is on the brink of collapse.
And yet…
They laugh, cry, learn and end up moving forward one step at a time.
Humans are confusing.
Sometimes, you can do nothing but hate them for their stupid decisions and hypocrisy; while in other moments; one can't help but admire their resilience and free will.
But…
There was one man who the humans respected. He did almost everything perfectly: lead, teach, build, guide, observe, paint, write, judge. However, even though many said that this person was blessed by God himself, there was one thing he could not ever do: be human.
Having been ordained as a king from the moment he was born, that man had no choice but to hear the voice of God and act accordingly. His psyche was dispassionate and (He didn't understand things like hate, love, regret, sadness, anxiety, happiness) inhuman. And, because of that, that man also envied his fellow humans.
He had everything, a white throne; He properly ascertained people, properly established laws and properly governed the country. He was loved and respected by the masses as a wise, gentle king who was full of love. He had a beautiful and caring wife who had given her everything to him and power beyond measure. However, he knew he was missing something, something very important.
Even though he could hear the voice of God himself, it didn't give the answers he so desired, the emptiness that seemed to crush his very existence. He would have given all-it up and lived the rest of his days bearing that terrible feeling.
At least, it was what he intended until that fated encounter.
It was a day like any other, and the man stood by his golden garden, simply observing life flourishing around him. As he prepared to depart, a young, petite girl bumped into him.
It didn't hurt him or anything, it didn't even tickle. When the man turned around, he could easily see she was one of the new servants, who had come to serve at the palace. It was also possible to see a collar around her neck.
While she begged for help, with tears coming from her eyes, three golden guards came and pulled her away from him, throwing insults at her for even daring to approach the king.
The man wondered why that scene seemed wrong.
It was the right thing to do. He knew that, he had written the law himself, and yet, why did it feel so wrong? His decision was what was best for his people; there wasn't even one citizen who complained about his rule. But, as he watched the girl bleed while giving him a mean look, and the guards with satisfaction all over their faces, something changed in him.
He ordered the guards to take the girl away and treat her wounds. The response he heard would haunt him for many sleepless nights.
"My king, you should not be concerned with a slave, she is just a disposable item for your greatness. And this one even had the audacity to try to run away." And with that they took her away.
The disgust in his voice shocked the king to the core. Such was the shock that questions began to arise at the back of his mind.
Wasn't that girl a fellow human too?
Wasn't she deserving of the same freedom that those guards had?
Why did it feel so wrong?
Why did it seem wrong?
Why?
Why?
Why?
The king never had the need to ask that, everything was granted to him at the time of his birth. He had mastered it all, he had knowledge that the creator himself had granted him, and yet, he couldn't answers these enigmas.
Then, as the wind breezed through the gardens, he understood. He felt, for the first time, doubt. That was it, what he lacked, what his heart so desperately desired. He wanted to be human. He wanted to feel, to care, to love, to cry, to be happy, to evolve, to fight for what he wanted and not have everything simply given to him! He, who had been only but a king since the moment he was born, had a desire.
And so, that voice, the one he hadn't heard in quite some time, came to him.
｢You, who are qualified, once again, I ask of thee. What is your wish?｣
The king immediately answered.
"To truly become human!"
｢Art thou aware of the consequences? You who had been chosen to lead those people.｣
"Humanity is strong, even if they don't have me to guide them, I am certain they will walk on the right path!"
｢And if you are wrong?｣
"Then I will entrust these to the future. If needed, please, punish me and allow me to once again guide them. In that case, I, who learned their way, will be able to show them the proper way" The king said as he raised some objects to the sky which promptly disappeared.
｢Your devotion and love have been proved. Your wish shall then be granted. Be aware, however, that you shall, once again, be called to fulfill that role.｣
Though, he, who could see the future, never even considered such an option; such was the trust that man had in humanity.
Before the sweet embrace of death came to claim him to guide him to his new human life, he had one last vision, of war, of grief, of loss, and he understood what the voice had told him.
The wife of the king, worried by the absence of the ruler on the throne, arrived at the garden looking for him and saw the man slowly falling to the ground. Rushing to aid him, she was also the last one to hear that man final words:
"Forgive me."
That king's legend came to an end that day. the people mourned and lost their way. Conflicts arose, his kingdom was almost completely destroyed, their way of life was forgotten and many lives were lost. The citizens cried and cried for they could never understand why their beloved king had left them.
But the voice had understood, and had granted the only desire for his beloved child. Nevertheless, his child still had many things to do. For he, one day, would come to be known as the King of Humans.
Middle East, 1990.
"AVENGE US! AVENGE US! AVENGE US! AVENGE US! AVENGE US! AVENGE US! AVENGE US!"
"RUN!"
"WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME ALL ALONE?"
"IT IS THEIR FAULT!"
"IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE YOU!"
"Mom? Dad? Where are you?"
"They need someone."
"I know you can do it."
"If only they didn't exist!"
"Forgive me; I leave this burden to you."
"Don't go!"
A boy suddenly awoke and rose in a hurry. Same dream, again and again. A lot of blood everywhere, screams begging for revenge, his mother telling him to run, confusing images and a voice asking to be forgiven and another begging him to stay.
The boy, who looked no older than eight, quietly rose from his small bed and used his shirt to wipe away the cold sweat of his face. He laughed a bit, since no one but she would want him to stay anywhere.
As he finished he looked at his arms that were covered by bandages, from the tip of his fingers all the way up to his shoulders. The boy, once more, cursed for being born with these birthmarks, they had given nothing but trouble to his mother.
Not only that, his silver hair and golden eyes certainly didn't help the case. Even so, despite being called a demon so many times, his mother held nothing but love towards him and that was more than enough for the boy.
The boy, even though he was so young, already considered his fellow humans weak. They despised him for being different? They hated his mother for giving birth to a so called monster? Who were they to judge? They didn't see how much she had sacrificed for him? How many sleepless nights she had to go through to get even a single loaf of bread home!
He hated them, all of them!
HE HATED THEM!
HE HATED THEM!
HE HATED THEM!
HE HATED THEM!
But his mother didn't.
She always said to him that humanity was a beautiful thing and, one day, she was certain they would all end up understanding one another. That is why she had given him that name, in hopes that her little boy would guide humanity to a better place.
Seeing the sun rise in the distance, the boy cut himself from his thoughts and ran outside the house to the well near their home to get water. It was a little blessing they had found this small cabin near a well with no one living in it. Every other place didn't want a demon living near or with them.
That said, he still had to walk for an hour to get to the public school. Well, at least, he was leagues ahead of every single student and even some of the teachers. The boy didn't know how he learned so fast, but if it helped him bring money home in the future, he was not complaining.
As he brought the bucket of water into their little abode, he saw his mother offering a prayer to a picture of him, her and his father.
His dad…. He never thought about him much, but from what he learned from the gossip of the people in town, the man was from a very rich family who, 'unfortunately' had fallen in love with a commoner. They had run away when his parents didn't agree with the marriage. The problem was that the rich family was of some really bad people and when the patriarch heard what happened, he ordered to bring his son back.
Summing up, they found his mom and dad, and the patriarch killed his own flesh and blood right in front of his mother. The only reason he also didn't kill her was because he thought death would be too good for her and threw her away on the streets. Worst of all, he controls the entire city, so, another reason everyone hates them there.
"Good morning to you my sunshine!" His mother said, distracting him from his thoughts. She was, even after everything the world had made her suffer, a beautiful woman. Long black hair, carefully weaved. Heart shaped face; blue eyes that made man drown in them. But, what the boy loved the most about her were three things. First, it was the smile; it could light a dark room, stop an eclipse, and make humans beg for their sins to be forgiven.
The second, it was her hands. The woman wasn't afraid to show the incredible amount of calluses and scars she had on both of them. She worked hard to provide for them, even, if sometimes, he regretted to give his mother such a burden.
The third one was her spirit. He only saw her sad when the date of his father's death came. She was usually a happy woman, always singing while cooking, or laughing at the silliest of things, never getting angry at him or at other people. Once, they threw water at her when she was coming back from work, and she thanked the woman since it was a hot day.
It was also that spirit that allowed her to get a few jobs. So much was her insistence that some places ended up hiring her, even if they did pay less than they normally would.
"Mother, please, stop calling me that. It is embarrassing." As soon as he said that, he immediately regretted as the woman went into a corner and began to sob.
"My poor baby doesn't love mommy anymore. Even though all I do is for him. Oh Dear, where did we went wrong in raising him. I should just join you to avoid the shame of a son who doesn't love his mother." She said with fake tears.
"Mom! I am sorry ok, I love you too." He said giving a kiss on her cheek. The woman then immediately enveloped him in a bear crushing hug that made him almost suffocate.
"I knew my baby boy would come to reason, that is why mommy loves you so much!" with a large quantity of kisses, she finally let him go, allowing the boy to breath.
The mother also noticed the bruises on his face and in the torso, assuming a serious expression.
"You are hiding things from me again. Where did you get those? Are those the reason you barely talked with me yesterday?" She said trying to take a look only for the boy to distance himself.
"I fell on the playground of the school. I was distracted." And by fell, he meant the group of bullies at his school which picked on him for being weird. The problem was that the teachers and the other children ignored these or even encouraged this kind of behavior.
"Are you sure? Because I can leave work a little earlier to have a conversation with the headmaster." She said, but the boy began to shake his head to confirm it was no problem.
"I will be fine." And with that, he left to take a bath with a little of the water of the well.
"My son… I just hope I can raise him to your expectations dear." She gave a sad smile to the picture of her husband and went to prepare what little breakfast they could eat.
As he was about to leave for school, the boy saw his mother at the door waiting for him with a little packet.
"This is for you." She said as she gave the bundle to him. Immediately he could smell a delicious scent.
"Mother, the dried meat was supposed to be for your lunch! I would be fine with just a little of bread and goat cheese." To be honest, they had found two goats not far away from their houses. As no one came to retrieve them and the animals seemed attached to him and his mother, they kept the goats, which were extremely healthy and always produced a lot of milk.
"No can do, in case you forgot, today is your birthday! And you need to eat healthy, so you can become a lady-killer and bring a lot of beautiful woman home." She said with a smile.
"But I only need mom…" he said on a low tone voice, but his mother still managed to hear it. Then she pulled him into another bear crushing hug.
"Ow my God, my son is such a handsome man. Alright, mom will be your bride." She said as she turned him around from one side to another.
Later as she let him down, she gave him another smile and said.
"I have one final surprise for today, but you have to wait until tonight ok? Now go or you will be too late for class. Mommy loves you very much."
Knowing it would be too stupid to argue with her, he said he loved her and began the long way towards his school.
As soon as he arrived there, the boy could already see the looks of disgust on the others' faces. In the beginning, the girls and some boys liked to talk with him for he was very smart and didn't play pranks on them, instead he helped them with homework.
However, everything changed when the bandages on one of his arms came undone. It was a very hot day, and the teachers had the children play with water at the playground. The boy stood away from the others reading a book, since with water, the bandages could come off easily. It was then one of his bullies, called Ayaan, who is four years older than him, noticed that he was all alone, and decided to play a prank.
He went on the boy's blind spot and threw a bucket of water on him. When the teacher and the other children came to see what was happening, they all saw it. Black patterns on his arm that looked like tattoos. The problem was that the designs seemed ominous for some reason and everyone began to fear the boy.
The bullies, seeing he didn't react to their insults, took that opportunity to hit him. What they didn't know was that the boy could see their movements, but he never did anything because he didn't want to upset his mother.
After that, everyone in school knew who he was and were ordered to stay away from him. The kid could see some people wanted to speak with him, but they never did, since their parents forbid it.
That way, a new routine was born. The boy would come to school really early, hide in the library to read until classes were about to start, watch the first classes, get bullied during recess, get back to class, get more bullied after the teaching was over, go home. If he was lucky, he could escape his bullies after the lessons were over.
As he entered the classroom and sat. Once again, he noticed that almost everyone had stopped talking and began looking at him with disgust.
'You should just kill them. They don't realize what you are destined to be.' And there it was the cherry on top of his problems. That damned voice in his head.
It had begun a long time ago. A single voice, monthly at first, but then, it went to be weekly, then daily, now it was almost hourly and it was driving him insane. At least, the boy discovered that if he ignored, it would go away after a few tries.
'You ignore me, even though I have been with you since the beginning, you don't have much time left. Everything is about to change. You have to wake up.' The voice said something new which scared him and disappeared. The class ended, with the teacher 'forgetting' to call his name once again. The boy safely arrived, during recess, at a tree, at the back of the school to eat his lunch. At least, that was what he thought. Ayaan and his gang of bullies had already spotted him and were going his way.
"Hey demon, what are you doing there? Is it some kind of magic ritual to make you normal?" The others laughed, but the boy didn't do anything and only continued to eat quietly. Of course that attitude pissed Ayaan. Who did he think he was? Just because he thought he was more intelligent than them and some of the older girls still liked the boy, he thought he could ignore him and his friends?
In an act of rage, Ayaan came and punched the lunch box from the boy making it fall on the ground and spoiling its contents.
"My mother made that." The boy said.
"And do I look like I care?" Ayaan said with a smile.
"She was hungry; she made this for me even though she was hungry." The boy continued. Ever since the Gulf war had started, food had become more and more difficult to acquire, so some of the kids did felt some pity for the boy.
"And do I look like someone who cares if you, a demon, and your mother go hungry. As someone who gave birth to a monster like you, she should die, so we don't have to be afraid of more things like you coming around."
Everything stopped. The tree stopped shaking, the laughs on the other side of the school, the sound of footsteps coming from the building. Everything stopped, like time itself was waiting for something.
The bangs on the boy hair were covering his hair as he asked.
"What did you say?" Ayaan, due to the adrenaline, still hadn't notice the changes and said.
"You heard me! You are a devil and your mother in nothing but a monster…." He never managed to finish his sentenced as he felt the air leave his body, as the young boy in front of him punched him directly in the stomach with an impossible strength.
"As he fell to his knees and began coughing blood, he looked to the boy to ask what was wrong with him, but he stopped as he saw his face.
The white on his eyes were gone in exchange for complete black. The golden, which many girls claimed it was beautiful, was now red like blood.
"I was going to ignore everything you said as I usually do, but, I think there is one thing I cannot forgive. You were badmouthing my mother." The boy said in a terrifying calm voice.
As Ayaan turned to call his friends for help he noticed they were all trembling and some had even stained their pants, but none of them could move from their spots.
"Your…associates can't help you now Ayaan. You know, I never wanted to do this, but let it be known that you only have yourself to blame." The transformed boy then gave a punch on the bully's left arm which gave a disgusting noise.
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!" the bully screamed as he felt his arm had broken.
"Oh relax you idiot, two to five months and you will be ok. If you read books instead of wooing girls or bullying those weaker than you, you would know that." The boy said with a smile.
"S-Shut up you monster." Ayaan said mid tears as he wondered why the teachers or anyone wasn't coming to see what was happening.
"Oh, are you waiting for someone? I am afraid no one is going to come here. This area is my realm and I made sure no one will ever disturb us." He said showing a smile full of pointy teeth.
As all kids began to desperately cry for anyone and the tears began to fall like a river in their faces. A grand battle was happening inside the boy's head.
'Kill them!'
'They don't deserve it'.
'They do! They are the lowest of human beings. They can't even be called that'
'But it is not right.'
'Right? They called your mother a monster!'
'That is right.'
'No one has to know.'
'It would be so easy.'
As he approached the leader bully, he heard one of the other kids say.
"Mommy, please help me." It was nothing more than a whisper, but the boy heard, and the boy remembered what his mother used to say.
Flashback
The boy was home waiting for his mother when the door opened to her. When he ran to hug her, he saw that she was full of bruises and one of her eyes was closed due to the attack.
"Mommy!" The boy ran to her to press her to a hug.
"Hello my sunshine." She said giving him a hug despite her injuries.
"Who did this to you mommy?" The kid said with worry and anger.
"Hahahaha, worrying about mommy? That is too cute! Don't worry mommy had to talk to some bad guys but she is all right."
"Was it because of me?" it was no secret the people of the town hated him and used to discharge that anger on his mother. He said in sad tone, but without dropping even a single tear.
"Maybe if I hadn't been born, maybe mommy wouldn't have to…" He never finished that sentence as she involved him in a warm hug.
"Now listen to me and listen well, mother never regreted a single day she spent with you. I love you sooooo much! You are everything to me. And I am sure one day everyone will respect and love you. One day, you will change this world." She said with a smile.
"Mommy promises it?"
"Mommy knows it. Just as I know humans can change for the better." She said and the two hug again, taking comfort in the warm the other provided.
End of Flashback
Yeah, his mother would never forgive him if he did this.
Then everything suddenly went back to normal the kids could move, Ayaan didn't have a broken arm, and the boy's eyes were back to normal.
As soon as they noticed, they all began to run, leaving the boy alone.
The boy himself was sweating cold once again. What had happened? It felt like he wasn't even in control, like he was someone else, someone old, powerful and dangerous.
As he collected his lunch or what was left of it, he noticed a female teacher coming towards him with nothing but fury in her face, but the moment she got close, the anger was gone and in its place a smile bloomed.
"Ah, there you are! The headmaster wishes to speak with you."
"I will be going there immediately professor." He said with all caution he could gather. Why was she smiling at him? Maybe he finally would be expelled?
"Oh, no! You are injured and your lunch! How dare they do this to you? I will contact the school nurse to have a look at that and after that, I will inform the school canteen to prepare something to you." She said with a voice that sounded really concerned.
"Er, what? That will not be necessary professor; I can take care of myself, but thank you anyway." The boy then ran, ignoring the calls of the teacher for him to stop. They never had cared for him, why was she being nice?
He then went directly to the headmaster to explain what happened. What he was most surprised was that the older man actually believed him, saying he would do everything in his power to help him.
Not only that, the school nurse, who had never even looked at him, also went to the headmaster and did a full check up on him and even treated his wounds.
In the rest of the class, the other teacher actually called his name and even congratulated him for correctly resolving the problem.
'It has begun, your legend is about to start once again.' The voice said which only made him more confused.
As the class ended and he, with a headache slowly appearing, began collecting his things, some girls called out to him to ask if they could walk with him out of school to get some ice cream.
Surprised by this, the boy quickly put everything in his bag and ran away from the class all the while questioning what in the world was going on.
'Awaken o' chosen one! Your people don't have much time without you. These land needs thee.' this time a different voice, a feminine one said.
Everyone he passed, offered him a smile, asked if he needed anything or wanted to know his name. It was freaking him out. They never cared about him; they always called him a demon! What had changed? Had it been that thing with the bullies?
His headache only seemed to grow, and he actually began to feel weak. Thank the heavens he was five minutes away from his home, from his mother. He couldn't wait to tell her what had happened. His mother was smart when it came to people; she would know something at least.
But what awaited him wasn't the comfortable home he grew to love, or the sounds of his two white goats, happy he had come back. Not even the sound of his mother singing her favorite song, since it was her break from work. What awaited him was a house in flames, his goats dead, with their blood everywhere and seven men in front of what used to be his front door laughing while kicking and punching a woman.
Not just any woman.
It was his mother.
Then before he could scream or do anything, a man pulled a pistol and shot her two times in the stomach.
The boy saw his mother move, and then, she didn't move anymore. He stopped.
The man saw him and went to his direction.
"Finally, we found him, hey kiddo, your grandfather wants you! Said he found someone he can sell you to. Although he said we should kill your mother, you don't care if we have a little fun with what is left right?" The man said and the others laughed.
The boy was still silent, looking at his mother.
"Hey stupid boy, he asked you something! Answer him." One of the other men said and went to punch him. However, before the punch even connected, it was stopped by a small golden circle that was floating in the air.
"What the….?" The man said as he and the others noted that it wasn't just one golden ring, but ten of them, which were around the boy as if protecting him.
"Oy, you idiot, what are you waiting for, get the kid! The boss will kill us if we don't return with him." The leader of the group said.
But no one moved, no one could do it. Someone or something was stopping them from even taking a step.
"IT SeEmS YoU hAvE bOtHeReD mY mAsTeR." They heard a deep voice, which made every single one of them fear for their souls.
"I DiD wArN HiM tO bE CaUtIoUs aLl tHoSe ThOusaNd of YearS aGo, bUt hE NeVer listened tO Me." They noticed the voice come from the boy who now had black and red eyes and sharp teeth.
"I CaN'T HeAL her LadYSHIP. YoU hUrT the ONLY HuMAn AliVe who cAreD For My MaStEr. ThAT DemANds ComPenSatION." The boy (?) said in an eerie tone.
Before anyone could plea. Seven dark masses surged from the sand. They seemed like simple black columns at first. But then as it form began to clear, It was possible to see their shape, with black skin, resembling a cephalopod tentacle with rings of round or diamond, red eyes in place of suckers.
The things released inhuman screams as their teeth (?) began to salivate and came closer and closer to the paralyzed men.
As the henchman all screamed, the creatures (?) advanced and, in one fell swoop, devoured all of them as their eyes searched the area for more intruders or perhaps, they were also looking for more food.
"PaTHetIC, tO ThINk We cAn OnLY SuMMon SeVeN. It ProVES hOw WeAk wE HaVe BeCoMe." As the boy (?) said that the ten rings came to a halt and appeared on the kid's fingers.
"We fAiled MaStEr, EvEn iF IT iS not aLl of Us, we should Have aT least bE strong EnouGh to Have prOteCTed tHe matriarch. I WilL apologize Later for such a Mistake. For Now, master has to be with her." As the voice began to get weaker and weaker, the boys' eyes began to return to normal and soon it seemed the original child was in control.
The first thing he did was to run towards his mother and try to raise her with his tiny arms, he was, after all, still eight years old.
"Mother, please, don't leave me." The words seemed to have some effect as he saw her open one eye and give him a tiny smile.
"Hey sunshine, you are late." She said weakly.
"This is not the time for this. I have to get you to a hospital." He tried to move her, but she released a small scream of anguish which made him stop. He then raised her bloodied t-shirt and saw a lot of blood coming out. If he didn't do something soon, he would lose her.
"I need water, knife, and bandages!" But before he could get those things, he was stopped by his own mother who was smiling at him.
"Enough. You can't do anything. I know it is hard, but, please stay with mommy in those last moments." The boy almost couldn't see anything for the amount of tears coming out of him. He never had cried. Not even as a baby, but he couldn't stop now.
IT WASN'T FAIR!
Why his mother had to die? She was good, caring, and never did anything wrong! It was them! The humans' fault! He would kill them!
KILL THEM! KILL THEM! KILL THEM! KILL THEM! KILL THEM! KILL THEM! KILL THEM! KILL THEM! KILL THEM! KILL THEM! KILL THEM! KILL THEM!
And then, he felt a warm hand touch his cheek, it was his mother with a smile and sad eyes.
"I know what you are thinking, but don't go that way. You will become like your grandfather. Live, my son, for them! For the humans. They may not be all good, but that is because they are scared. They don't have anyone to guide them. We were given free will and that is the greatest of gifts, but we need someone to guide us." She stopped to cough some blood.
"Promise me. Promise me you will guide them. You are special; I know you can do it."
"I-I promise mother! I will guide them to the best of my ability, I will save them." He said, not even a shred of doubt in his voice, accepting the huge burden.
"T-That is my little boy." She then began to cry. "My only regret is that I will not be able to see you grow, to see you graduate, fall in love. Mother wanted more time, mother wanted to hug you, to kiss you, to sing to you until you fall asleep, to teach you about girls. There was so much more I wanted to do it with you." She cried as she grew even paler. It was a miracle or the love of a mother for her child which kept her going.
"You already did mom! You done enough, I- I will be ok, I promise you." But as the boy said that, anyone could clearly see he was lying.
"My sunshine, before mommy go, there is one last thing she needs to do." As her trembling hand went to her back, she pulled a cupcake with the words Happy Birthday.
"It is a little kneaded and I didn't get a candle, but mommy is sure it is delicious." She said, voice getting even weaker. "Let us sing a song, for the best son a woman could ask for. Happy birthday to you…" the two of them continued until only one voice could be heard.
As he finished the song, he took the cupcake from the plastic and gave it a bite. With a trembling smile and even more tears, he said.
"Mommy, you were right, it was delicious." As he looked at the peaceful expression on her face, the boy continued to cry until the night had fallen.
It rained that night. A storm, as if the world cried for a boy and was angry at those who brought such sorrow to that person.
Next day
The kid didn't sleep, if it was simple for the grief of it or if it was because of the throbbing headache that simply didn't go away, no one could know
As he finished involving his mother with a blanket, he made a silent prayer to ask for her to have a nice rest and find her husband.
As he slowly dragged the body to the back of the house, where he had prepared a grave, he remembered her last words.
"Live for the humans!"
How would he ever do it? He had no resources, no one to go to, and nothing to even begin.
He would think about these things later. His mother needed him right now. As he approached the grave, he spotted, coming from far away two camels, each carrying a person.
Quickly, he lowered the body and took the shovel near the grave as he run to hide in a pile of sand nearby.
When the camels got close he could see it was a very old man, with white hair and beard and with only white clothes, including a hat. The other one was what he knew from the books as a butler, with an English mustache and cold steel eyes.
"I can't believe it! What happened here? Where is Bate-Sheba?" The old one asked as he looked around.
Bate-Sheba… That was his mom name, but she had forbidden him from calling her name as she hated it.
"Could they have gotten away sir?" The butler said as he inspected the surroundings.
"I don't know Tabbris; she said she would be fine on her own. Never contacted me! And since the sealing, I can't see as I used to. The only thing that set me off was the fact the rings had disappeared and the fluctuation of energy on the region." They were getting close to what used to be the front door.
Rings? Could he mean those rings the boy now wore and couldn't get it off no matter how hard he tried?
As they passed the house, they noticed his mom body and the old man went to touch her, which the boy quickly came out of his hiding place.
"Stop, don't touch my mother!" The boy said making the butler appear in front of the old man in a fighting pose.
"Tabbris that is enough! Can't you see who this boy is? It is him!" The old man said as he tried to get closer to the kid who promptly moved back.
"Ah, forgive me. By the looks of it, you are on edge. Not that I blame you. My name is Chuck, I am a friend of your mother." He said, offering a hand to the boy who still looked at him with suspicion.
"Mother never spoke about you." He said as he gripped his head as his headache got even worse.
"Well, your mother didn't want me to meet you until much later, but… You don't seem okay." The old man said.
"I am fine! What do you want?" Something inside of him wanted to trust that man, but the headache and the events of yesterday certainly weren't helping it.
"We are here to help." Chuck said as he tried to get closer only for the boy to step back again.
"How do I know I can trust you? No one ever cared for me beside mom. You appear out of nowhere and expect me to believe you. Sorry, but that is not happening." His head seemed like it would explode. What was going on?
"Listen to me, I know the situation doesn't put me in a good light, but you need help, it is running amok. If we let this go, you are going to die!" Chuck said with worry.
"What is running amok?"
"Your magic"
"My what?"
"We don't have time for this! Tabbris!" In a second, the butler was behind the boy's back, giving him a quick hit, which made him almost instantly. His last words were:
"M-mother."
He didn't have a nightmare, but the dream was weird. He was in a giant white balcony of a palace with unknown clothes as what seemed a legion of people cheered his name.
Then a woman with a beauty that seemed out of this word came to him with a small smile."
"My king, your loyal subjects, eagerly await to see you." She said as she took his hand and guided him for the people to see. When he appeared, the screams got even higher, some people fainted, others even cried. Many screamed his name in happiness.
That is my name, but where am I?
"My dear husband, are you alright? I never saw you like this?" The beautiful lady said with concern all over her perfect face.
"But where are we?" Before she could even react, the boy was falling, falling in memories. He saw a man just like him fighting in what he supposed it was a war. He saw himself in the city of Athens, in china with one emperor, as a teacher in what looked like the Middle Ages. They were all him, but, at the same time, were not.
Finally, he was staring at what looked like an older version of him in a golden garden.
"Hello." The older one said with a smile of someone who knew things.
"Hello?" The kid said as he looked around to the field of flowers that seemed to go endlessly.
"You are probably wondering why you are here. I don't blame you, I would probably have a lot of questions too, but now is not the time for that. Not with our benefactor waiting outside."
"Benefactor? You mean Chuck?"
"Chuck? That is what he is calling himself nowadays?" the older one laughed.
"Who are you?"
"I thought you knew. I am you after all."
"That doesn't make a lot of sense, but, somehow, I know I can trust you."
"Wow, are you sure about this? I could be some sort of evil guy trying to kill you."
"I don't think you can do that. No, I know you can't do that."
"Hoh. So you already can notice this far… It seems our powers are indeed coming back and the curse is going away."
"Powers? Curse? What are you talking about?" The boy said without a hint of fear.
"You seem calm about this. Even if you are the first to ever reach this point."
"Again, I have no idea what you are talking about! Could you please explain it? "
"It is kind of complicated to tell you everything right now." Suddenly, a large tremor echoed everywhere on the garden and the older one let out a chuckle. "Listen you got to go, Chuck is calling for you. After he is done, I will be sure to call you back here. After all, you still have not met your other benefactor."
"Who?" The garden trembled once again as a lone red eye with pupil in shape of the cardinal cross stared at the boy.
"I will be waiting master! Next time, call me by name as you used to!" And with that, the kid was pulled away from the garden at full speed.
The first thing he saw, were the stars. Infinity of them seemed to stretch around the dark sky.
He rose from what looked like a sleeping bag and noticed his headache was gone.
"Finally awake Young Master?" The butler said. The boy noticed he was cooking something near the fire. It smelled simply heavenly.
"Welcome to the land of the living, my boy. Feeling better?" Chuck said with a laugh as he approached from who knows where?
"My mother?" he asked as he looked around to catch a grave surrounded by strange flowers which also seemed to come out of nowhere.
"we did the heavy lifting, but here is the last rose for you to put at her grave." Chuck said as he gave the boy the flower and somehow that voice seemed really familiar.
｢You are qualified. Speak your wishes. I shall grant it｣
Impossible! If the memories of his past were right, then this man was…
"You are a very knowing for someone who just completed nine years. May I know the name of such a brilliant boy?" Chuck said with a knowing look.
"I thought you already knew that."
"Ah, but is only common courtesy to introduce yourself. I think we will be spending a long, long time together my boy."
How many years had been since no one called his name? Always things like monster or devil spawn. The boy opened his mouth and said the word which would be in every single human's lips in a few years.
"My name is Solomon."
So that is a wrap, can't believe I did it. It got a little dark in the end, but I think It was necessary. Anyway, how many of you even guessed the boy's name was Solomon, the Great King of Old? I think all who played FGO got it in the middle of the chapter. Please tell me your thoughts, if you think it is good. If you think it is bad, what should I do in relation to my writing… That kind of stuff. I will be eagerly waiting.
Before I forget, please tell me your favorite heroes or heroines. They may end up in this story.