Prologue: Rebirth
He opened his eyes once more, waiting to see something familiar. Maybe the white ceiling of a hospital, or even the cream colored wall of his room. However, what greeted him was a different view at all… He couldn't even describe it with words. Writings, runic writings were crafted all over the ceiling. Yet they were all so, familiar.
"You had awakened." He heard a rough voice spoke in his mind. He sat upright, frightened by the voice. After all, everyone would feel the same if there's suddenly a voice boomed into their mind.
"Here, fool. This is all I get? After sacrificing most of my resources, all I summoned is a creature without the slightest of intelligence?"
Quickly, the young man felt humiliated. "Show yourself!" He yelled out into the empty ruins. The only source of light was the glowing orb floating in front of him.
Wait a minute.
Floating orb?
"Yes, looks like you finally noticed me." He heard a snicker. And the light from the orb began to dim and the orb slowly disappeared into thin air. As soon as the darkness began to cover him again, the runes crafted into the wall began to shine with a golden radiance. Reflexively, the wanderer covered his eyes. When he had finally adjusted to the light, he placed his arm back to his side, and the face of an elderly.
The old man sighed.
He heard him murmured some gibberish, too fast and too foreign for him to catch his meanings. Once again, he heard the voice in his head, complaining. "In the name of the Scholar… this creature is almost useless…"
He remained silent. Usually he would have beaten the old man into hell and back, but somehow… his aggressiveness was gone. What replaced it in his heart was a stranger named passiveness, to stay calm and get one's head out of entangling issues and tackle from the outside with speed and accuracy.
Suddenly, the old man looked at him. He could feel a strange feeling emanating from the old man… He never felt this before. Suddenly, the old man's frown broke into a grin of pleasure. He laughed for a while, and spoke to him in a language not known to him. Probably because of the bafflement shown by the youngster's face, the old man laughed again, and a voice entered his mind again.
"A humanoid that cannot understand Common, but could understand Ancient Tongue..."
"Ancient tongue?" He blurted out, and quickly shut his mouth up. Silently scolding himself for being that stupid.
He looked at the overjoyed face of the old man, screaming something in a language that was very strangely, sounded like English. However, the dialect was very different… estranged from the usual English one would normally listen.
"The Scholar be praised!" The voice boomed into his mind, nearly brought him into the brink of death again. "Oh, praise the Scholar! Thank you for your wonderful gift! Thank you for such a wonderful familiar!"