Revelator

First Phase: Trials and Tribulations

Chapter Zero: Memories

The entirety of the world's being is established by the people who mend and bend the laws of nature, whether crumbling the growth of the world or ravaging the plains through time, there seem to always be a term of peace. That term always fades indefinitely, therefore bringing about the dawn of strife and conflict. The inhabitants of such a place will always succumb to violence, for they symbolize the echo of purity and defiance. It was all told within the ancient scriptures bestowed upon man from the Goddess Laima. Rather than the actual text, these scriptures came from the holy tongue of such a deity, striking the hearts of many as they pleaded for guidance and salvation. The people aimlessly seek the condolences of the almighty goddesses and gods whom forged the path for the lesser beings, as long as their hearts and devotions sought the deities in the time of need—the world prospered from the balance despite the lesser disasters it had fallen to. Still, the deities were not beyond every evil and they could not tread the lands in rounds to keep the peace stability. In times such as these, a revelator is berthed onto the world with a resemblance of humble, and supernatural heroes told in stories of old. They are thrill seekers among men and women, exploring the lands and assembling the balance with the guidance of the gods and goddess; however, that stability can be trifled with now with the world's protectors having vanished and rejecting the calls of those in need…

He was a revelator. A strange revelator who dawdled carelessly in the silent darkness that dripped ancient history. The boy hugged the cracked, cold wall and shuffled relentlessly, perishing the thought of ever letting go and wandering dubiously in search of light. He rolled his tongue over his lips, satisfying his chapped lips and pressing forward through the still air. At this point, it became hard to breathe for the boy as he had been present within the dark for what seemed to be hours to him. He had once thought of shouting for help, but was frightened of the idea of something grabbing him and devouring him whole. It sent a shiver down his spine, his hands vibrating along the hard wall and his breathing becoming a bit ragged.

The boy swallowed his hesitance and shuffled a bit further ahead into the unknown, soon accompanied by a gust of serene wind. A crack of light was visible in front of him, an infinitesimal speck of light. He reacted slowly at first, picking at the crack in the wall, but soon proceeded to experiment by putting his finger in the crack, or trying to create a bigger hole by ramming his body into the wall. It provided no use, but a voice came instead, "Oh, think we got a newbie!"

Newbie, the boy thought.

"Move aside. I'll open it up."

The young revelator jumped back as the wall roared and slid up, allowing more refreshing wind and penetrating light to enter. It blinded his sight, but eventually he regained control of the surprising blur and gazed upon two figures standing tall before the movable wall. The body on the right moved forward, illuminated by the rays attacking the back of the human, "It seems you were right, Banks."

The harsh voice of the man who spoke boomed over the area and his partner nodded in reply, "C'mon! Get on out kid!"

The revelator was confused without a doubt, but submitted to leaving the darkness, feeling relieved to bathe in the luminous rays from the stretching sky. He was satisfied with the change of scenery, but as he exited the dark, he gained a better look on the men who had opened the wall.

The looked to have been soldiers, clad in silver armor that bulked their muscular features within the armor and daring metal helmets that resembled an eagle's face. They carried long swords at their sides, a shield with the symbol of a divine tree forged onto the protective metal. The boy darted between the men, a complexity starting to arise in his chest, "Who are you people?"

His voice was unsettled, but weighed a touch of confidence—hopeful, but cautious. The soldier, Banks, responded in his partner's stead, "We are with the Guardian Knights of Klaipeda. It is an honor to meet you, revelator."

They gave a respectful bow with a formal gesture cradling their right arm smoothly around their chest. The boy was embarrassed, but most importantly, at a loss for their words and common respect. It all seemed very foreign to him and disturbing to be formally respected in such a way. He had to speak up, "Um…"

The soldiers returned to their tall stance, awaiting the boy's words. "What's a revelator?" the boy stifled a small laugh, embarrassed.

"What?" Banks gave his undivided attention to the revelator. "You're a hero to us from the goddess and gods! A walking savior! A miracle worker who sole purpose is to serve the good and charity!"

Banks' partner continued, "Are you saying…that you don't remember your purpose?"

"Well, it's more than that," the boy sighed. "I don't remember anything. Well, scratch that, I remember my name at least, well, I believe it to be mine."

"Just your name?!" Banks stepped closer.

His partner calmed his friend by clamping down on his metal shoulder blade, "Be calm. You said you remembered your name, correct? This is a very rare case, revelator. We've never heard of a revelator to have amnesia, or something of the sort. Despite most revelators being young adults, you all share that same glow within your eyes. A sacred glow that marks you as a revelator. So, we're certain you are the real deal, but…why could you have forgotten your achievements of the past and your purpose?"

"My…achievements and purpose?"

"It's no use, Roland. The poor boy must have hit his head on the way here! You know how dark those catacombs are, mate," Banks said.

"That I do, my friend. Still, it isn't our place to guide the revelator for we have our own job, but we can point him in the right direction," Roland replied.

"Yes, yes! There are other revelators in Klaipeda as of now, helping the city out here and there. Heaven knows that we need them in this time of crisis!" Banks cried.

Roland gave a tight nod and reached in a drooping, leather pouch hanging on his belt, revealing a rolled parchment paper that held the same symbol upon their shields that sealed the paper. He stretched the thin, rolled paper after removing the seal and showed it to the boy, presenting the cursive writing that permitted the travel to different cities and towns under the authorization of the Guardian Knights. The soldier gave the authorization parchment paper to the revelator and nodded his clunky head, "Follow the path on the other side of the lake before us and you will reach the West Siauliai Woods. There you will meet with Sentinel Knight Titas, a great addition to the Guardian Knights. He will lead you to Klaipeda."

"U-Um…is this really—"

"It is fine," Roland reassured the boy. "I'm sure you have many questions, but we cannot answer them. It's best for you to find your comrades in Klaipeda."

"Thank you," the boy smiled, relieved that he wasn't alone in his confusion.

"Ah, if you don't mind, your name, revelator?" Banks intervened.

The boy's eyes emitted an ominous glow that sparked an untamed golden flare, raging with unknown potential and adventurous depth. He smirked hesitantly, worried about if his facial expression was available at this moment, but he felt the urgency to do it. It came natural, even the glow of the revelator in his eyes acknowledged the power he held, still waiting to be tapped into to. Even if his memories had diminished from his thoughts, his body remembered the person he was in past history, but he couldn't understand that at the time. He wanted to understand, so therefore, he had to take this path. The world, its inhabitants, the revelators, his enemies to be known—they all are connected to his memories.

"The name's Law."