Ok guys! This is the prologue of the new story involving my OCs. Let me know what you think and have a good night.

*Spirit's voice*

Prologue

Five thousand years ago

In a forest, a powerful spirit blessed by the Elder Gods themselves, resides in his cave, sleeping after a long day of hunting. Svet was sleeping soundly when he heard a man yell out his name, "SVET! I know that you live here! I come to you with no ill intentions to ask you to grant me just one wish!"

Svet, awoken from his sleep, rose and exited his cave. As he left his cave, he came face to face with a armor-clad man in his late twenties with raven black hair, wielding two sheathed swords on opposite sides of his waist. "Speak mortal. What is it do you wish from me?" The young man kneeled before Svet and with a confident voice spoke out loudly for Svet to hear, "I come before you to ask you to bless me and my descendants with your powers."

Svet stared at the young man. He could sense that the man before him had a pure heart revealing no ill intentions. "I sense that you have a pure heart. However, I cannot just simply bestow my abilities upon you and your descendants. You will have to defeat me in combat honorably and if you win, you must answer one question that I will ask before I decide to bless you and your descendants. Be prepared, for I will not be going easy on you." The young man unsheathed his two swords and got into his fighting stance. The battle began when Svet blew a huge blue fireball towards him. The man leapt away and began his attack on Svet.

The two fought for three days without any rest. Trees were cut down or burned to a crisp, the ground itself was spattered with blood and had burn marks that stretched for miles on end. Mountains collapsed and the ground shook. People from nearby villages were deathly afraid, thinking that there was a battle between two gods in the forest.

On the third day, the young man emerged victorious. Svet healed himself and the young man of their injuries and asked him what his intentions were for his powers. The young man gave a small smile at Svet, "I wanted to use your powers to protect the people I love and to stop evil beings from rising and taking over my home, never using them for personal gain or committing evil deeds. I wanted my descendants to have your powers so that they too could protect their loved ones and any evil that wishes to take their home."

Svet smiled at the young man, satisfied with his answer. "Tell me young man, what is your name?" "My name is Maxim." Svet could see that Maxim would lead this world into a prosperous era with his powers as he looked to the future using his space and time manipulation abilities. However, he could also see that some of Maxim's descendants would not follow Maxim's example and would lead corrupt and evil lives. Svet looked at Maxim seriously, "Maxim, I will grant you and your descendants my abilities on one condition. For each newly born descendant that is born from your lineage, I will choose who I will enter at the time of their birth and give them my abilities. They would not only gain my abilities but they would also have me to help in their journeys. The reason for this is because I saw the future 15 years ahead from now and saw that some of your descendants would lead corrupt lives. This is to prevent them from misusing my powers and myself as well. Is that fair for you?"

Maxim had suspected that some of his descendants would be cruel people thus hearing Svet not only agreeing to bestow his abilities but also to keep watch on his descendants, granting only those who were good his abilities made him glad. "Svet, I agree to your conditions for I too had suspected that later some of my descendants would be corrupt and evil. I am glad to know that you would keep watch over them and to give those who deserve it your abilities. Is it alright with you if I called you my friend?"

Svet was surprised. Some mortals tried to hunt him intent on using him for their personal gain. Most would often worship him and even though he was fine with it, he longed for a friend and a companion that he could talk with. Svet gave Maxim a grin, "I would like that. My friend."

Maxim became Svet's closest friend and once he died, he kept true to his word, watching over Maxim's descendants and only giving those he deemed worthy his help and his abilities. For each descendant newly born, Svet would see into his or her future and if they were deemed worthy in his eyes, he would enter within them and be linked to them. Those who had Svet within them would be born with markings of glowing swirls across their right arm from the fingertips up to their elbow.

For five thousand years, Svet chose descendants who became heroes, carving out legends of their own, but as time passed, more of Maxim's descendants became more corrupt and evil to the point that only a few would gain Svet's abilities because of their pure hearts. However, one child descended from Maxim would not only gain Svet's abilities and partnership, she would also become the greatest legend of all time.