Chapter 24 - The Past is just a Ghost

My name is Berserker.

I am one of the many irregularities to befall onto this world.

For years I've watched this land.
For years I've traveled across the land.
And for years I've desecrated the land.

Observing
Hunting
Devouring
murdering
feasting

I manifested myself in the life forms inhabiting the land.
I've fought man and Fomor alike.
I've taken forms of both human and monster.
But eventually I found boredom.
Ceaseless fighting began to dull.
Thus I stayed out of the mortal realm affairs.

Until...the others started to gather.
I believed myself to be the only one here.
I was wrong.
Powers have appeared in various places.
Men could split boulders with a single strike.
Monsters could leap with a huge burst of speed.
There were stories of humans accomplishing great feats.
There were stories of Fomors destroying villages with just a sweep.
The stories were endless.
The stories were also very true.

The Powers fought and fought.
It turned into a slaughterfest between the strongest.
The weak were weeded out immediately.
And over the years, the Powers developed fear.
Their bloodlust overwhelmed by the results of a loss.
A loss means eternal damnation in the unknown and the unexplored.
You can consider that Hell.

Indeed, Powers such as myself stayed out of mortal affairs.
But I sense a stirring.
The others are restless.
It's unsettling.
Something major is coming.
I can feel it.
The others as well.
It does not bode well to simply wait it out.

That's why I took action and selected a human on the brink of death, surrounded by a whole pack of goblins.
I imbued my powers within the boy and wretched him out of death's hands.
Our compatibility exceeded my expectations.
We slaughtered the goblins with relative ease.
My ability does not integrate well just after the initial fusion.
Many times have I seen the demise of my hosts after one activation.
The boy has natural talent.

Perhaps I was impatient.
Perhaps the years I've spent out of mortal affairs have dulled my interactions.
I lied to the boy.
I lied in hopes to achieve my goal, to witness what is to come firsthand.
Nothing I've said was true.
Unfortunately the boy picked up immediately.
His unusual defense mechanism locked me up within his deep conscious.
I am unable to move.
Unable to communicate unless he comes to me.
I'm trapped.
Yet he can still use me at his will.
Not perfectly, of course...but he's managing it well for a beginner.

I need to escape.
I need to...