Spirits. Although tiny, this species can use magic without a divine blessing. With magic, lightning would reign down, and fire would explode. Water cuts anything in its path, and the earth crushes whatever is in its way.
Spirits that give up their blood would elevate the receiver beyond any belief. Power, fame and fortune are guaranteed once a spirit joins with a mortal.
All at a price.
"Grandpa?"
"Yes, Bell?"
"When can I go outside?"
A white rabbit lies in bed. His pale skin matches his white hair. He accepts his lunch from his grandpa and looks out the window. The bright sun shinning over the rowdy small village.
Maybe his parents are walking there, trying to find Bell as well.
His grandpa looks out the window yet does not answer the question. Bell starts to eat his soup— lots of vegetables are added again.
When can Bell start eating meat? Bell mouth saviors to taste the chicken or cow, not vegetables and peas.
"Oh?" Grandpa gets a huge grin. Bell knows that look… grandpa is going into one of his "moods."
"Did you happen to see a cutie pass by? The ladies here have quite the charm." Grandpa laughs out loud. "The next-door lady sure is a gem."
Bell could only view people from his room. However, Bell is stuck at his because one reason.
"Grandpa," Bell starts to gasp. "it's starting to h-hurt." His chest is beginning to contrast, and his nose gets clogged. At least the nose isn't bleeding; that would worry Grandpa more.
Grandpa sits on Bell's bed and pats Bell's back.
Bell rest on Grandpa's arm as they sit in silence. Bell finishes his soup and asks his question just one last time for the day.
"So, when can I go outside?." Before Bell can speak, Grandpa finishes his sentence.
"I can't let you outside. At least not now. How about you rest up, and then I tell you a hero story? I'm sure there's one you haven't heard."
"Okay. Can you read me Argonaut?" Bell smiles.
"Of course! That story is always your favorite. I can't blame you. It's also one of mine too."
As Grandpa starts to read the first page, Bell looks outside again. Bell will go on an adventure like Argonaut when he is up and kicking.
—
As Bell grew older, he was able to get out of the bed. As long as Bell keeps his medicine in his pocket and Grandpa watches him, Bell can go downstairs!
That's progress! However, today is when Bell goes out for an adventure!
Grandpa is napping on his chair. Bell isn't tall but can use his tiny chair to open the door. The fence is around 3 feet, but the lock stands at 2 feet. Bell made mental notes the last time he tried to leave. Bell had to stop because his heart started to hurt when he carried heavy items.
Bell walks to the door, holding his nose, which is bleeding. Just a tiny nosebleed, no need to drink the medicine. Ignoring the sweat building in his hair, Bell pushes the chair. The chair bangs against the door, but Grandpa remains asleep.
Grandpa isn't usually this tired. Did something happen yesterday? He's been like this for at least a week.
Bell had to get out of there. He was a burning feeling in his heart that something good would happen if he did.
An adventure to get fame and glory!
Bell opens the gate and looks back at his grandpa.
Just a quick walk; I will be back.
Bell took his first step outside.
The streets looked massive from his perspective, but that's all the cooler. Everyone is staring at him, but no one is saying anything. The kids are hiding from him and hugging their mom or dad tightly.
From what Bell read, his mom or dad should have white hair or something that resembles Bell's face. Red eyes or pale skin? Bell knows exactly what his face looks like since the window shows his reflection every time.
Bell observed the adults, but there was no one with white hair. Is Mom or Dad not in the village?
Bell walks straight ahead while slowly bleeding from his mouth. His foot gets heavier and heavier, but he can't stop.
Bell has never pushed himself, but he can't turn back now! He has to meet his destined one!
Heavy breathing ellipse as his vision gets dizzy. He reaches the end of his village. No one in the village recognized or called his name. That means his parents are asleep at this time.
On the outskirt of the village lies two paths: to the left, there is a forest. To the right lies an open road.
Bell coughs so loudly that his throat starts to burn. Bell gulps down his medicine, yet his condition doesn't get better. Why isn't the medicine working now?
Bell was about to turn back, but he saw something in the corner of his eye.
A flying red thing stares deeply into Bell's eyes. It is a floating red circle. It was as bright as Bell's eyes. Bell gulps before trudging forward inch by inch.
Do you see me? Are you going to die today?
The flying thing said. Bell stops as chills run down his back. His head starts pounding as he hears something in the background.
How peculiar. It says you should have three more years left to live.
Three years left?
Bell tries to say something- ANYTHING. Bell's chest starts feeling cold, and his head is burning. His blinking increases tenfold as a ringing is stuck to his ear. Bell stays upright, but his greatest fear is confirmed.
A green thing running at Bell. Its fast, tiny feet pat the ground as it guns toward him.
Bell read about this monster on the surface- goblins. A surface monster that is small yet terrifying in large groups. An average adult with any weapon could neutralize a goblin or two.
Nevermind. Well, that's what happens when something sees me.
Am I going to die today?
The goblin tackles Bell to the ground. The force knocks the wind out of Bell as blood drips from the back of his head.
"AAAARRRRRARRRRRRR" The goblin screams in Bell's face. Spit showers Bell as he tries to escape the goblin's grip.
The goblin bites Bell's shoulder. Searing pinches extend throughout Bell's left arm. Bell's right arm is shaking but grabbing anything to fight back.
Bell grabs a pebble and jams it against the goblin's right eye. The goblin lets go of Bell's shoulder to scream in pain.
Bell looks for any weapon on the ground. Pebbles— too small. His medicine beaker— too fragile. A stick?
In the hero books, the main character would have a sword created from the rarest ore to slay the toughest dragon.
However, Bell grabs the stick shorter than Bell's arm and stabs it into the goblin's throat. The weapon breaks as the goblin's hand interprets the finishing blow.
With no weapon, a bleeding head and arm— Bel's fate looks grim. Bell knew he could have never be like a hero. A hero wouldn't struggle against the weakest enemy.
He will die like the nobody he is. No one remembers him like he wasn't born in the first place.
The goblin stabs Bell's stomach as he falls to the floor. Will Bell be rescued like some princess?
Of course. No one but Grandpa knows him. Yet, Bell escapes Grandpa's sight like a bad child to gain glory.
The goblin mounts Bell, but Bell desperately tries to push the goblin with one arm.
With Bell's vision getting blurry, he headbutts the goblin in a last-ditch effort. The headbutt worked to get the goblin off.
With no option left, Bell runs to the goblin to headbutt the goblin again. When the goblin uses its hands to protect itself, Bell kicks the goblin's ribs, hurting himself in the process.
Bell bends over to grab a stick, pricks stabbing Bell's hand as he holds it tightly.
With one kick to the chest, Bell penetrates the goblin's neck with the stick. Woods sticks on Bell's chest as he falls on his butt.
The cloudy sky releases a chilly breeze to drowse Bell into his potential final rest. Lying on his sides, Bell's mind is pounding one question.
Killing a goblin at his age makes for a good book, the hero that saved his village from the dreaded goblin.
Hopefully, Bell would be remembered not as a sick boy but as a hero.
Hmmm, you show remarkable resilience for your age. If you want to live longer, come to the forest.
Bell can feel the ground shake as something runs behind him. A bigger monster? He wants to roll over, but he can't.
I can grant you power, all for a p-r-i
Bell faints before the flying thing can finish.
—-
"Dam it Zeus! If you're going to call us, don't wait four years after the baby is born. If Zeus taught anything despicable to that child, I will blast him into the…."
Zard sighs as Alfa goes on a tangent. The Incarnation of Talent and Predator shun from the city they protected for hundreds of years— essentially banished to an unknown land. They didn't mind because they couldn't go on any more adventures.
However, his god's letter came two months ago, urging them to come over. Alfa wouldn't have touched the letter until Zard spoke the phrase,
"Come see Myrtella's child, Bell. He inherited the sickness."
They finally arrived at Zeus ' village after one stop from the Elven Tree. Many days of rest made them come later than they wanted, but they desperately pushed to see the last descendant of Zeus's familia.
"If that child inherits anything related to that cowardly scum, which I should have blasted after his disgusting eyes have viewed my sister, I…." The surrounding air turns thick as Alfa's mild tangent turns to visible rage.
At a considerable distance away, a goblin horde is passing by. Zard and Alfa had yet to run into a single monster due to the presence they emit on the weaker surface species. Mainly, it was Alfa's eyes that shot a bloodthirsty aura that made monsters immediately turn.
With a method to release her anger, a ticked-off Alfa had reached her limit.
Gospel
One word desecrate all but one goblin. But one lucky goblin survives the slaughter since the horde is far from Alfa.
The goblin looked around, realizing not a corpse remained. Goblins are not the brightest monster, but fear is a natural teacher.
Dropping its weapon and sanity, it runs away.
"Tsked missed one. If I were closer, I would have killed everything!" Alfia spits in spite. The horde was seventy meters away.
Given that the chant was one word, its power was beyond the scope of natural talent.
"It's a single goblin. It would probably die to another monster or adult. We should meet your sister's child first."
"I swear if Zeus did anything to my child, I will…."
Zald sighs as he looks at the cloudy skies.
—
When Zard and Alfia are about to arrive at the village, the smell of bleed oozes through the air. Rushing over, they see a disturbing scene.
One goblin is lying on the floor, and an old man is shoving potions into what seems to be a kid's mouth.
Because that old man looked similar to his… deity.
The level seven adventures ran to the village to see the goblin corpse without an eye and a twig in its neck.
However, what shocked them both was the appearance of the downed child, nay, a baby boy.
Frail, skinny, bloody, white-haired, sleeping boy.
They instantly recognize whose kid is. There was no mistaking it.
"Zeus." Zard looks at the boy. Zeus may be a pervert, but he is a respectable god who is mature most of the time. While Alfia would be furious, deep down, she would want an answer too.
An answer to what the f*** happened.
A ragged shirt with evidence of scratches, goblin bites and stabs. Did the child and the goblin fig-
STOMP
The floor cracked as the earth trembled. Zeus and Zard look at the source and see a crater—where the goblin's body should have been.
Expect all that remains is a two-meter hole and enraged Alfa. Magic gathers around Alfia's feet.
STOMP STOMP STO—
Vibrations as loud as 100 thunderbolts occurred from Alfa. Zard had to stop Alfa from potentially destroying everything in a 100-meter range.
"ALFA!" Zard lifted Alfa and braced for any resistance. Expect nothing to come. Small chants could be heard from a level 7th adventure.
"Why is this happening to him? Isn't fate cruel enough? Taking away my SISTER is not enough? I'm sorry.—"
One word reaches the two adventures down several meters from the earth's surface.
"G-grandpa?" All eyes turned to the source.
"Thank the heavens you're awake! Tell me where it hurts, Bell; I have potions! " Zeus sets the child down. So the child's name is Bell?
"Are we in the afterlife?" Bell asks weakly.
How does a four-year child know what death and Genkai are?
"I guess I never met them, but at least I have you." Bell hugs Grandpa, but he can barely do that.
"We did not die, Bell! I'm not dying anytime soon, and neither are you! But why did you leave? I told you to wait; I had the best bodyguards coming to our house!
"I"m sorry I left." Bell pauses to breathe.
"I just wanted to find Daddy and Mommy."
Silence ensues as the only things that can be heard are Bell's sniffing and tearing. Whether from guilt, shame, or loneliness Bell brawl his eyes out.
Alfa jumps out of the hole and walks up to the child. Although dirty, the white hair is there.
"What is your name?"
Although clearly heard, Alfia still wants to ask.
The child's dirty white hair sways as he turns to face Alfia. Red eyes pierced into Alfia.
"M-my name is Bell. B-Bell Cranel." Alfa cups Bell's cheeks, and she leans in for a hug. His body reminds Alfia of her sister.
Bell can feel the hug getting tighter and tighter, yet no pain is felt.
To Bell, the white hair woman looks like she is crying, yet not a single tear or sob is heard.
Bell wrapped his bloody, dirty little arms around her and forced himself to hug her back.
Bell felt nostalgic for some reason as if he was touching something he had been looking for since he was born.
As Bell falls asleep, the bright flying circle is staring
right
at
him.