Son of the True Liberator
He could feel his consciousness fading as he staggered away from the sudden ambush inflicted upon him by those xenos.
Despite the genetic templates imbued to them by the Emperor of Mankind, at the end of the day, the figure was still just a child: recently released from the gestation capsules and malleable to the influences of the world around them.
Fortunately for the child, battle instincts engrained upon him prevailed as he ran roughshod against his ambushers: with him being the only survivor albeit under a strenuous cost.
And as the child laid down to rest, with the winds of the Desh'elika Mountains baring down upon his figure, he could see several figure approach him with the child knowing their malicious intent upon him but he couldn't do nothing about it.
With his consciousness finally slipping away, the last thing that he saw was the men suddenly being decapitated as joyous laughter rang throughout the mountain.
Blearily opening his eyes, the child immediately bolted from his bed. His eyes immediately surveying the place he's currently in. Despite the lack of danger emanating around him, the child still kept an eye out: refusing to believe that he's actually safe within the house.
"You're awake already? Damn, that's fast. I know the Golden Apples do good work but I didn't think it'd also affect you mentally." The child's eye shifted to the door, where the voice came from.
Although the man looks plain, with his plain blue shirt and sapphire pants coupled with a leather helmet, the child couldn't help but shiver as he begin to properly look at the man standing in front of him. His features, regardless of the man's unblemished skin, marks him that of a warrior. A warrior that has battled throughout numerous battlefields and managed to survive them all.
The child shook his head, his curiosity about the man overriding his instincts as he approached him, "I... ugh, thank you for saving me. Back in the mountain." The child simply said.
"Oh, that. To be honest, I didn't even know there were people down there and the only reason I stumbled upon you is because of the slavers wanting to see if there'd be any people to chain and sell to those damn nobles." The man said to him, disgust and disdain marring his face. Already, the child could interpret that the man hold morals to high regard and for that, the child is eternally grateful for him.
"Well, now that you're awake. What're you gonna do now? Wanna stay within the valley? I'm sure the villagers would appreciate someone like you helping them around." The man said, placing the tray of food at the table as he neared him.
The child then felt a hand upon his shoulder as he looked to the man, with his face conveying seriousness, "Or, you could stay with me. Ever since I find myself upon this planet, the more and more I feel disgusted about its people. Brutality of inhumane proportions happening throughout the numerous kingdoms and cities of this planet, people being sacrificed for the entertain of the elites, who only see its people as tools and animals. Never again, I say. I say this to you, child, that the road we'll embark may be treacherous and filled with danger, but sooner or later, this planet would be liberated from its tyranny. You've already experienced that firsthand and I shan't blame you for sticking in this humble home of mine. Besides, the people here are friendly and I'm sure you'll be able to find yourself growing up in peace. That is, you decide to remain within the village."
The child pondered about the man's words, of accompanying him throughout his journey across the planet. He could see the merits of staying within this peaceful valley, engaging in child-like activities and generally enjoying the life he's been given a chance to take.
On the other hand, he doesn't what happened to him happen to other people. People who merely wants to live a normal life and not be burdened by the fear that their love ones would be taken away in the dark of the night, used as entertainment by the decadent upper-class.
The child already knew what his answer would be, given how the man gave him a huge grin as he ruffled the child's head.
"Then, I guess you'll be sticking around, kid. Hope you can learn as fast as you did during your ambush." The man simply said as he handed him his iron sword.
The child accepted the offered sword with a savage grin on his face.
Ever since that day, the two embarked on a journey throughout Nuceria: with the goals of surveying the kingdoms and cities of their vulnerabilities and creating an army dedicated to the liberation of the planet from its oppressors.
And despite the mission the two undertaken, the two individuals managed to find the time to explore the beauty of the planet while they grew close as the man taught the child everything he knew, with the child rapidly growing beyond measure: absorbing knowledge faster than what the people in his own dimension could've realize and towering above him in terms of height. Despite this, the giant of a man couldn't still find a way to overcome his mentor-turned-father's martial prowess with the mentor-turned-father cheekily rubbing insult to his apprentice-turned-son every time his father wipes the floor against him.
Of course, the nobles of Nuceria weren't idle of the sudden growing spite aimed towards them and has dispatched many of their armies around Nuceria: trying to limit the spread of discontent to no avail as the oppressed began to flock to the banner of the Liberator, the symbol of a pickaxe and sword attached together behind a white-red background instilling fear and paranoia to the decadent nobles of Nuceria.
Now, after years of gathering allies, instilling disrupting tactics amongst Nuceria's kingdoms and cities and building up an army within Nuceria's mountain, the army of liberty is now ready to march upon the oppressors: ready to bring down the hammer of justice and liberty to Nuceria.
"And so, it has come to this. It took us years but finally, we can officially start our campaign to liberate this planet." The man said as his son looked at the holo-table they've managed to stole during one of their infiltration missions, the table indicating the armies of liberty lying in wait. Waiting for the signal of gathering and liberation.
"Of course, father." Said Angron, the name of the child took while growing up. Although his father was a bit dismayed at the rather foul name that his son took, it nevertheless served as a reminder of the anger that he felt when he saw gladiator pits throughout their journey across Nuceria.
"And by we, I meant you, Angron." His father remarked as Angron's eyes widened in surprise.
"Father?" He said as his father turned off the holo-table, his eyes widening when his father plopped down a set of armor and two axes.
"This, my son, is my gift to you. A set of Netherite armor that'll protect you even from the harshest of blows or even the strongest of firearms. All of these tools have been enchanted by magic with the helmet allowing you to breath underwater for much longer, the leggings providing you the ability to sneak almost unnoticed, the boots mitigating your fall and every single of them having the ability to mend the more enemies you kill and having the ability to harm your enemies when they damage your armor. The two axes can pretty much cleave through a hive city without damage to the axe and most importantly, having the ability to mend like your armor." His father explained as Angron looked at the items with reverence, gently touching the armor and weapons his father had crafted for him.
"Thank you for the gift, father. I shall not disappoint you." Angron uttered as he took the items from the table, the armor seemingly fitting his person. The two axes that he's wielding feeling right from his hands.
"I know you will not fail me, Angron. I've taught you everything I know and more." The man nodded as he gestured beyond the mountains, the cities and kingdoms of the planet preparing their armies for the inevitable conflict that's about to occur.
"Throughout out travels, we have learned, built and studied the nature of this world. And now, with the entire planet in chaos as the songs of liberation roar across the planet, it has come for you to prove yourself to the people in chains. Of the oppressed and destitute, waiting for their liberation and freedom against their abusers and oppressors." Angron understood what his father is trying to say, that he'll need to apply what he learned throughout his father's training.
Angron, by this point, only nodded as the two clasped their hand and gave each other a hug, no words needed as the two understood their duties.
As Angron left the mountains, with the waiting army of liberty marching in tandem with the son of the Liberator, Steven Stronglic felt relieved, that even though he was displaced from his family and friends, the ability granted to him and the situation he found himself in had made his displacement tolerable.
Especially when he has a son he knows he could feel proud of even though he was merely adopted by him and that his son's destiny is much more turbulent than what he could possibly imagine.
