A Mission has been given to you. There are three (3) objectives.
Mission: Escape from the Hunters
Objectives: 3
1st Objective: Remain unknown in the Greco-Roman World for five days.
2nd Objective: Get to Camp Halfblood in three days.
3rd Objective: Get out of Italy.
Rewards: 100 EXP per completed objective.
400 EXP for the completed mission.
Failure rewards:
Failure in Mission: Capture and integration into Lupa's pack (Death in five years)
Failure for 1st Objective: Athena's/Minerva's Attention, Title: Walking Library Gained.
Failure for 2nd Objective: No EXP, Objective Grandfather's Boy Initialised.
Failure for 3rd objective: Death
I exited the bed and flung on a white sweater and blue shorts, before dashing downstairs. Grandfather and Father stood at the end. "Come along," Grandfather said, throwing me a sandwich. "Training time," Chomping down on the sandwich, I followed them outside, eying the new changes to the clearing.
Racks of makeshift spears and shields were in the clearing, as were training dummies. Wolves and humans alike prowled and attacked each other. Sometimes, the wolf was pierced. In others, the spear was roughly tugged. Men and women stood in trees, arrows notched in bows and released into bags stuffed with leaves.
A palm found my back and guided me away from the war party (Or war pack? Think about it) and into the forest. I watched as my father and grandfather walked forward, the pressure of his fading as they turned toward me.
Objective: Impress your Grandfather
Rewards: Early awakening of Werewolf form, 300 EXP 10 stat points
Failure: -10 Affection from your Grandfather.
"Your father has told me of your newfound skill in magic, and the three weeks of training you have received from him. Standing opposite each other and dueling would do you no good in this world of tricksters, in this world of gods, in this world of hunters. A trickster will not come to you with a weapon of steel, bronze, or silver; he will come to you with words of grandeur weaved into illusions, made so you can serve his purpose. He will break you without you knowing, you will follow his whims believing it to be your idea, and when you no longer serve a purpose, you will be discarded,"
Illusion: False Appearance detected
… Initialising..,Illusion Nullified.
I blinked and spun around, and a fist greeted my face. My back slammed into a tree and I stumbled, before diving to the side. Claw marks etched themselves into the bark and I summoned a spear of ice.
"A god does not need paltry tricks," Grandfather's voice echoed throughout the woods. "They do not need to introduce themselves to one like yourself; you are their children's predator. They would come for you without warning," I dodged, and the fist passed my face harmlessly. I retaliated, my hands enhanced with piercing magic jabbing at the hairy bare-chested Hulking man I called grandfather. He grunted, but moved forward, his hands grabbing my wrist before I was flung away from him, tumbling in the dirt. Digging my hand into the ground, I remained crouched, my eyes moving from Brussel to bush, from oaken tree to fallen log.
Illusion: False Appearance detected…
I was grabbed by the scruff of my neck. "There are Trickster Gods, who will fool your senses," I grunted, my hand grabbing his wrist as something burned my insides. "They will poison you, weaken you,"
-100 MP!
Fireblast used!
-20 HP!
Bleeding status applied.
He grunted as a wave of fire in all directions exploded from me, his grip on me gone as he stumbled away from me.
Initialising.., Illusion Nullified.
5 affection with Lycaon
I gasped and tugged, a silver blade clattering to the floor as my other hand swiped in his direction. The wind roared and his legs slammed into the fallen log. He grunted as his body disappeared from view. The bushes rustled and I dived, my back rolling on the floor for only a moment before I turned, to see nothing. The snaps of branches alerted me, and I spun. My father's frame greeted me, as did his forearm to my neck. I choked, and he continued, his hands grabbing my hair and bringing his knee to my face. I saw stars and I gasped. Strong hands gripped my hand and I folded as a fist buried itself into my stomach. I grabbed the offending limb.
-10 MP
Airstep used.
I slammed into the attacker's chin. He grunted. And I twisted in the air. My hands came together. Ice spears formed around me and flew at my Father. Landing softly on the floor I launched myself at him.
-50MP
Ice spear formed
The spears faded before they touched him and he snarled, bringing his foot above my spear. It snapped in half and I was forced to dodge a potential bitch slap via a cartwheel, my foot glancing off his face in the process. Airstepping, I backflipped and landed on the earth into a crouch. A snarl from behind alerted me to the incoming danger and I dived to the side, watching as a wolf twice as wide and almost three heads taller than him tumbled in the dirt. It turned to me, its eyes red, its snout tainted in blood, and growled, before shrinking, bones snapping and mending before my very eyes. Lycaon rose to his feet, his hair wild. I ran at him and ducked beneath his fist, my hand opening as a ball of fire slammed into his gut. He grunted and disappeared. I was shoulder-tackled into the dirt.
I spat out some dirt and looked up, surprised, that both these burly men disappeared so fast.
"Hunters are quiet," I jerked to the left, a glowing arrow whizzing past my face and embedding itself into the dirt. "Their arrows, not as silent as their feet," It hummed, and I jumped, my feet touching the tree. It exploded just as the arrow did.
-100 CHAKRA
The tree groaned as I flew, Air stepping not only to right myself but to dance between the trees before landing in one's branches and watching, waiting.
Illusion: False Appearance detected
… Initialising..,Illusion Nullified.
Good. I jumped, the wind whipping at my face, as my feet briefly touched the trees before I stopped, my body parallel to the floor. I smiled.
Chakra Mastery has gained four levels!
I jumped, my legs touching tree to tree before I threw up my hands. Gusts of wind shook the trees. Slapping my hands together, I laughed in glee as an explosion of flames followed, two burning figures falling to the ground. Chains rattled and wrapped themselves around my grandfather and father, and I smiled, landing gracefully on the earth. Spears of ice and flame pointed to them and Grandfather chuckled. "A bit overdramatic, but who doesn't have flair?"
The chains released them and my spears winked out of existence. "Well done boyo," Father congratulated me, his hand clasping my shoulder. "Yes," Grandfather murmured. "Well done grandson," I smiled before a sharp pain took me. I gasped and clutched my stomach. Lycaon appeared at my side, his hand on my back as I groaned. My hands dug into the earth and my father touched my head and murmured. "Sun's still bright," I moaned, my back arching into the dirt(no pause) as Grandfather uttered. "None has ever turned in the day before. This changes things," I screamed.
I found myself kneeling waist-deep in water. Swathe in robes blue as the night's oceans. Opposite me stood a wolf, with cold red eyes, with black fur that reddened at the tips. Behind it was a forest, partly alight in flames, and where its paws lay were the red splotches.
"Really should've failed the mission. Welcome to our mind," It said as I tried to rise. The water felt like mud. I could barely move. It made a noise reminiscent of a chuckle as it stepped towards me. The water was slowly dyed red.
"I suppose you're my inner wolf? My other half?" I questioned and it tilted its head and sniffed.
"I am not. You are you, and I am me. You are Damian Romano, or Greaceus Torrington, demigod of Hecate. I am Power. I am Marlos Ezekiel, The Wolf That Devours " It looked at me and snorted. "You believe me to be you. Use the Gamer ability to 'Observe' and you will realize this is not true. See the difference in strength between us,"
I watched him, as he sat before me.
Name: Marlos Ezekiel
Title: Beast of The Soul/The Wolf that Devours All
Race: Spirit Entity
Classification: Chakra Beast
EXP: 10,000/2000
Level 5 (95.00%)
HP: 5,000/5,000 (regen 20 HP per second)
CHAKRA: 2000/2000 (regen: 400 Chakra points per minute)
Status:
STR: SS (5000)
VIT: F (550)
ALT: C (1450)
SPD: D (1399)
STA: SS(5450)
DEX: S (2300)
END: SS (5000)
AGI: 100
INT: SSS (10,000)
CHA: 90Magical Resistance: B (1800)
Stat points: 2000
About: Marlos Ezekiel is the combination of Chakra from #R#A#O# and The player known as Damien Romano. Gaining intellect over the past seven years, he scoured the Library of all Magic and learned everything he could use. He saw the budding wolf aspect in The Player and he subsumed and became it.
I hummed in thought, whilst furiously jerking from side to side. "So, you ate my inner wolf," Marlos nodded. "You will not need for him whilst I am here."
"Okay," I acquiesced. It made a weird chuckle noise again as it sniffed my neck. The water was deep red now. "How do I assume my werewolf form? Would it look like you?"
"You have already assumed your werewolf form, as disgusting as it is, it will never look like me, " I screamed, my hands moving swiftly through the tainted water to cover my throat. Marlos licked his blood-stained lips. "We are not the same. Wake up,"
Werewolf form activated
Control: 1/10
I shot up, I yipped flying from my mouth. I stumbled before collapsing to the floor. I chuffed, smelling tons of scents. Strong hands gripped my nose and I thrashed. "You're alright," Came the soothing whispers of father alongside scents that felt safe. Guided to my feet, I stood before two burly family members.
"This changes things," Lycaon murmured. Something arose within me. I began to feel off. I felt my hair rising. I felt challenged. And then, it felt like I was no longer in control. My body moved on its own. I snarled at them as I advanced. Lycaon smiled, his red eyes gleaming for only a minute. I heard bones snapping and my body twisted. I watched my hand and sighed as my fingers moved at my discretion. I heard the two men chuckle.
Werewolf form deactivated
"Someone needs to learn control," Lycaon said with a little mirth as he threw me some clothes. "Put those on," Grabbing them, I hastily did as instructed and stood up. I stared at the two mountains of men until the rustling of bushes and a flash of white caught my attention. A white wolf the size of my father lumbered forward, its tongue darting outwards as it turned to Lycaon, then me. Lycaon scowled as the wolf bounded towards the house.
A bearded shirtless man greeted us on our porch, his muscled arms crossed. He was bald; his eyes were covered by his sunglasses. "Lycaon, extra, boy," He greeted, with a smile of his pearly whites. I blinked and looked at my father, who rested his hand on my shoulder. "Silas. I thought I left with the rest of the pack, on an assignment," Lycaon drawled. The now-named Silas nodded. "Yes well, I was unsure as to what you wanted me to do with them after their capture. Imagine my surprise. Instead of seeing the pack rejoining and Oh great King Lycaon feasting upon Hunters' flesh, I see him training talent," Lycaon scowled again as Silas' eyes glanced at my frame. "Young talent. I supposed he's yours?" He asked, his chin jutted out to my father.
"Aye" Was my father's response and Silas nodded. "Only the King's son can disobey his orders and not be punished. Well, it is good to see that the boy is talented. He'd make a fine lieutenant for the Lord's army against the Olympians," My father frowned, as did Lycaon. "I have no army to oppose the Olympians, you know this," A drawn-out 'ah' escaped Silas' mouth before he uttered. "That's the other reason why I am here. I bring tidings from the Lord of Titans,"
A/N
rewriting this story entirely. I'll update this until I have five chapters in the new release.
'Two Brothers'. Look out for it.
Farewell
TTW78