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Ever since a child's young they show immense promise... except Niyol. From the age of 3 most children already can use magic, Niyol never had magic to begin with. Growing up, he was ostracized because he was the weakest. He couldn't cast a single spell, whereas the other kids were already practicing the art of spiritual healing. His father gave him a sword and tried to teach him to use it, but to no avail. At the same time, a village girl names Istas was the most powerful female wizard the village had ever seen at her age. When she was born, her mother died because she accidentally froze her womb. At the age of 3 she was able to make Ice Spikes, and launch them. When her official training began at age 5, she was able to create a blizard. The other children were so afraid of her, she was ostracized just like Niyol. Niyol was sitting unter the same Oak tree that he always did when Istas came over to him. Niyol looked her in the eyes, when Istas looked back she saw nothing. Niyol's eyes were devoid of all things natural to children; Hope, Joy, Love, Happiness gone... not even Anger was in his eyes. The first thing he said to her was "Go ahead, I already know what you're going to do..." and he was expecting some form of abuse. But when Niyol thought Istas would hit him, or throw mud at him, or even curse his existence, she didn't. Istas sat next to him, and held him closely. Niyol didn't know how to deal with this, and he shoved her away and quickly climbed up the tree, taking pleasure in that this strange girl couldn't follow. One day, while roaming the woods as Niyol always did, he heard the sound of growling, and barking. Thinking he would see a deer becoming wolf food, he saw Istas being attacked by wild dogs. Istas was a gentle person, and could never hurt another being. She was also too scared to think of something to do. Niyol ran out of the bush and tackled one of the dogs. He placed himself between Istas and the dogs, and got ready to die if he needed. The dogs attacked Niyol, biting, and scratching him, and he did his best to hurt even one of them. Istas couldn't let Niyol die, his father would never forgive her, or so she thought so she went against her own nature and summoned several Ice Spikes. She fired the spiked in rapid succession, eventually killing the wild dogs. Niyol got off the floor, against Istas's plea for him to stay put, and began walking to their village. Istas followed him to make sure he didn't get hurt or collapse. While his wounds were being treated he questioned himself, asking things such as:
Why did I protect her... she's just like the rest of them.
Why did she protect me... I'm not important at all.
Will father be unhappy that I didn't die?
Will father be unhappy that I left the village?
Much to his surprise, the first person other than the man treating him, that came into the room was Istas. "What do you want?" he asked coldly. Istas walked over, and held his hand. She looked sad, and had tears forming in her eyes. "I...I'm sorry." she said with a scratchy voice. This was the first time he'd ever had someone apologize for some reason, he replied "Don't cry, Istas." The two became the closest friends afterwards, and Niyol found himself taking up a sword and practicing with it. After some time, Istas was able to find his training spot, which was next to a lake, and decided to join him. The two trained in sword fighting for hours, and spent much of their time together. When they were nine the two arranged with their parents that when they became adults, the two would be bound to each other.
The next year, the day before Niyol's birthday (Nov. 1), he was playing at the same lake he trained for the past five years. Istas had kicked him a bit too hard, and sent Niyol flying into a tree trunk, instead of stopping at the ground, he fell through. He straightened himself up, and tried to get out, but slipped on a small black object. He looked at it and discovered it was a box, and he stuffed it in his robes. The second attempt to get out was more successful. At night, Niyol got curious and opened the black box, finding a piece of paper with a magic circle inside. On the back was the words 'Suscipiam, Contractus, Deamon, Anima' and 'Altsoba' each word written on an end of the magic circle's pentagram. His curiosity lead him to go back to the woods in the middle of night, and using a stick create the magic circle. He made an exact copy, and stood in the center, but nothing happened. He turned to the back, and recited the words making sure he spelled it right.
"Suscipiam..."
"Contractus..."
"Deamon..."
"Anima..."
"Alstoba..."
The circle glowed bright blue, and Niyol was lifted into the air as a dark presance wrapped itself around him. He felt so much pain as his very soul was being torn into that he fainted. When he awoke, he felt heat... A lot of heat. He looked around, and realized the house he was in was on fire. In his hand was a dagger, and when he looked up he saw Istas, with cut marks all over her.
"Please... don't do this" she pleaded. But when Niyol opened his mouth the voice wasn't his. It was the voice of the unholy beast that now inhabited his soul.
"The boy's heart bleeds to see you like this... you must be his woman..." the voice said.
"You're not Niyol!" Istas shrieked.
"No. I am Altsoba, the demon of war, and if you don't die your boyfriend's soul is mine. As well as his adorably body!" the voice replied. Istas told the demon Altsoba that if she has to die, then only Niyol can do it. Niyol couldn't do it, he didn't want to, but Istas grabbed his hand. Istas's hand was shaking, and she was crying, but she knew if the demon had control of him, the entire village would die. She pulled his hands closer, with the dagger pointed in her direction "It's okay..."
she said with a smile, and tears running down her face. "Don't... cry Istas." Niyol said, and pulled all his strength together, forcing his hand forward and burying the dagger deep inside Istas's stomach.
The following morning, Niyol woke up at the tribe's ceremonial fire pit in the middle of the village with the dagger in his hand. The houses were burnt to ash, except his own. He went to his house, and grabbed his training sword, using it to rip open some of the floor boards. When he did, he found the village sword the 'Thorn of Glory' still in its hiding spot. Since the blade wasn't drawn, he knows his parents died in their sleep. He ran to their rooms, and checked, there they were... all bloody and dead. Niyol had tears on his face, the fact that it was more than just one person who he ended. He dropped the sword, and stormed to the other houses searching through the remains, and found that all were dead. Babies, Children younger than he, his parents... dead. Where Istas was stabbed was a pile of ash on top of a bloody set of robes. Niyol fell to his knees, and began to cry. He heard the demons voice in his head saying "Our contract is complete. You now have the power you need, to do all you want."
"That's it... the trade is my entire village, for power?" he asked angrily.
"In a nutshell, yes. You have your power, and I have my souls. We have no further business, just know, when you die I get your soul as well." she told Niyol.
Niyol wanted to kill himself, but that isn't the way of his people. The way of his people is to receive punishment. Niyol went to his home, and grabbed a satchel his father kept under the hammock, and stuffed the dagger in it. He went to each house looking for supplies. From one house, he found some bread that was badly scorched. From another he got some metal plugs, and from Istas's house, he took a piece of her bloodied white robe. As a final ritual when a person has died, he must burn their bodies. Niyol gathered the limbs, and bodies from each house, and dragged them to the ceremonial fire pit. He piled all the wood he could find, and put a thick coating of pyre oil on it. He poured the rest all over his home. Niyol waited till dusk, before he lit the pyre, an honor he would never be given under normal circumstances. He stood up, and had a flashback to the first one he was at, where the chief (his big brother) would lead the dance. With tears pouring down his face, Niyol danced until the moon was in the middle of the sky, marking the day of mourning is over. Niyol slept next to his house, for he is a traitor, and he has no rights to property. When dawn broke he went to the fire pit and found a piece of wood that was covered in embers, went to the house and threw it in. He walked away covered in blood, sweat, and tears with his former home burning in the background.
History/Story
History:
So before this begins, I'm letting you know Seikatsu is NOT his real name. How he got that name is in the next part of his back-story, Seikatsu's original name is Niyol which is native for "Wind" Ever since a child's young they show immense promise... except Niyol. From the age of 3 most children already can use magic, Niyol never had magic to begin with. Growing up, he was ostracized because he was the weakest. He couldn't cast a single spell, whereas the other kids were already practicing the art of spiritual healing. His father gave him a sword and tried to teach him to use it, but to no avail. At the same time, a village girl names Istas was the most powerful female wizard the village had ever seen at her age. When she was born, her mother died because she accidentally froze her womb. At the age of 3 she was able to make Ice Spikes, and launch them. When her official training began at age 5, she was able to create a blizard. The other children were so afraid of her, she was ostracized just like Niyol. Niyol was sitting unter the same Oak tree that he always did when Istas came over to him. Niyol looked her in the eyes, when Istas looked back she saw nothing. Niyol's eyes were devoid of all things natural to children; Hope, Joy, Love, Happiness gone... not even Anger was in his eyes. The first thing he said to her was "Go ahead, I already know what you're going to do..." and he was expecting some form of abuse. But when Niyol thought Istas would hit him, or throw mud at him, or even curse his existence, she didn't. Istas sat next to him, and held him closely. Niyol didn't know how to deal with this, and he shoved her away and quickly climbed up the tree, taking pleasure in that this strange girl couldn't follow. One day, while roaming the woods as Niyol always did, he heard the sound of growling, and barking. Thinking he would see a deer becoming wolf food, he saw Istas being attacked by wild dogs. Istas was a gentle person, and could never hurt another being. She was also too scared to think of something to do. Niyol ran out of the bush and tackled one of the dogs. He placed himself between Istas and the dogs, and got ready to die if he needed. The dogs attacked Niyol, biting, and scratching him, and he did his best to hurt even one of them. Istas couldn't let Niyol die, his father would never forgive her, or so she thought so she went against her own nature and summoned several Ice Spikes. She fired the spiked in rapid succession, eventually killing the wild dogs. Niyol got off the floor, against Istas's plea for him to stay put, and began walking to their village. Istas followed him to make sure he didn't get hurt or collapse. While his wounds were being treated he questioned himself, asking things such as:
Why did I protect her... she's just like the rest of them.
Why did she protect me... I'm not important at all.
Will father be unhappy that I didn't die?
Will father be unhappy that I left the village?
Much to his surprise, the first person other than the man treating him, that came into the room was Istas. "What do you want?" he asked coldly. Istas walked over, and held his hand. She looked sad, and had tears forming in her eyes. "I...I'm sorry." she said with a scratchy voice. This was the first time he'd ever had someone apologize for some reason, he replied "Don't cry, Istas." The two became the closest friends afterwards, and Niyol found himself taking up a sword and practicing with it. After some time, Istas was able to find his training spot, which was next to a lake, and decided to join him. The two trained in sword fighting for hours, and spent much of their time together. When they were nine the two arranged with their parents that when they became adults, the two would be bound to each other.
The next year, the day before Niyol's birthday (Nov. 1), he was playing at the same lake he trained for the past five years. Istas had kicked him a bit too hard, and sent Niyol flying into a tree trunk, instead of stopping at the ground, he fell through. He straightened himself up, and tried to get out, but slipped on a small black object. He looked at it and discovered it was a box, and he stuffed it in his robes. The second attempt to get out was more successful. At night, Niyol got curious and opened the black box, finding a piece of paper with a magic circle inside. On the back was the words 'Suscipiam, Contractus, Deamon, Anima' and 'Altsoba' each word written on an end of the magic circle's pentagram. His curiosity lead him to go back to the woods in the middle of night, and using a stick create the magic circle. He made an exact copy, and stood in the center, but nothing happened. He turned to the back, and recited the words making sure he spelled it right.
"Suscipiam..."
"Contractus..."
"Deamon..."
"Anima..."
"Alstoba..."
The circle glowed bright blue, and Niyol was lifted into the air as a dark presance wrapped itself around him. He felt so much pain as his very soul was being torn into that he fainted. When he awoke, he felt heat... A lot of heat. He looked around, and realized the house he was in was on fire. In his hand was a dagger, and when he looked up he saw Istas, with cut marks all over her.
"Please... don't do this" she pleaded. But when Niyol opened his mouth the voice wasn't his. It was the voice of the unholy beast that now inhabited his soul.
"The boy's heart bleeds to see you like this... you must be his woman..." the voice said.
"You're not Niyol!" Istas shrieked.
"No. I am Altsoba, the demon of war, and if you don't die your boyfriend's soul is mine. As well as his adorably body!" the voice replied. Istas told the demon Altsoba that if she has to die, then only Niyol can do it. Niyol couldn't do it, he didn't want to, but Istas grabbed his hand. Istas's hand was shaking, and she was crying, but she knew if the demon had control of him, the entire village would die. She pulled his hands closer, with the dagger pointed in her direction "It's okay..."
she said with a smile, and tears running down her face. "Don't... cry Istas." Niyol said, and pulled all his strength together, forcing his hand forward and burying the dagger deep inside Istas's stomach.
The following morning, Niyol woke up at the tribe's ceremonial fire pit in the middle of the village with the dagger in his hand. The houses were burnt to ash, except his own. He went to his house, and grabbed his training sword, using it to rip open some of the floor boards. When he did, he found the village sword the 'Thorn of Glory' still in its hiding spot. Since the blade wasn't drawn, he knows his parents died in their sleep. He ran to their rooms, and checked, there they were... all bloody and dead. Niyol had tears on his face, the fact that it was more than just one person who he ended. He dropped the sword, and stormed to the other houses searching through the remains, and found that all were dead. Babies, Children younger than he, his parents... dead. Where Istas was stabbed was a pile of ash on top of a bloody set of robes. Niyol fell to his knees, and began to cry. He heard the demons voice in his head saying "Our contract is complete. You now have the power you need, to do all you want."
"That's it... the trade is my entire village, for power?" he asked angrily.
"In a nutshell, yes. You have your power, and I have my souls. We have no further business, just know, when you die I get your soul as well." she told Niyol.
Niyol wanted to kill himself, but that isn't the way of his people. The way of his people is to receive punishment. Niyol went to his home, and grabbed a satchel his father kept under the hammock, and stuffed the dagger in it. He went to each house looking for supplies. From one house, he found some bread that was badly scorched. From another he got some metal plugs, and from Istas's house, he took a piece of her bloodied white robe. As a final ritual when a person has died, he must burn their bodies. Niyol gathered the limbs, and bodies from each house, and dragged them to the ceremonial fire pit. He piled all the wood he could find, and put a thick coating of pyre oil on it. He poured the rest all over his home. Niyol waited till dusk, before he lit the pyre, an honor he would never be given under normal circumstances. He stood up, and had a flashback to the first one he was at, where the chief (his big brother) would lead the dance. With tears pouring down his face, Niyol danced until the moon was in the middle of the sky, marking the day of mourning is over. Niyol slept next to his house, for he is a traitor, and he has no rights to property. When dawn broke he went to the fire pit and found a piece of wood that was covered in embers, went to the house and threw it in. He walked away covered in blood, sweat, and tears with his former home burning in the background.