On a medium sized island tucked safely away from most other civilizations there was a large kingdom that ruled that Island. This is the story of one of that kingdom's prince and it's a story still in the making....pay close attention to our Hero because every move he makes will determine the future of many countless lives....
Our hero's name is Megálos Aderfós once king of the Island Kingdom Metensárkosi Vasíleio or Reincarnation Kingdom as the few who knew of it has called it. At the age of 13 his parents King Ischyrí Patéra and Queen Megálos Mitéra passed away do to a strange illness upon which no one had a cure leaving the burden of running their once happy kingdom on their surviving elder son's shoulders since their firstborn perished mysteriously as a child. Megálos's uncle Ischyrí Kléftis and his son Ischyrí Deilós, who was 5 years Megálos's senior tried to take that responsibility off his shoulders saying he was to young to rule and he had no desire to in the first place. Megálos secretly believing in his older brothers survival refused to turn over the throne. He intended to keep the kingdom stable until his brother's return. He also watched out for his 3 years younger brother Megálos Gennaía Kardiá.
The people knew Megálos and loved him as they had loved his parents they mourned with the royal family at the loss of such kind soul's and Megálos worked hard day and night to keep the kingdom running he slept an hour or two each day and he was more miserable then he'd ever known. He refused to let his little brother help knowing how dangerous the court in even their kind old kingdom could be. Even here there was corruption that he fought tooth and nail with daily. He always made time for the poorer citizens and kept his ear open for all the denizens. At all times he was kind, fair, and just and not once was he ever accused of having no class or manners at least not to his face. He stood on his own to feet and let no one see a shred of his weakness. This lasted a year before suddenly the problems in his kingdom grew and grew crime was tripling, people were arguing and there was domestic fights. It was as if someone had sown a seed of discord across the entire kingdom!
Soon Megálos was going out every day solving domestic problems and helping to quell crime in the kingdom being forced to take on a staff to help him run the castle in his absences and the few days he had gotten to spend quality time with his little brother got even fewer and shorter. Finally there came a day when his kid brother came to him before one of his visit's to the city to do peace keeping. His brother had been worried for him. He was sure someone was out to get him. Said there had even been attempt's at his life. He had such an imagination that one. If his life was in danger he would've been the first to sense it. He just needed some extra attention! He'd be sure to spend some extra time with his little brother today after work. These were the thoughts that went through Megálos's head at his brother's frantic warnings. He'd be fine Megálos assured him with a pat on the head. You're over-reacting don't worry he'd said.
However his brother wouldn't give up so finally Megálos gave in to at least a cup of tea before leaving out. He gave his brother a tired smile as his brother watched him drink the tea the little one had made with a strange look on his face. It almost looked like....regret....Mega thought as he took a sip of the tea and his eye's widened as the world began to spin around him. His brother began to reach toward him. I'm sorry the young boy said sounding far away in Megálos's ears. Taking off Megálos's cloak and putting it on his shoulders as the light of the world turned dark for a minute or an eternity Megálos would never know the answer but something in him shouted with panic, told him to wake up, told him something was very wrong and that he did.
His clothes had been stripped from him and his brother was nowhere in sight. He felt it in his gut. Something was indeed very, very wrong. He ran from the castle only grabbing a loincloth and his staff. He knew where he was going without even knowing how he could just sense his brother and knew something was wrong. In his hurry he was a bit agitated when an elder of the village stopped him from his pursuit and asked him how he had gotten back so soon after agreeing to the strange hooded villager's request to get rid of a beast in the forest that was hunting their sheep. And also how he had changed clothes so quickly. Thanking the elder without answering any of his questions Megálos rushed to the forest already knowing just where he'd find his brother bu afraid of what he'd find.
Arriving in a clearing he saw his little brother standing there as if waiting arriving just in time to see the ink black arrow that pierced his brother's chest. "NOOOOO." The cry came from his lips with an unearthly sound, something far beyond grief as he rushed to his falling brother's side catching him in his arms. "W-Who could..." His brother placed a comforting hand on his cheek as if he were the one in the most pain right now. "Deilós." He whispered the name so softly it was almost lost to Megálos's ears. "Deilós." He said louder as if to confirm it again. And as if the devil could be summoned by name his traitorous cousin stepped from the treeline with a vicious lazy smile on his face. "Oops. Looks like I gone and shot the wrong one. What a fool! o you know how impossible it was to obtain even that little amount of that poison. Maybe you're familiar with it Máti tou thanátou, Death's Eye the deadliest poison known to man. Pity but he'll be dead before dawn.
Don't worry you'll soon join him." With that his cousin pulled out a black blade of pure obsidian. and advanced. Kissing his brother on the forehead Megálos grabbed his staff an ancient artifact said to have belonged to his ancestor the Monkey King Wukong himself. With rage beyond anything he's ever felt and an overflowing of power the fight didn't last 2 minutes and he easily overcame his cousin but before he could strike the final blow he heard a disturbance behind him and turned to see his Uncle standing over his brother with a malicious grin a sword raised to finish him off. It was clear now who the true mastermind was and as Megálos rushed to intercept his Uncle he had to dive over his brother's body taking the death blow himself as the blade cut a hole into his back with blood gushing from it. His uncle spared the two brothers a strange look of pity before his face turned to stone and he led his son away claiming they weren't even worth finishing off.
Dazed Megálos shifted painfully to his brother's barely breathing form and tapped his face gently. "Hang in there Gennaía!" He urged willing his brother's eye's to open. They did. And the look in them had Megálos choking back tears. His brother looked at him with a warm smile and eyes that said they knew this was the end and he was okay with it because Megálos was there and even if just for a moment he had succeeded in saving his older brother as he always dreamed of doing. And Megálos should have let him...but not like this... anything but this. He should have paid more attention... make up a life-or-death situation so the kid would have been satisfied.... now..Now....It was too late. Megálos knew it and his brother knew it. His brother took his face between his hands his warm smile content upon his face.
"Before I go...There is something I must tell you brother. These will be...*cough* ...my dying words." And he spoke them the smile never leaving his face. "All I ever wanted was to see you happy. You looked so miserable sitting on that throne. If I had a dying wish it would be that you could know happiness for the rest of your life and never have to frown again." And with that the last of the life left his brother's eye's and Gennaía died with a smile on his face, wrapped in his brother's arms. Megálos finding a strength he had no idea how he possessed picked up his brother and began trudging through the woods battered and broken in every way imaginable.
A long time ago there was a man who rejected the world, or that is to say the people of the world. He despised them so much that he secluded himself in the most desolate forbidden woods rather then deal with people. He didn't fear for his life there like all the other humans did instead he embraced his fate he was content in being left to his fate. He strode through the forest and lived there with so much confidence nothing in the forest dared to attack him out of both pride and respect. Instead they became used to him and slowly began to interact with him daily accepting him as part of their home. The plant's sang for him and all manner of beast walked along side him. He hunted for his food with his bare hands and developed the muscle and speed required to be a powerful predator all without using a single loathsome human tools. The forest chased away any mortal that came to search for him and the forest taught him all of it's magic so that he could protect himself.
The Animals, both predator and prey taught him to use nature's energy to strengthen himself in every way imaginable. The nymphs taught him how to manipulate the nature around him until he could make the wind itself dance. The oldest of the oak tree's taught him to call on nature's wrath giving him the knowledge of how to invoke every different "natural disaster", what they referred to as Nature's divine punishment, and the strength to do so. The man grew stronger in every aspect. Smarter, sharper, stronger, more flexible, definitely faster. He started to resemble a demigod.
He would have been content to simply live out his days like that however more and more humans became wary of him hearing from a voice whispered in the chaos that he still lives. The voice whispered of his prosperity gotten from the forest and before long an entire kingdom prepared a march on his forest preparing to go to war! The man would not stand for it. He stood as the forest's protector, Nature's Champion and he fought a war between the humans and the forest just by himself. The kingdom he fought lost horribly and the other nations were horrified by the complete decimation the man had caused. Soon he fought against the entire world as everyone wanted to end him!
The man fought bravely to his last breath but sooner or later he was overwhelmed and brought down. Before the world could celebrate however a God of Nature descended moved by the Man's dedication to nature and his hard fought battle. He took the man's body and wiped every mortals brain of the man and his power. The God created a secret grove where only those who was as worthy to nature as that man would ever be able to find, then rewarded the man by turning him into an indestructible oak tree that glowed with his power and his the grove away with his powerful magic waiting for the one mortal that would come and be as worthy as that man.
Eons later Battered and broken young man stumbled into the grove blood leaking from a long gash across his back. The gash was only half healed and each step seemed to open the wound more as it tried to heal itself. That young man was Megálos Aderfós. Mega dug a grave with his own hands right beneath the Indestructible oak that was once a man. He laid the body in that grave and covered it ignoring the blood that pooled around him as he worked. He had no doubt in his mind that he would die but this was more important at the moment. Mega finished burying the body then performed the prayer rights of his small kingdom. Finally he kneeled at the grave doing his best to hold a smile on his face so that he could fulfill "his" dying request but before long Mega passed out. From blood loss...exhaustion...or emotion? He wasn't sure. Maybe a mixture of the three and as he lay there in the dirt he did what he'd never once in his life allowed himself to do... He cried. And cried, and cried, and cried. Letting out all of his sorrows as the rest of his blood slowly drained from him mixing with the tears and dirt on the freshly dug grave. Then he fell asleep. For what should have been the last time.
Mega dreamed of a man who looked eerily similar to him. Except all grown up. It wasn't his dad so who...? Then that man spoke to him told him his story. Shared his pains with him and his joys and finally he shared his magic. "It's not time for you to join the Earth yet my son." The man told him this with a sagely aurora and a kindly smile. Mega could feel the years worth of lessons in the magic flow into him as well as a shard of the other man's soul. "My name is Florian Faunan," He said. "I'm going to restore you then I will be with you to teach you all about the magic you've absorbed. I'll teach you to master it and actually use it practically and I'll be there in case you ever need a Sage to fix your broken spirit." When Megálos had woken where his brother's grave had been was a miniature oak tree a lot like the one that dwarfed it behind it. For the last time he promised himself Mega cried. When he'd finished he noticed the glowing green aurora that surrounded him and noticed the way the trees seemed to lean toward him and he could now feel all the life around him as if he could reach out and touch the very strings of it as he walked back through the forest the animals he passed bowed to him and the trees nodded respectfully. And he could understand them as everyone kept repeating the same thing. "The King is chosen, The King is Chosen!" Feeling sick to his stomach at the words Megálos shook his head leaving the island as far behind as possible.
Megálos traveled all around the world and sometimes even to other worlds. He kept his brother's dying wish close to his heart so no matter where he went he was always happy, he always tried to do what mad him happiest and he always showed kindness and consideration to those around him. Not long after he'd gotten the new magic a Phoenix Prince had found him and pledge himself to Megálos under an oath of Fealty. Megálos traveled all over making friends and allies from all over. But none bet the Phoenix Prince ever got close enough to reside completely in Megálos's heart. He would always keep parts of himself hidden from others and since before he left the Island he always kept his Torso wrapped in bandages to hide the scar on his back ashamed of even having it showing. And he never wore a shirt because he hated the things with a passion and they didn't make him happy so he stopped wearing them and refused to put one on in all but the absolute most necessary cases or what he perceived as those cases. He lived a dream he'd long since cherished and became a treasure hunter. Finally after years of hunting on his own and pushing people away Megálos got lonely and with great difficulty agreed to join a guild with Prince Fótia the Phoenix Prince that was his only comrade. Megálos set out for Golden Phoenix after considering all his options and from there he hoped whatever awaited him would bring him happiness.
Our hero's name is Megálos Aderfós once king of the Island Kingdom Metensárkosi Vasíleio or Reincarnation Kingdom as the few who knew of it has called it. At the age of 13 his parents King Ischyrí Patéra and Queen Megálos Mitéra passed away do to a strange illness upon which no one had a cure leaving the burden of running their once happy kingdom on their surviving elder son's shoulders since their firstborn perished mysteriously as a child. Megálos's uncle Ischyrí Kléftis and his son Ischyrí Deilós, who was 5 years Megálos's senior tried to take that responsibility off his shoulders saying he was to young to rule and he had no desire to in the first place. Megálos secretly believing in his older brothers survival refused to turn over the throne. He intended to keep the kingdom stable until his brother's return. He also watched out for his 3 years younger brother Megálos Gennaía Kardiá.
The people knew Megálos and loved him as they had loved his parents they mourned with the royal family at the loss of such kind soul's and Megálos worked hard day and night to keep the kingdom running he slept an hour or two each day and he was more miserable then he'd ever known. He refused to let his little brother help knowing how dangerous the court in even their kind old kingdom could be. Even here there was corruption that he fought tooth and nail with daily. He always made time for the poorer citizens and kept his ear open for all the denizens. At all times he was kind, fair, and just and not once was he ever accused of having no class or manners at least not to his face. He stood on his own to feet and let no one see a shred of his weakness. This lasted a year before suddenly the problems in his kingdom grew and grew crime was tripling, people were arguing and there was domestic fights. It was as if someone had sown a seed of discord across the entire kingdom!
Soon Megálos was going out every day solving domestic problems and helping to quell crime in the kingdom being forced to take on a staff to help him run the castle in his absences and the few days he had gotten to spend quality time with his little brother got even fewer and shorter. Finally there came a day when his kid brother came to him before one of his visit's to the city to do peace keeping. His brother had been worried for him. He was sure someone was out to get him. Said there had even been attempt's at his life. He had such an imagination that one. If his life was in danger he would've been the first to sense it. He just needed some extra attention! He'd be sure to spend some extra time with his little brother today after work. These were the thoughts that went through Megálos's head at his brother's frantic warnings. He'd be fine Megálos assured him with a pat on the head. You're over-reacting don't worry he'd said.
However his brother wouldn't give up so finally Megálos gave in to at least a cup of tea before leaving out. He gave his brother a tired smile as his brother watched him drink the tea the little one had made with a strange look on his face. It almost looked like....regret....Mega thought as he took a sip of the tea and his eye's widened as the world began to spin around him. His brother began to reach toward him. I'm sorry the young boy said sounding far away in Megálos's ears. Taking off Megálos's cloak and putting it on his shoulders as the light of the world turned dark for a minute or an eternity Megálos would never know the answer but something in him shouted with panic, told him to wake up, told him something was very wrong and that he did.
His clothes had been stripped from him and his brother was nowhere in sight. He felt it in his gut. Something was indeed very, very wrong. He ran from the castle only grabbing a loincloth and his staff. He knew where he was going without even knowing how he could just sense his brother and knew something was wrong. In his hurry he was a bit agitated when an elder of the village stopped him from his pursuit and asked him how he had gotten back so soon after agreeing to the strange hooded villager's request to get rid of a beast in the forest that was hunting their sheep. And also how he had changed clothes so quickly. Thanking the elder without answering any of his questions Megálos rushed to the forest already knowing just where he'd find his brother bu afraid of what he'd find.
Arriving in a clearing he saw his little brother standing there as if waiting arriving just in time to see the ink black arrow that pierced his brother's chest. "NOOOOO." The cry came from his lips with an unearthly sound, something far beyond grief as he rushed to his falling brother's side catching him in his arms. "W-Who could..." His brother placed a comforting hand on his cheek as if he were the one in the most pain right now. "Deilós." He whispered the name so softly it was almost lost to Megálos's ears. "Deilós." He said louder as if to confirm it again. And as if the devil could be summoned by name his traitorous cousin stepped from the treeline with a vicious lazy smile on his face. "Oops. Looks like I gone and shot the wrong one. What a fool! o you know how impossible it was to obtain even that little amount of that poison. Maybe you're familiar with it Máti tou thanátou, Death's Eye the deadliest poison known to man. Pity but he'll be dead before dawn.
Don't worry you'll soon join him." With that his cousin pulled out a black blade of pure obsidian. and advanced. Kissing his brother on the forehead Megálos grabbed his staff an ancient artifact said to have belonged to his ancestor the Monkey King Wukong himself. With rage beyond anything he's ever felt and an overflowing of power the fight didn't last 2 minutes and he easily overcame his cousin but before he could strike the final blow he heard a disturbance behind him and turned to see his Uncle standing over his brother with a malicious grin a sword raised to finish him off. It was clear now who the true mastermind was and as Megálos rushed to intercept his Uncle he had to dive over his brother's body taking the death blow himself as the blade cut a hole into his back with blood gushing from it. His uncle spared the two brothers a strange look of pity before his face turned to stone and he led his son away claiming they weren't even worth finishing off.
Dazed Megálos shifted painfully to his brother's barely breathing form and tapped his face gently. "Hang in there Gennaía!" He urged willing his brother's eye's to open. They did. And the look in them had Megálos choking back tears. His brother looked at him with a warm smile and eyes that said they knew this was the end and he was okay with it because Megálos was there and even if just for a moment he had succeeded in saving his older brother as he always dreamed of doing. And Megálos should have let him...but not like this... anything but this. He should have paid more attention... make up a life-or-death situation so the kid would have been satisfied.... now..Now....It was too late. Megálos knew it and his brother knew it. His brother took his face between his hands his warm smile content upon his face.
"Before I go...There is something I must tell you brother. These will be...*cough* ...my dying words." And he spoke them the smile never leaving his face. "All I ever wanted was to see you happy. You looked so miserable sitting on that throne. If I had a dying wish it would be that you could know happiness for the rest of your life and never have to frown again." And with that the last of the life left his brother's eye's and Gennaía died with a smile on his face, wrapped in his brother's arms. Megálos finding a strength he had no idea how he possessed picked up his brother and began trudging through the woods battered and broken in every way imaginable.
Next Chapter Contains Another History That Becomes Apart of Megálos'S Destiny
A long time ago there was a man who rejected the world, or that is to say the people of the world. He despised them so much that he secluded himself in the most desolate forbidden woods rather then deal with people. He didn't fear for his life there like all the other humans did instead he embraced his fate he was content in being left to his fate. He strode through the forest and lived there with so much confidence nothing in the forest dared to attack him out of both pride and respect. Instead they became used to him and slowly began to interact with him daily accepting him as part of their home. The plant's sang for him and all manner of beast walked along side him. He hunted for his food with his bare hands and developed the muscle and speed required to be a powerful predator all without using a single loathsome human tools. The forest chased away any mortal that came to search for him and the forest taught him all of it's magic so that he could protect himself.
The Animals, both predator and prey taught him to use nature's energy to strengthen himself in every way imaginable. The nymphs taught him how to manipulate the nature around him until he could make the wind itself dance. The oldest of the oak tree's taught him to call on nature's wrath giving him the knowledge of how to invoke every different "natural disaster", what they referred to as Nature's divine punishment, and the strength to do so. The man grew stronger in every aspect. Smarter, sharper, stronger, more flexible, definitely faster. He started to resemble a demigod.
He would have been content to simply live out his days like that however more and more humans became wary of him hearing from a voice whispered in the chaos that he still lives. The voice whispered of his prosperity gotten from the forest and before long an entire kingdom prepared a march on his forest preparing to go to war! The man would not stand for it. He stood as the forest's protector, Nature's Champion and he fought a war between the humans and the forest just by himself. The kingdom he fought lost horribly and the other nations were horrified by the complete decimation the man had caused. Soon he fought against the entire world as everyone wanted to end him!
The man fought bravely to his last breath but sooner or later he was overwhelmed and brought down. Before the world could celebrate however a God of Nature descended moved by the Man's dedication to nature and his hard fought battle. He took the man's body and wiped every mortals brain of the man and his power. The God created a secret grove where only those who was as worthy to nature as that man would ever be able to find, then rewarded the man by turning him into an indestructible oak tree that glowed with his power and his the grove away with his powerful magic waiting for the one mortal that would come and be as worthy as that man.
Eons later Battered and broken young man stumbled into the grove blood leaking from a long gash across his back. The gash was only half healed and each step seemed to open the wound more as it tried to heal itself. That young man was Megálos Aderfós. Mega dug a grave with his own hands right beneath the Indestructible oak that was once a man. He laid the body in that grave and covered it ignoring the blood that pooled around him as he worked. He had no doubt in his mind that he would die but this was more important at the moment. Mega finished burying the body then performed the prayer rights of his small kingdom. Finally he kneeled at the grave doing his best to hold a smile on his face so that he could fulfill "his" dying request but before long Mega passed out. From blood loss...exhaustion...or emotion? He wasn't sure. Maybe a mixture of the three and as he lay there in the dirt he did what he'd never once in his life allowed himself to do... He cried. And cried, and cried, and cried. Letting out all of his sorrows as the rest of his blood slowly drained from him mixing with the tears and dirt on the freshly dug grave. Then he fell asleep. For what should have been the last time.
Mega dreamed of a man who looked eerily similar to him. Except all grown up. It wasn't his dad so who...? Then that man spoke to him told him his story. Shared his pains with him and his joys and finally he shared his magic. "It's not time for you to join the Earth yet my son." The man told him this with a sagely aurora and a kindly smile. Mega could feel the years worth of lessons in the magic flow into him as well as a shard of the other man's soul. "My name is Florian Faunan," He said. "I'm going to restore you then I will be with you to teach you all about the magic you've absorbed. I'll teach you to master it and actually use it practically and I'll be there in case you ever need a Sage to fix your broken spirit." When Megálos had woken where his brother's grave had been was a miniature oak tree a lot like the one that dwarfed it behind it. For the last time he promised himself Mega cried. When he'd finished he noticed the glowing green aurora that surrounded him and noticed the way the trees seemed to lean toward him and he could now feel all the life around him as if he could reach out and touch the very strings of it as he walked back through the forest the animals he passed bowed to him and the trees nodded respectfully. And he could understand them as everyone kept repeating the same thing. "The King is chosen, The King is Chosen!" Feeling sick to his stomach at the words Megálos shook his head leaving the island as far behind as possible.
Megálos traveled all around the world and sometimes even to other worlds. He kept his brother's dying wish close to his heart so no matter where he went he was always happy, he always tried to do what mad him happiest and he always showed kindness and consideration to those around him. Not long after he'd gotten the new magic a Phoenix Prince had found him and pledge himself to Megálos under an oath of Fealty. Megálos traveled all over making friends and allies from all over. But none bet the Phoenix Prince ever got close enough to reside completely in Megálos's heart. He would always keep parts of himself hidden from others and since before he left the Island he always kept his Torso wrapped in bandages to hide the scar on his back ashamed of even having it showing. And he never wore a shirt because he hated the things with a passion and they didn't make him happy so he stopped wearing them and refused to put one on in all but the absolute most necessary cases or what he perceived as those cases. He lived a dream he'd long since cherished and became a treasure hunter. Finally after years of hunting on his own and pushing people away Megálos got lonely and with great difficulty agreed to join a guild with Prince Fótia the Phoenix Prince that was his only comrade. Megálos set out for Golden Phoenix after considering all his options and from there he hoped whatever awaited him would bring him happiness.
Next Chapter: Becoming A Phoenix! The Start of Life in a Guild: ......(TO Be Continued)
