fifteen years ago, a child was born along fifteen others, his eyes' irises a crimson red color, his pupils as dark as the abyss, and his sound wasn't heard after birth. instead he merely stared, radiating an air of maturity as if speaking in his mind, the five others were crying, even hungry, but this child wasn't. On that day, those six children that were born, were Atticus Flare, Rose Kuznetsov, Ria Almeida, Alexia Mbala, and Vera Ishikawa, and last but not least, Zephyrian Grey. on that day, Zephyrian was born an outcast, and was raised as an outcast, no matter how much he tried, no one accepted him.
that day flashed in Zephyrian's mind as he saw the rest of the class step up, each one taking their role, then came his turn after all his classmates got their abilities, roles, and classes, all ranging fromBBB+ to SSS+ since there's apparently only five SSSR roles. the orb glowed, then immediately made an error, and his eyes were smiling, since it was clear what the weakness was now, and the system continued denying to give him a role, and as a result, king Asfalon's face grimaced as he proceeded to clear his throat before speaking.
king Asfalon: it seems that you arent worthy of having a role. tell me, have you ever done something evil, look me in the eyes before answering, child.
Zephyrian looked king Asfalon in the eyes, his crimson eyes and slit pupils piercing into king Asfalon's, as did king Asfalon's eyes, and then, Zephyrian spoke, slowly, calmy, and seriously, his face strait.
Zephyrian: i never did, this means that I'm simply unfit, isn't that right?
king Asfalon lowered his head, his face unreadable, as if he was contemplating on what to do. then he raised his head, looked as Zephyrian waited for him to speak, and so he did. With a low, serious voice that felt as if the floor was splitting in half and swallowing Zephyrian whole.
king Asfalon: child, you will be sent to a dungeon to earn your role, if not, you will be forced into being the assistant of the lead scientist on the superior-forged project, and hence will have to be forced into your new job without access to anything without informing him, or me in return, do i make myself clear?
Zephyrian smirked as he raised his hand up and then with his pointer finger to show he was choosing the firstoption
Zephyrian: I'll go with option one please, is that alright?
king Asfalon lowered his gaze to analyze Zephyrian, and proceeded to signal to the guards to take Zephyrian to the "teleportation" chamber. and Zephyrian signaled a thanks as he was approached by the guards, but he turned to Atticus, and approached with a sly smile on his face, his crimson eyes half lidded, his hands behind his back, this wasn't how Zephyrian acted in front of the class, this was a new side they haven't seen ever, but when the four fan girls, ria, rose, alexia and Vera tried stopping Zephyrian, he stopped, and extended his hand for a handshake from behind his back, before he spoke with a cheerful and grateful attitude towards his childhood friends and the rest of the class, his eyes not moving from Atticus' golden ones.
Zephyrian: to all the memories and hopes you shall honor, good luck ... Friends
and so, they took him to the chamber to be teleported before the others could respond or act. once they got to the chamber, the guards signaled for Zephyrian to move towards the center, but before they could teleport Zephyrian, the true system made him trip by stopping the neural massages to his left leg, and telepathically showed him how to move after falling to make the teleportation not work and instead be teleported to a different dimension as this will be considered a failed spell cast and will instead kill him, and since the dimension is random, the teleportation will allow the system to guide him without interreferences. and he acted as told by the system, bending his arms to push off the floor and slide his feet ever so slightly across the edges of the magic circle to cause it to lose some of it's control on the direction, and the inside lines bent slightly with him covering them, causing the effects to be undetermined. and with that he was teleported with that same smile still on his face as he was sent away.
Zephyrian: true system, where am i now?
his eyes opened to a place where the plants were moving to the sway of the wind, the trees standing tall, and the animals all were moving afar with snow in their mountains, and suns in their plains of land, and the place he was lying in had rocks in th form of a road. when he looked towards the direction of both sides of the road, he saw two tombs, and he moved towards them, examining each one personally and closely
the right tomb, and also the one holding the vow offairness:
"Hark! By the flames of creation's birth, and the chill of the void's embrace, I swear. My judgement shall be true, as the stars in the night sky. I shall weigh each deed with a heart of fairness, for I am the judge, and my word is law, from the first breath of life to the final whisper of death."
the left tomb, and also the one holding the vow of strength and honor:
"Hark! By the cut of death's cold blade, and the will of the spiteful flame, I swear. My strength shall be as the mountains, my word as unyielding as the rock. I shall judge with a hand of iron, and a heart of fire, for I am the judge, and my word is law, forever and a day."
Zephyrian widened his eyes, quickly, carefully, his slit pupils twisted to a vertical state as he realized that he said the words on the two tombs without willing to, as if his body did it like it was something he agreed to do as a child, then the true system appeared in front of his eyes again.
T.S: Zephyrian, you have now been teleported to the perfect dimension to grow and become stronger for the future, so be prepared because now .... YOUR journey BEGINS HERE...
and just like that, a third, grey-colored road appeared in the middle of this single road that had two destinations, and made a T shape as Zephyrian walked on it, his adrenaline pumping, his sweat grazing down his forehead, as a feeling he never felt before rose in his chest, filling his heart like a melody he longed to hear, one he wanted to hear since birth but could never put his finger on it and one he could never describe. but this time he knew, he felt it. LONGING. he longed for what's at the end of this road, as his legs began to pick up pace, his eyes focusing more and more as he eventually began to run, his legs' please for mercy from the pain were ignored, because he continued running, not stopping to look at anything.
Zephyrian: come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, COME ON! i need to get there now! i cant afford to not get ther-! ...
his eyes darted as he halted to a stop and reached the end. He was there, the final tomb, and on it ... were three vows, and in front of it, a single music box, with a small old-school-style CD with a note that read as follows.
note: read those vows, read them and the system will be given fully to you, child. And if you do so, you must know that you are about to be bestowed the power to become something that you always desired, something that you wont rely on no hero, or god to do for you, yet "God" is the only description that can be given as a title for this amount of power. Now, the disc on this music box will describe the type of person you are, so go ahead, and light up the stars, boy, light them up and know that you have now been given the grace of becoming independent of all, and in doing so, no one will ever look down upon you, now go, and succeed. the system is waiting to appear before you, so place the disc in the music box and wait for it to place before reading those Vows, here is the description of the music that will be played, have fun, i know you will:
-Orchestral: A grand orchestra, but not in the traditional sense. Think vast, sweeping strings, like the roar of a wildfire. Brass sections that bellow like volcanic eruptions, and percussion that crackles like burning embers. But there's also a haunting, ethereal quality, like the whispers of flames dancing in the night.
-Dynamic: Shifting between moments of explosive power and quiet, contemplative moments. Just like a fire god, the music should be unpredictable, always evolving.
-Unsettling: It won't be comforting or familiar. It should challenge the listener, make them feel both awe and fear. After all, this is a god who is beyond comprehension.
-Ethereal: There is a sense of otherworldliness, of something ancient and powerful. The music feels like it's coming from another dimension, a realm of fire and fury.
and just like that, Zephyrian placed the disc in the box then closed the box and let it play in the background, as he was teleported right in front of the tablet. it's giant stature towering above him, as he looked at it with excitement that wasn't motivation to be gone the moment he started reading, nor a desire that removed the rushing feeling from his veins once he performed the action, but instead, it was like discipline from another life, as he began to read.Both consciously and unconsciously, willingly and unwillingly, he read, perfectly, like a poet is performing the poem they created in their mind to be exactly like it. a show of grand magnificence that even the sky was going to clap in astonishment.
The Vow of Strength:
"Hark! By the flames that birthed the very thought of creation, by the fire that burns brighter than the origin, I swear. My power is a storm of fire, a whirlwind of heat that bends the very fabric of reality to my will. I am the fire that consumes all, and yet creates anew, for I am the god of fire, and my will is the law."
The Vow of Justice:
"Hark! By the crimson heart of the sun, by the blood-red flame that burns with the truth, I swear. My judgement is as pure as the fire, as unwavering as the sun's gaze. I see all, know all, and judge with a heart of fire, for I am the god of fire, and my justice is absolute."
The Vow of Creation:
"Hark! By the insatiable hunger of the flames, by the fire that burns with a thirst for knowledge, I swear. My intelligence is a fire that consumes all, and yet creates anew. I am the god of fire, and my hunger is the source of all creation, for I am the fire that never sleeps, and my creation is endless."
And with that, the system apeared in his face as the tablet disappeared along with the roads and the tombs from before, and the stats read as follows:
Strength: 1
agility: 1
intelligence: 1
dexterity: 1
magic:1
willpower: 1
constitution: 1
[level: 1]
[class: soon to be the personification of fire]
{description: work hard, for no shortcut will ever appear before you, and so you must work till you cant anymore, and still act, still work, for growth is never given from the start, but it is earned, so now, go, and proceed to surpass all those who have mocked you. now go, young flame, burn and devour and light up more and more until you are to prove your spark of heat, and show the world who you really are}
So now with all the other summoned heroes, Zephyrian and his class, and possibly his family, and all the other chosen heroes from this world and even the ones of different races in play, this journey will be a lot, more, interesting.
T.S: don't you think so too, reader?