It had been a year since I had woken up in a field and been unceremoniously— and rather roughly—
been brought into a homely cabin. Much to my disappointment, my new
brother Will was not one of the seven others the wierdo man mentioned. I
had tried communicating with the brat, but he just grabbed my skudding
nose.
And now I was once again being carried by
Galt to a place I had never seen before. Admittedly, I had not left the
cabin much since I had first arrived. Not being able to walk tends to
significantly halt all attempts of exploration, I found. Being a baby
was not as skudding easy as I would have thought. Being unable to take a
dump myself or be able to ask for anything without crying was the most
skudding annoying thing imaginable. My mother Helen, may the skudding
Light be with her, was somehow able to understand what my crying meant.
It
was bewildering to watch her instantly realize I was thirsty by the
sound I made. But thank skud she could. Galt as a single father would
have been a death sentence.
I started enviously at Will, who was
being carried by mother. Galt hummed to himself as he walked and
unfortunately for me, his musical talent was not much better than his
parental ability.
"Helen, you''re good with the brats right?" Galt asked Helen, breaking the silence.
"Compared to you, even a beast would look like a royal nanny." Helen replied, smiling to herself.
"Your fault for marrying me." He shot back. "Any guesses for their class?"
"I
hope both become mages." Helen said, playing with Will and staring at
him fondly. "I''m sure they would enjoy his mother teaching him."
Galt scoffed. "One of them better be a thief or I''ll be a complete bum of a father."
What was this? Did Galt want his children to be thieves? No he had mentioned something about a class before. That felt familiar.
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<b> INFORMATION </b>
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<b>Name: </b> Deyja Greencloak
<b>Age: </b>1
<b>Occupation</b>: Thief (Unawakened)
<b>Affinity: </b> Lightning (Unawakened)
<b>Achievements:</b> None
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Was this what he was talking about? I snorted. Galt was in luck. He had picked a thief as his adopted son.
"Teaching
them your sweaty fighting won''t change that dear." Helen stated. As
kind as she looked, she had a rather sharp tongue when it came to anyone
other than Will and me. I hoped to never find myself on the wrong side
of it myself.
The scenery around us was that of a regular town.
Wooden houses with stone bases, the occasional stall. People bustled
about, too busy to glance much at us. From what I could tell, we lived
in a rather rural and out of the way area. Not well off, but not broke
either. A decent life.This narrative has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. If you see it on Amazon, please report it.
We arrived onto a building that reminded me
of the temples in my previous life. People in my past life did not
truly believe in any deity. At least not where I was. A temple just
served as a place where priests could extort an absurd amount of money
from any poor skud who made his way there and if he was lucky he would
get out with his injury or disease cured.
Here, the people
looked up to the Light. It was more of a concept than a deity. They
believed that for every person there is a path lit by Light, and any who
follow that path will never be abandoned or left to suffer. It was an
interesting concept.
The temple was served by people who wielded
the element of Light. Not that it had any relation with the concept. It
was merely good symbolism.
The temple stood taller than any
other building I had previously seen, with a graceful and slim stone
structure. Silver engravings covered it and seemed to shine under the
sun''s glow. In front of the temple were many other parents, holding
children who looked the same age as me and Will.
I was curious to see what this ceremony was all about.
The
temple doors opened to reveal a man dressed in silver clothing. He was
middle aged and perfectly fit the image I had of a priest of the Light.
Gray hairs, kind eyes and a calm air around him.
"Parents, I request you form an orderly line before we proceed with the ceremony. Yes, very good—
thank you. Now one by one, each child will touch the plate in my hand
and I will reveal his or her path. I wish you all luck in walking the
path of the Light"
The
man calmly organized everyone and displayed a plain stone tablet so
that all could see it. One by one, parents made their children touch the
tablet and the man announced their class.
"Chris
Tigres! Path of the Shield! Ava Forwitch! Path of the Mage!" One by one
each child had their class announced. Every time a child touched the
tablet, it glowed slightly and I could vaguely make out the text on it.
Finally, it was Will''s turn.
"Will Greencloak! Path of the Thief!"
Galt
let out a satisfied breath and smirked at his wife. Who looked back
with a smile scarier than any glare I had seen. Poor man.
Once Will''s name had been announced, people began whispering amongst themselves.
"Greencloak? You don''t mean—"
"Is he really his son? Galt—"
I
couldn''t make out much of the conversation but it slowly became
apparent that the name Greencloak was drawing quite a lot of attention.
And
finally, came my turn. The man smiled at me kindly and presented me
with the tablet. Eagerly, I touched it. How did this thing work anyway?
The tablet glowed softly, and words began to appear on it.
"Deyja Greencloak! Path of the Thief!"
Galt
let out a hearty laugh upon hearing the news. Which frankly, shocked me
more than anything else. His deep laugh caused me to flinch slightly.
This was the first time I had seen the man express his emotions so
clearly.
Helen, who had a slightly disappointment frown on her face quickly got over it and rushed towards Galt and I with Will.
"This isn''t fair." She muttered. "Couldn''t at least one of you picked the same path of mommy?"
"Tough luck!" Galt exclaimed, cackling. "I''ll make void treaders out of these brats even if it kills them!"
Helen groaned.