The hunter clutched his talisman and watched as snow poured down whilst the wind howled in agony. It was the day in which magic was at its highest point in the past century. Being exposed to this level of magic could be fatal unless one was a 3rd-grade Conjuror or was equipped with a talisman that was equal to a 3rd-grade Conjurer.
At the centre of all this, buried underneath a pile of snow, lay a desolate and aged lab. He and the other natives had no idea of what it was nor what it was used for and they steered clear of it since the pressure it emitted was so dominant that it gripped your heart once you were nearby.
While cautiously passing by it, the hunter was immediately shocked and dropped everything in his hand at the sight he saw. Tremendous amounts of magic were being drawn into the lab at an astonishing speed. Magic couldn't be seen unless it was in a notably extraordinary concentration and that was dangerous. In fear, he ran off, leaving everything he dropped behind as it slowly deteriorated with everything else nearby under the influence of the immense magic. Once the lab fell apart, all that was left was a giant sphere of magic in the heart of the lab. Magic gushed through inside endlessly as the sphere greedily devoured it.
This scene could be seen from miles and miles away, bewildering those that saw it. It went on for the entire day as it gently shrunk, eventually coming to an end during the darkest hour of the night.
Amongst the rubble and the area in which the sphere of magic once was, lay a young boy around the age of 15. Covering his face was his messy hair, coloured both blonde and black unevenly, with the black covering much more. His clothes were torn and his body looked frail and weak as it was covered with wounds and bruises.
If one listened carefully, faint sounds of breathing could be heard amid the silence of the night. These sounds gradually grew stronger and louder, until eventually, he got up from his slumber.
This boy had little to no memories, possessing knowledge of his name Jaenllis and a few important memories were retained. Avoiding remembering past memories due to the fact that doing so gives him a massive headache. He slowly but surely he got up and started casting off the dust and rubble on him and picked up the book that dropped when he'd gotten up as it felt important to him. The book was extremely cold and had a strange metallic lock on it the prevented it from being opened. From the corner of his eye, Jaenllis saw some people approaching nervously with torches. Before he could do anything, he felt excruciating pain before collapsing onto the cold ground of the winter.
When Jaenllis reopened his eyes, he saw himself surrounded by countless curious gazes from the villagers nearby. He was resting on a hard bed that felt slightly uncomfortable and his wounds were poorly bandaged around his chest. The room he was in was quite large and was dimly lit by candles of poor quality. The villagers brought over some medicine in the form of liquid. Jaenllis sent an appreciating nod towards the elderly villager who gave him the bowl before quickly downing the contents and gave a satisfying burp afterwards.
"W h ere a m I??" Jaenllis asked the elderly villager with difficulty as he felt a pain everytime he tried to speak.
"Ah? How are you speaking the Iewethi dialect?" The elderly Villager said in shock "C-Could it be!?"
The villager quickly ran into a different room, returning moments later with a crumpled and worn out sheet.
He shoved the sheet in Jaenllis's face whilst exclaiming " I originally thought that you were the boy in the drawing but I dismissed the idea due to the little possibility of it but..."
The other villagers hastily gathered around the sheet and gasped. On the sheet was a drawing of... Jaenllis. The drawing was of his face and the quality was high since his face from both real life and the drawing was almost exactly identical, with the only difference being his oddly coloured hair
"This drawing originates from what we'd thought to be a made-up tale from our village. It was 300 Hundred years ago... there was a boy who was extremely powerful from birth and he had a strong magical prowess and was unmatched in his generation. He was so strong that it could even defeat 7th-grade Conjurors when he fought with all his strength. Unfortunately, when he was 14, he snapped due to the death of his parents and his magic went amok. An old man at the pinnacle of magic came laughing with a wide grin, he sealed the boy's power and took him away all in a single moment."
The elderly villager recalled the story associated with the drawing and everyone gasped in amazement and shock. Jaenllis was also very surprised.
From listening to the old man, memory fragments started pouring into his minds.
He did, in fact, go berserk that day as for why it was because of the chief of the village at the time used his power to harass his mother. Jaenllis's father got mad and attempted to kill the chief but failed as the guards, although weaker but in numbers, brutally murdered him before he was anywhere near the chief. After finding out the news from his uncle, he went berserk, attacking anyone related to the chief in any way as all of them were corrupt and pure evil.
It was only until he'd torn the guards and the chief apart till they were unrecognisable that he'd calm down. Well, he tried to. His power was uncontrollable now, even for him and it only intensified.
His bloodlust grew stronger and he didn't feel satisfied with just taking the life of the chief, and his rage slowly grew towards the chief's family. Under normal circumstances, Jaenllis wouldn't do such a despicable act by involving uninvolved people but under the spell of his unknown power, he felt that it was the right thing to do.
Before Jaenllis took action, a lively laughter came from above him. A blurry figure was approaching quickly at a speed that appeared god-like to Jaenllis and the villagers. The blurry figure collided with the ground in front of Jaenllis and bits of rubble and dust flew up everywhere. As the dust slowly cleared, the appearance of the figure came into full view. It was an old man, simply dressed in conventional rugs with a smile adorned on his face.
"So this is the person who's been putting my magic artefact in a state of madness," The old man said glancing at his artefact "Uhh, If you guys don't mind I'll be taking this guy," He said whilst looking at the villagers and then Jaenllis.
The villagers had a look of bewilderment and fear whilst Jaenllis got ready to fight, his power clearly interfering with his ability to judge people's strength.
"Well I'll take that as a yes," The old man said before speeding towards Jaenllis with his hand stuck out in Jaenllis's direction. His hand lit up gold and his mouth muttered some obscure things before dark chains hurried out and wrapped up Jaenllis, sealing his power. The man quickly picked him up, waved goodbye and flew off.
His mind hurt as these memories entered his mind and that was all that Jaenllis could remember as the aftermath was unknown to him no matter how strenuously he tried to remember. He got up and shook the old villager's hands before saying "Thank you" and walking off towards the door. His bandages that were crudely bandaged fell off, revealing clear skin without a single scratch. The villagers were in shock and awe. Those wounds weren't ordinary and with their cheap medicine quality and treatment, it would've taken months to recover. Jaenllis, bare-chested, met the harshness of the cold winter full on, his tough act promptly left as quickly as it came and he ran back into the house to ask for clothing.