You ran to your house as quickly as possible and as you get there you see your brother, Isaac, standing alone in front of your mother's corpse fighting against a tree that was wicked and twisted its braches were shattering through the house walls with ease, he was bloodied and battered half of his armor was broken on the ground, and as the tree raised a limb to strike you could think of nothing but to yell in horror as your brother was sent flying across the house smashing into the rubble of what was once your home,
"ISAAC!!" you screamed, as rage filled you, that lingering feral feeling in the back of your mind rushed forth consuming your mind, all you could think is "why whY WHY WHY!?!" as you let out a roar that could only be described as the roar of a desperate devil as you lunge forth in a fit of rage ripping at the tree with you bare hands you couldn't feel any one the pain that you should have, this incredible strength was slowly gouging away the tree's armor, all that was left was an unbridled rage, you dodged the tree's limbs with ease, grabbing hold of one you broke it off trying to stab it into the tree much like you did with the spider but the bark was to hard and it shattered, a branch smashed into you sending you hurtling across the open field and into the well, destroying it. You stand up as if nothing happened and bolted toward the tree, jumping up and breaking the last piece of the house left standing so it fell down on top of it, with it distracted you grabbed a piece of metal left from the remains of your brothers armor and plunged it into its twisted face and as it finally died, the all-consuming rage vanished in an instant and all that pain came rushing into you causing you to collapse and faint the last thing you saw before that was your brother on the ground reaching out to you.
"You were warned, young one you let the beast take hold and consume you" the man said
"What do you mean? Where am I? What happened to my brother?"
"You fainted from your wounds in battle, you are lucky if you don't die and as for the beast inside, it is the rage of the Forgotten Lord that will take control if you let it" they all said
"But it made me so much stronger why should I be careful because of it?"
"Power always comes at a price it is hatred incarnate, it cannot differentiate friend from foe, and every time you are in that state more and more of your emotions will be dulled with anger and hatred taking their place" the woman said
"you said before you would decide if I was worthy of this power..."
"You're not ready for the answer" the child says.
"who are you?"
"they call us many things, the conscience, spector, essence, but most commonly we are soul's, soul's of the Lost and the Forgotten"
"Can I use that power of the "Forgotten Lord" again?"
"If we deem you it worthy than you will have the chance but it will be entirely up to you" the man say
"why can I talk to you?"
"when people are close to death the wall between the land of the dead and the land of the living becomes weakened and strong soul's may be able to communicate with the land of the living and grant their power temporarily, this will hopefully be the last time we speak, now wake up!" they all yell.
"wait yo-"