{1 week after the gate event}
As Urza carried his stroll through town, no pressure or suppression was oozing out of him as it did before.
The people around him stared at him not in shock but curiosity, as the people experiencing the unforgettable pressure spread word. The rumour went around of a young man holding the power of a higher being.
The attention was different to say the least. The people avoided his path and confrontance. This attention grabbed those of people looking for hope and a ally, but what also followed were those seeking his power for selfishness.
A way to get back at those who wronged them, or to those that had made to believe false words.
Urza quickly realised the varied gazes. A smirk there and a growl there. He had become somewhat popular among the people against the law. For his overwhelming power and ridiculous rumours spouted by those with a.. questionable IQ.
'This is getting tense' Urza thought strolling down the cobblestone road, loaf of bread in hand, representing a light breakfast.
A group of varied hooded crimson approached him, what looked to be a type of Bible under there right arm.
These group of blooded cloaks where either a cosplay group or a series of cultist protesting.
Urza went with the latter, as the first didn't exist in this time line.
'Great now more lunatics' Urza thought paying no mind to the Cultists actions.
The cultist were formed in a tringle formation. At the front of the pack was a man with gold stitching surrounding the top of his hood, like a crown.
This leader of mindless idiots pointed towards Urza with his shriveled finger. "It's HIM!" He shouted leaping from there provided stage and running towards Urza, slowly.
It was like slow-motion the way he was running.
Urza carried along at normal speed walking and paying no mind to the cultists words.
"Stop!" A group of cloaked figures shouted, replicates of the cultist fore mentioned.
"What do you want?" Urza said halting his movements slightly annoyed by the interruption of his "breakfast".
They fell to the floor, bowing there heads towards him. The group from the stage soon follows from behind him, doing the same as the one from the front.
"Oh Lord, please forgive us for interrupting your meal. Please finish as we consult each other" the man in the gold stitched robe said standing up from his kneeling position gathering the fellow cultists.
"Whatever, just fuck off" Urza said leaving the red cultist to bicker and chatter about current events.
Urza walked off continuing to eat his bread.
"No, my master. You must stay." the cultists said in unison.
"What the fuck?" Urza said halting his snacking and staring towards them.
"Can I leave?"
""No""
"Can I ask you to make me leave?"
""That's problematic"""
"Sure is" Urza said smiling as he put his foot out to walk away. A barrier same coldness to glass blocked his way. "Did you do this?" He said examining the barrier as it was a new toy.
""No, you did"""
"Well I'm pretty sure I didn't" Urza said grappling his fist with his open hand, cracking his knuckles.
Urza took a sharp breath, inhaling as much air as he could and then quickly releasing all the pent up energy into his fist. Streaks of broken air surround his fist as it headed towards the barrier at breakneck speed.
A thud, in unison to cracking echoed. His fist had broken the barrier with a single half-hearted punch. Urza sighed and went for another punch, but this time gathering more energy into his fist. He breathed out a sharp exhale and punched the barrier.
The barrier had exploded releasing the cultists and Urza.
"As you were saying" Urza said walking out onto the street gathering the views of the shop clerks and civilians.
It's a rare sight to see a display of such power in the middle of nowhere.
"It him, he really is a god!" The crowned cultist said gathering all his energy and running towards Urza.
"Please take us as your disciples!" He yelled kneeling before Urza and bashing his head towards the pavement, leaving a big gash on his forehead.
"No, I've got somewhere to be" Urza said walking past the crowned cultist.
"Master, where were you?" A familiar childish. voice yelled.
'Ah shit' Urza thought clenching his fist resisting the urge to punch Aira in the stomach.
Aira jumped on Urza's back grappling onto his arms.
"Nowhere you should be concerned of, And will you stop being so clingy!" He said trying to pry himself from Aira.
Aira smiles and giggles towards Urza's futile actions. Her gaze was soon averted by the man bleeding from his forehead.
"What did you do!?" Aira said removing her grapple into a choke, that failed to harm Urza.
"Not my fault he smashed his head into the road" Urza said sighing and shrugging his shoulders.
"No way, it's his companion, like in the prophecy!" The crowned cultist yelled l, gathering the fellow cultists. The cultist gasped. Even a few of them scurried through there books.
A cultist with there scripture in hand walks up to Urza holding the book in his face. A mural with man with blonde hair and black clothing stood in the middle wielding a sword made of blood and crown of teeth. To the side of the man was a small child, with similar red hair to Aira's and a dress like the one he bought her a week ago.
"Fuck" Urza said sprinting away from the very awkward situation he stumbled upon.
"No, our lord, please slow down!" A group of cultists said running behind him.
"How the fuck are you able to keep up!?" Urza shouted releasing his energy into his feet, propelling him self forward. His speed matched that of the world's fastest car.
**cough cough 'SSC Tuatara' cough cough**