Next to a large, cathedral-like structure, a flower field stretched out into the horizon.
On a slopy hill, there was a small table and a chair.
A tall, middle-aged woman sat upon the chair.
Age had taken its toll on her and revealed itself in the form of slight wrinkles on her face.
However, her rather muscular stature and her straight posture emanated a sense of majesty and strength.
A petite woman was next to the tall woman, and she held up a wide umbrella over the latter's body.
"Matriarch, do you wish for an afternoon tea?" The petite woman bowed and politely asked her.
The Matriarch nodded and waved her hand, "You don't need to ask for a person to take your place, I should probably expose myself to the vitality of the sun these days anyways."
"Thank you for your grace, Matriarch," The petite woman smiled and left, entering into the cathedral.
The woman that they called 'Matriarch' observed the beautiful flower field attentively.
Suddenly, a strange sight caught her attention.
"A snake? It's not the season for their immigration from the south..." She spoke out softly.
A small, black snake was slithering its way on the flower field.
Suddenly, it made a loud hissing noise.
Smoke was rising from its scaly body, and it abruptly caught on fire.
The Matriarch's eyes widened and she stood up brusquely.
"Everyone, gather here! Come on!!!" The Matriarch screamed.
Unexpectedly, she began crying.
Soon enough, a group of women gathered around her and helped her.
"Matriarch, what's wrong?"
"Matriarch!"
The Matriarch placed a big hand on her chest, and proclaimed loudly, "Ancestor Margara's prophecy has been fulfilled!"
When the women heard her words, they collapsed one by one and began sobbing.
"Search for all children born today, to find the child of fate!"
"Matriarch, I'm so sorry I angered you by taking too long to prepare the tea!" The petite woman from earlier seemed to misunderstand and ran with a smoking kettle and a teacup in her hand.
*Creak*
She tripped on a raised stone slab and fell down, and the searing tea spilled onto her bare thighs.
The Matriarch immediately ran up to her and placed her hand on the burned, red thighs.
Miraculously, the wounded skin slowly returned to a normal color.
The woman whispered, "The Sunlight Seers will finally be reborn...."
The petite woman hugged the matriarch and began sobbing when she heard her words.
Meanwhile....
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A young boy with brown hair and acne looked at himself in the mirror.
His eyes clenched still and exhibited a level of tension.
Earlier today, the young boy had woken up, only to find that he was not exactly the same person anymore.
Unfamiliar memories and feelings flooded into his heart, and it took time to process them, but now, he somewhat understood the situation.
"I was in the Court of Dictature, spearheading The Revolution, and now, I'm in a teenage boy's body..?" The boy tried to rationalize the situation.
From this boy's memories, he had found out that the year was 1200 AM, a whole 400 years after his own death!
This young boy was also named Vilyem, but that was as far as their similarities went.
He could investigate later, but he had other creeping doubts in his mind.
"Ur," Vilyem made a strange sound.
Suddenly, a text interface appeared in front of him.
'That still works, fortunately,'
Back in his time, 'Ur' was the syllable of the Universe, and the sound one needed to make to open up (The Universe's Voice).
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(Vilyem Castel)
Biological Age: 15
Level: 2
Specialization: None
Special Attributes:
- Curse of Regicide: Rulers are distrustful of you.
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'That b*stard! Casterson!' Vilyem almost screamed when he saw the curse.
The God-Emperor must have cursed him before they both killed each other.
There was also another curse, but his heart ached when he saw it, and he couldn't bear to open up the interface anymore.
'I don't need to see this young boy's Statistics...He's level 2, there's probably nothing outstanding in there,' Vilyem lamented internally.
"Vilyem!" He heard a feminine voice that called out to him.
It was 'his' mother.
She had brown hair and eyes, and a similar overall appearance to Vilyem.
"I'm going to the brewery, don't cause any trouble, will you?" She sneered.
"Don't worry, Mother, I'll study a bit and then have a nap," Truthfully, Vilyem's words were a complete lie, he couldn't sleep right now.
"Tomorrow's the autumn equinox and the beginning of school, you should prepare well for your last year," She gave him a kiss on the cheek and swiftly left the house.
From his memories, he received another shock.
In this era, everyone had access to (The Universe's Voice) and at the age of 16, they chose Specializations.
Back in his generation, only the elite could pursue any other Specialization than the underwhelming Diviner.
'I should go outside to see how different the world has become,' He clenched his fist.
He hated and feared the unknown.
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"Archfather, I have found a suitable blood donor,"
In a dark room in god-knows-where, an elderly man laid down on a bed.
The man had such deep wrinkles that they reduced his eyes to mere slits.
"Who?" However, his strong voice was not that of a dying old man.
"A young woman with possible healing factors in her blood, the information network predicts we might be able to reverse your Biological Age by over a hundred years," A glasses-wearing woman stated from the side of the bed.
"'The' information network? My a*s, it's YOUR information network," The old man harrumphed.
"Such profanities do not suit you, Archfather,"
"You are fearsome, Vista, I know that if someone were to kill me, it would be you, and no one would know...." The old man laughed.
Vista smiled and replied, "I do not have such plans."
"Whatever, Jevé will reward you handsomely for your aid."
"Archfather, I do not believe in Jevé."
The old man laughed loudly and remarked, "If anyone else in the Church said that, I would have burned them, but you can't die, Vista, you're too valuable."
He continued, "What do you work here for, then? Social capital? Scheming?"
Vista's glasses reflected the dim light into sharp rays that illuminated the old man.
She slowly said, "The only reason I work here is...
Vista halted her words.
The old man felt fearful of this cliffhanger, and his feeble hands reached for his head.
"It's the most lucrative job around!" She dropped an anticlimactic statement.
"Hahahahahahahaahaha-
"Strange, I feel a familiar presence." The old man stopped laughing out of a sudden and frowned.
Then, he unplugged all of the strange machines from his body and stood up.
When his body moved, strange silhouettes of light began dancing around the room.
Vista gulped and thought to herself, 'Is this the true power of a 400-year old Saint?'
The old man walked in slow steps towards curtains and swiftly opened them.
Beyond the curtains, a balcony oversaw the pristine blue waters of the sea.
'Casterson, Vilyem, Morrigan, Margara, and many more...am I really the only one still alive from then?' The old man thought to himself.
There was no way to know.