Months passed.
In those months, the Whiteheart family fell. His father was struck down by a terrible disease, and his mother died of heartbreak.
Everyone who had treated the Whiteheart's like royals in the past only looked at them with gazes of scorn, now.
As Raven made his way through the streets with the little money he had, he was shoved aside, and the coins dropped to the floor.
"Watch where yer' going, thieving scum!" He scrambled to pick them up. In these lonely winter months on the continent of Lycaeon, every one was worth it. After all, he needed to buy food to feed his sister.
If only he had magic...
Then he would earn more than enough.
Magic was worth everything. With magic, you could become a whole different person.
From a zero to a hero.
He clutched the coins to his chest his desperation, his hands shivering like mad.
If only...
If only.
If only he could turn these coins to gold...then they would be worth more, enough give his sister a proper meal.
Today, the Aeons were going out to hunt. There was an abandoned mineshaft nearby, and, scouts had said the cavern was filled to the brim with gold and treasures like no other.
Yet no risk, no reward. It was also said to hold the monster known as 'Bahamut', said to be the 'King' of the dragons of old.
Bahamut wasn't originally evil. In fact, he was the protector of humanity.
Yet, when they defeated the Demon King, he was corrupted by stray traces of the Demon King's power that were left upon his body.
He had enough money left to get into the Hunting.
But he also had to feed his sister.
Yet, if he got recognition from this Hunting, he could feed them both forever.
He decided to choose the Hunting.
The Hunting was taking place today, so he quickly made his way over, after paying, to the site that was designated for them to meet.
However, when he got there, he was immediately frowned upon. All of the people here were A-Rank and above, which meant there were like the crème de la crème of the Aeon world.
He still wasn't swayed, and picked up the sword that was left for him.
"This Hunt is about to begin! Please be ready, we are entering the mineshaft."
He breathed.
Now was the time to shine, huh?
In fact, there was only one reason he was going.
In one of the books his mother had read to him awhile ago, there was a legend, that 'the one who lands the finishing blow on Bahamut shall be gifted the sacred language.'
Well, at that time he had thought it just a myth.
But he had now realised what that sacred language could be.
Dragontongue, the most sacred and powerful of all magic. It took a while to learn, and started out weak.
However it brought results.
Dragontongue had never been learnt by a human before.
But now, he though, he would be the first.
Dragontongue taught something known only to human by a single word.
'Alchemy'.
Alchemy is so strange a concept, all humans can believe it to be is turning something ordinary into something extraordinary.
But now....
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