The day was beginning to bloom, the sun was making its change with the moon. The sun's rays fell on the wildlife, blossoming petals.
Federick opened his eyes refreshed. A growing energy swirled within him.
It was early morning, dawning in his bed. He had been up all night meditating, comfortably receiving the natural energy that permeates heaven and earth.
The first realization he gained was his inner state. Different from previous days, he felt light. The second was the sight of his mother, Perla, who sat on the corner of his bed.
She held a wooden board, which held his presumed breakfast. Fruits and nuts, with a refreshing small container of pure water.
Perla observing her son's drowsy state emanated a small smile.
"Good morning, little Fe."
"Good morning Mother, what brings you here so early?" Federick asked doubtfully.
"Oh, because you met with your Father yesterday, I had decided to bring you dinner. But seeing you sleeping, I decided to make you comfortable. That's why I brought you breakfast, son." Perla replied with a big smile due to the memory.
Federick quickly got up, getting ready for breakfast.
"Come, let's share breakfast." Federick offered.
Mother and son shared a seat, as the tablet sat on Federick's desk. It was his room so naturally, he never needed an extra seat, a mistake that was currently being observed.
"So how did it go yesterday, did your Father treat you well?". Pearl asked curiously.
"It was routine... If only we counted his actions. He showed me otherworldly actions." Federick had positioned the bait trying to get some reaction from his mother.
"Oh, yes; He is not originally from the central continent... Even Ithoug do not know where he is from, bes, he is foreign, ethnically, and socially different... You must understand." Perla expressed, exposing their practically null relationship.
"How is it possible that even you don't know, being the wife?". He said suspiciously.
"It's a long story, little Fe. I don't think you want to hear it." Perla complemented with a chuckle.
...
A decade ago.
It was a hot day. The sun hung hotly overhead, punishing the mortals. The weather was dry and even the beasts suffered.
Endless ravines existed, vast in their numbers. Above them, flying mountains were superimposed, connected by sturdy giant chains forged from divine materials.
Over a suspension bridge, an individual walked tirelessly. He had no visible garments, instead, he wore upon him an imposing bronze armor.
Although he wore an imposing armor that expressed prestige, on his shoulders he carried an instrument that held two buckets of water. Yes, he was doing the work of a water carrier.
Both in his posture and expression, he expressed exhaustion. Despite his difficulties, with discipline, he continued on his way toward a mountain.
Finally, as his feet gave out, he noticed a tree in front of him. It produced no fruit but shade, but his satisfaction was not with it but with the man resting in it.
Unmoved, he was resting under it, but innumerable chains imprisoned him in the same position.
"Old man! Why do the elders imprison you here? It is so far away, I simply want to rest with my ancestors!" The armored man shouted.
He was referring to the man under the shadows, who was showing signs of old age. Gray hair and beard mingled among his hair and beard, with skinny arms and wrinkles on his face.
"Countless comrades of mine have held this office, and many of them have left the earthly plane, to return to the arms of reincarnation. Why don't you close your eyes and let me be immortal!". Expressed with aggravation the young man.
"It's funny what you say. My life is not extinguished, but the light of those who pursue immortality is." Said the old man as he laughed loudly.
"I don't know how you are in the mood to laugh, old man. If it weren't for my training, I would even curse wearing this armor of which I am proud." He expressed doubtfully.
"Meh, fuck you." Finished the young man, setting down the buckets and walking away.
The grizzled man watched his retreating, as he grabbed his bowl to get a sip of water.
But as he looked at the water, he saw a peculiarity in it: it was making ripples at his grasp.
'How strange, karma hovers over my fate... It's overwhelming.'
'Indeed, you will be the last.' He whispered.
...
The clouds of mystery were hovering over the mountain. A strange event was taking place.
The figure of the young man had already disappeared with time, but there were still two figures on the mountain. The old man was still drinking from his bowl of water, but at the other end of the mountain, facing an endless ravine, a figure was staring into the abyss.
The extraordinary thing was that the figures were not similar, but identical. The old man was in two different places, one imprisoned and the other free.
In the abyss, there was no color beyond darkness. It was dark and endless, like a demon's grotto.
The man watched it as he contemplated the natural forces that afflicted him. After some reflection, he finally jumped in the direction of the abyss.
The wind hit his face and the darkness was approaching.... But with a slight movement of his index finger, a crack opened in space. Crack through which he entered.
The surrounding space had been exchanged. There was no longer nature in sight, only cold nothingness.
A place that was home to no one, there was life... Cursed life.
Countless strange beasts approached the man, intent on devouring him; but he tirelessly wielded a sword of energy, maiming and decapitating every creature that approached him.
After an unknown time, he finally landed in a different world. The energy was thin and the age of the world was limited.
A peculiarity had appeared about him: his old wrinkles had disappeared.
"I did not know that lower realms existed even in the present age." Those were the man's first words.
He observed above him, where a tumultuous gray energy lay. He is under the effect of the landing, he moved tirelessly.
"Indeed, the most effective method."
He quickly released his divine sense, which extended over all the grounds that made up the world.
He intuitively felt in his heart that it was a wrong action. So he took the reins of destiny.
With a quiet stomp in the air, he was above the clouds. He rode above them, in a quiet, slow walk, but quickly covered the distance of a continent.
Finally, he descended upon new ground. His old tattered garments had been laid aside and exchanged for new ones.
He observed for a moment the society that had been built in such a primitive place.
Although he had rationally categorized it as such, his actions were not proper to be called 'sophisticated'. Because he ventured into stormy waters, testing only the capacity of his body.
Although the weather was not a stormy one, the tempest was present in these waters. The current was violent and the waves gigantic, capable of drowning any vessel.
But a single man was sinking in them, and he fought fiercely against the currents. As if the sea had a conscience of its own, it was directing its efforts impassionedly on only one individual.
But the winner was quickly decided. Victoriously a man emerged on a different shore.
His clothes were not wet, but his hair and beard were different. His gray hair had disappeared with the losing current.
He traveled on foot for five days, drinking and eating nothing. Finally in front of him stood worn walls.
The walls told a story of their own. Tall and ancient alike, pillars that supported a civilization.
Like a ghost, the individual slipped away without arousing any suspicion. He passed unnoticed into the central area of the city.
Where he quickly slipped into the palace. In this, there were several officials, and in the center of the throne, on it an old man.
'The Father of a phoenix will naturally have the aura of a dragon.'
Finally, he revealed his position, saying:
"Sir, my name is Amagatzu and you must give me your daughter in marriage."
"..."