The curtains of the day were opening, the weather was auspicious and pleasant, and clouds of different shapes appeared early in the morning. The willows were dancing, the leaves were flying.
One particularly warm leaf traveled aimlessly, guided by the blessing of the wind, lost and purposeless until it finally landed on a young man's hair.
The young man remained unperturbed by external activity, demonstrating an extremely cultivated temperament.
He was sitting on a large rock in a garden. The rock was discordant with its surroundings, giving the impression that it had just been transported. On its surface was a folded leather of unknown origin.
The boy, despite his young age, practiced meditation in deep states. His posture was erect and his breathing alternated in a steady rhythm.
It was Federick who performed his daily practice of energy collection. The folded leather on which he rested was indeed the cultivation inheritance he had obtained from his father.
He had recently discovered that it was beneficial for his cultivation. If folded for a prolonged period, it would sharpen and refine the world's energy, contribute to his understanding, and forge his heart passively. He was a true treasure from his Father's hand.
Lately, he had concentrated his efforts on cultivation, after having experienced the play on the upper mist, as he recognized his humble state in a greater proportion of the things.
Although he would not force results, as his original intention was not to be impetuous or take cultivation lightly; an intention that remained with greater vehemence.
At a certain point in the morning, he reached his limit. Cultivation in the realm of contact was covered with simplicity but in equal proportion, enigmas.
Where you needed to make direct contact with the "Will" to access it.
It was the orthodox spirit incarnate, being simple "Practice, Effort and Progress". One guided the energy present in heaven and earth, in one's direction, where it was ingested by the breath, processing to all locations of the body through the digesting metabolism.
Its function was to nourish the vitality of the body, bodily strengthening one.
He had inspected this "realm" in detail with the use of his innate ability, but the results had not been significant.
[Lineage, lineage, lineage! The main way since ancient times, is rudimentary but effective.
Use your head and... Do ear pulls! Boost your supergenes with exercise, improving your natural metabolism]
'Daily practice is boring.' Federick thought as he finished.
'Furor, youth. Occaso near and distant; dawn or dusk, the near twilight state. Oh, the vigor of youth... If old man I were, fuck I could not." Expressed Federick to the air in a chant.
It was his song of praise, to the fact that he could stand up straight for hours, without causing him back discomfort.
'Bitterness, bitterness. One bitterness, two bitterness.'
Federick happily sang a modified 'Sheep and Fences' mental tale, as he headed inside his room, in the direction of his closet.
He was due to participate in a monthly educational class organized by the Battlemman Family, so he quickly changed into simple, comfortable attire, paying little attention to his outward appearance.
Although it was a quarter of an hour before I started, Federick's steps were slow, enjoying the scenery.
The class was a general convocation for the younger generation of the family. Today's opportunity was directed to the study of the ancient language "Lyusr", chaired by the prestigious scholar So-lar.
When he finally arrived, most of the seats were taken. Although his pace was not hurried, he had arrived five minutes early.
Upon his arrival, a servant who was all smiles rushed over and guided him to his seat. He was in one of the main seats, close to the place where So-lar would lecture.
Next to him, was an old acquaintance, "Eras" with whom he had shared the ancestral test. On previous occasions, they had interacted, and therefore he recognized her.
Eras who maintained a confident and proud look, with haughty eyebrows; received a small tick at Federick's entrance.
His steps in his mind were unfathomable, his sleeves swaying gently with the tinkling of jewels; His gaze haughty, with a confident expression; Disconnected from the secular world.
Yes, that was the result of the psychological shadow caused by Federick....
"It's a pleasure to meet you again, Eras." Greeted Federick modestly.
"Jhonatan, how are you?".
"Carl, nice to meet you."
Although not a social larva, Federick still clearly maintained basic manners and the impact of a good reputation.
Only two minutes later, he appeared over the podium, So-lar. He was a middle-aged man with brown skin, balding and stern in temperament.
"It is my honor today, to introduce myself and conduct this class for the Battlemman family!" So-lar exclaimed.
Although his speech was tepid, cloaked in crudity and simplicity, there was an inherent excitement hidden in the meaning of his words. He was a scholar of history, so he knew what the surname "Battlemman" stood for.
"As previously announced, it will be directed and focused on the complex study of the ancient language "Lyusr". Our joint history of mankind, has suffered setbacks and challenges with no apparent end, through the progress of our epic epic," So-lar spoke systematically but with a fiery spirit.
"The ancient knowledge of the ancestors has perished by the flames of relentless time. Because of this constant struggle, the inheritance was not limited to oral practice alone, being recorded in ancient writings." So-lar continued to present with fervor, as he quickly jotted on a slate.
'His mental agility is incredible.' Federick silently thought.
But against his expectations, some expressed it without concern.
Eras gave his companion, Jhonatan, a puzzled look at his obvious statement.
"He's a wizard, duh..." She whispered with a chuckle.
Federick didn't react outwardly, but inwardly supported the brave boy; It was a simple observation, but it flouted common sense... Magical, above all.
He was not interested in the principle of this class. He had spent time alone, learning the ancient language; he was not an expert, but certainly not a novice.
Since he was not a beginner, it was not of particular interest to him. Although the teacher deserved his praise; his teaching was unique and similar to the more gifted teachers he had met before.
[So-lar: A great scholar of ancient history, who has survived his hardships and tribulations.
With a commanding temperament, he hails from the "Northern Deserts"].
The result of the evaluation had been brief, without depth.
But its origin was significant to him. The "Northern Deserts" was a mythical place in universal history. A barren, desert land, but which had been the cradle of commendable personalities, where the temple of the "High Priest of the Northern Deserts" lay.
But an extraordinary activity removed his inner stupor. So-lar had taken an instrument out of its case, round and black, extremely simple.
But the moment he touched it and instructed the magical energy, an image was projected from within. With a violet background, a papyrus stretched from end to end, containing innumerable symbols.
"The specimen you observe is a papyrus extracted from the dark ages. Ancient and tragic era, belonging to the forgotten past. As you can see, the first symbol presented refers to "Him", although unfortunately its wear and tear are too great, making it impossible to understand perfectly... The sorrow of the elders hahaha!".
Finished So-lar with a sonorous laugh, hiding his grief.
At the mention of the Dark Ages, Federick's interest was piqued to a boil. The term in question was attached to the previous era, which was in successive lines with the present one.
One steeped in mystery shrouded in a veil of an eternal enigma. An era of swords, sabers, death, and blood; Corruption surpassing every limit, and magical morality being constantly violated...
Federick's current ability was not sufficient to retrieve the symbols eroded by time, but he recognized the ones present. He quickly memorized their contents.
"He... His ferocity was commendable, tearing... But when "He" appeared, Chaos went berserk... The pillars in the air scattered like ashes... But "Her Grace" was greater.... In succession to the tragic and awe-inspiring event, it burned.... Chronology of mountains and rivers".
...
So-lar's time was precious, so quickly came the conclusion of the class. With honorary salutations, he retired in silence.
As he left, tutors of the young people came to take them away one at a time. Federick was not particularly expecting anyone.
His Mother was a supportive master of the healing arts who was much in demand.
His Grandfather was the King, a full-time regent.
And his Father... Well, he was off in the mountains smoking rare mushrooms.
But surprisingly, his Mother showed up at the last minute. Most of the parents and children had retired, when she appeared with a smile and hugged Federick.
"How is my little man?". Perla said resolutely with a meaningful smile.
Her short wavy blonde hair fell sharply between her face, bringing a youthful feature with the combination of her pearl-like teeth and apple tree red eyes.