Red River Village was located within a vast mountain range. The village was mostly made up of farmers, warriors and magic practitioners and other smaller crafts. Life was leisurely free and tranquil. The village was somewhat isolated from the rest of the kingdom, and because of that was rarely ever threatened.
Kids aged 9 were given the choice to choose a vocation in the path of the warrior, magician or any craft they wanted. They were to compulsory train in their vocation for 10 years. This was to ensure they grew up to be a useful part of society.
This particular day was a joyous one in a merchant family, the Zintako household. The lady of the house had successfully given birth to her first child, a healthy baby boy.
"Honey, how do you feel?" a man says to his wife with a gleaming smile on his face.
"Kuvoki I'm okay. Look at our first son" She responds while holding her son.
"He is just as beautiful as you are Peach," Kuvoki said.
Peach was all smiles. They had been trying to have another child for about eight years, but as luck will have Peach got sick shortly after she conceived her son, and that sickness weakened her unborn child. But right now she successfully gave birth to a perfectly healthy child.
"What should we call this child?" Peach asked Kuvoki.
"He was born right at the end of the year of Brabus the Maleficent. He also had the will to overcome his great ordeal. It is only fitting he is called Asher . " Peach responded.
"Asher. That is indeed a fitting name." Peach remarked.
In the flash of an eye, days had turned into weeks, weeks to years. 15 years had passed since that joyous event. A troubled youth could be seen walking home, he had dark hairs, brown eyes and a moderate build for someone his age. His outfit was dirty and tattered, and from up close, one could tell he was just in a fight. He sneakily tried to enter his house without making any sound but was spotted by his mother.
"Were you in another fight again Asher?" Peach asked her son.
"mother" Asher involuntarily said. He could tell his mom was angry.
"I tripped on a rock while on my back from town," Asher said in an effort convince his mother otherwise.
"Oh. So the rock magically grew hands and tore your sleeves like that." Peach responded.
"If you keep insisting on not telling me who bullies you, I will have to stop you entirely from going to the warrior classes and make you join your father as a merchant." Peach scolded. She went on to pat his head with expressions of pity.
"Go take a bath and get ready for dinner."
Time went by as season changed, it was finally the eve of Asher's graduation. That day He got back from classes early. Full of excitement because tomorrow was his graduation. At age 19, one was considered an adult and could partake in more integral parts of society.
He was particularly happy because he could escape the torture of his fellow classmates. Since he started taking classes, he had been teased and bullied by his fellow classmates of the warrior's path. This all started on the first day of classes. The teacher asked everyone why they wanted to become warriors, and when it came to Asher's turn, he had responded: "because I want the whole village to love and worship me." His fellow classmates all laughed at his response. With a little anger, Asher immediately proclaimed that upon graduating, he will be the strongest of this class and show everyone in the village his greatness. Asher had the fortitude to be a world-class warrior but lacked the patience to cultivate natural energy. This made him fall behind everyone in strength and left him the bottom of the everyone's jokes.
As night came, Asher was laying on the bed and staring out his window. He noticed a strange bright crimson light hover in the distance. He was strangely drawn to that light and decided to go investigate it. He stealthily left his house so as to not draw any attention. As he got to the location of the light, he felt a heavy and constricting presence. Without any warning, a tiny meteorite descended on him. The meteorite hit him directly in the chest and caused him to pass out.
While in that state, a sudden torrent of memories flowed through his mind like a dream. He saw the God of destruction, Brabus, leisurely taking a stroll in the heavens. He was approached by Orisha, the goddess of water, where she baited him to having a competition with her. Brabus, was a particularly proud and powerful chief god and loved to compete. Since the end of the 5th war of the gods, he was eternally bored. He quite naively took the opportunity to show his omnipotence and agreed to the terms Orisha had given him.
The competition was an obstacle race that Orisha had personally prepared. They were to compete and see who would finish first, the loser would serve the winner for a 100 million years. The destination was the lightning grounds of the chief god of lightning Shango. As the race was progressing, Brabus was still not moving at his fastest speed, but still kept up with the pace of Orisha. He had a smug smile on his face as he watched Orisha. Suddenly, he noticed a strange fog ahead of which he thought nothing of.
How could he? All he needed was a single finger to destroy whatever Orisha had planned. He also noticed he could not find Orisha, but he still continued to progress through the fog and this time, a little faster. As he continued, the fog got thicker and thicker causing his vision to dramatically drop. At the end of the fog, Brabus discovered he had entered a forbidden region of the nine heavens. Thus, Brabus had broken a cardinal rule of the heavens, he had entered Arya's garden of creation. Upon entering Brabus had figured out what had happened. Orisha had colluded with Shango, Oya and the rest of the gods that had some differences with him to create the most powerful illusion the nine heavens had seen. That was the only way for an illusion of this magnitude to be created, or at least that was what Brabus had thought.
The illusion was capable of deceiving a chief god like himself. Suddenly, the illusion dissipated, he could sense his enemies thousands of miles away. In his anger, or what might seem to be, he shot a meteor like fireball, in the form of a meteor, towards the direction of Orisha. Oya, the chief god of darkness, used his eternal spear to deflect the meteorite away.
What none of the gods at that point had realized was that Brabus had embedded within that meteorite a portion of his soul. Brabus knew if he had shot that meteorite any other place the other gods will think something of it and thus had decided to use rage as a camouflage. He then waited for the descent of Arya, the primal god of creation.
At this point Asher opened his eyes. With his soul and memory intact, he knew exactly what had happened.
"I vow to the heavens I will get my revenge" Asher softly said.