Chapter 7 - The System

2 years later Azure now 18 years old has train for so long that you thought he was a different person the once skinny boy was no more now has muscles abs,- new long white kimono with white roses at the bottom a yellow and gold belt around his waist an what seems to me horns in his head pure white horns.

After some moment Azure remember about the System and said System ON

System Loading...

System Analyzing...

System Rebooting....

System Now Online...

---------System of Shinibara---------

Name: Azure von Rex Pentagon Nova

Class: Witchling Cultivator Faen

Tittle: Disaster of Flames +2more

Strength: 50

Speed: 95

Mana: 150

(!!!): 10

Dexterity: 100

---------Skills---------

Incarnation of Flames (SS)

Mana Absorption (B+)

Eyes of Mana (SS)

Inventory (EX)

---------Authority---------

Faen Authority (EX)

Azure Flame Authority (EX)

Azure who has never seen Authority or Tittle before was dumbfound about these things but what surprised him the must was the Faen Authority,- and the sudden disappeared of Faen and the the new horns on his head, with the sight of the new horn he could feel his emotions slowly disappearing.

Azure fell asleep and awoke to it being the dim of night.

The twin moons blazed high above the twisted boughs as Azure stirred from a deep slumber. A velvety darkness still cloaked the forest, yet within his body a unfamiliar flame began to smolder. Slowly rousing, he sensed his muscles coiled taut as steel bands beneath supple skin now dewed with a sheen of sweat.

At first he dismissed the queer sensations as remnants of a peculiar dream, yet as azure eyes flickered open azure realized a profound change had come upon him this night. The youth sprang lithely from his bed furs, bare feet padding soft as a panther's across worn wooden planks as he crossed to stand before a looking glass propped against the western wall of his small hut. 

What stared back was not the face of the man he knew himself to be but rather a stranger - angular features sculpted sharper than before, cheekbones honed to fine edges above a firm jaw now traced with wisps of silver. Eyes once stormy grey now blazed like twin sapphires rimmed in molten gold beneath arched brows slender as the bow he favored. Midnight tresses spilled in loose waves over broad shoulders, gleaming blue-black as raven's wings in the diffuse glow spilling through the open shutters from the forest beyond. 

Try as he might Azure could not deny what was unfolding before him - his 18th nameday had not passed as others, instead bringing a transformation far greater and more bewildering than youth growing into manhood. Somehow in the witching hours his blood had quickened, awakening dormant traits lying hidden within since birth. Traits which could mean only one incredible thing - he was not fully human as he had always believed, but rather possessed the immortal lineage of the ancient Faen folk spoken of only in hushed legend.

As realization crashed over him Azure staggered, grasping the edge of the table for support as equal parts wonder and horror gripped his racing mind. All his life he had known only the ways of humanity, spending each day honing body and mind through rigorous combat training believing his destiny lay as a warrior sworn to defend the realm. Now in a single night that destiny had been ripped away, an entirely new purpose emerging from the shadows ready to claim him whether he wished it or not. 

Heart thundering in his throat, Azure attempted to slow his panicked breathing as fingers trailing azure flame danced lightly over his smooth skin, seeking any other clues to this crowning riddle. His touch revealed a fine tracery of glowing lines limning collarbone and bicep, swirling down his spine in an intricate lyrical script like nothing of the mortal realm. Hieroglyphs belonging to an ancient people long vanished from these shores yet somehow flowing through his very veins. 

A sound wrenched Azure from his stunned musings - the unmistakable howl of a dire wolf drifting faint yet urgent through the trees. Such predators roamed the wood only when driven by famine or rage, their bestial cries foretelling violence on the verge of being unleashed. Without a second thought Azure sprang into action, snatching bow, quiver and blades as he plunged into the forest's shrouded paths. Perhaps in saving whatever poor soul had drawn the wolves' ire this eve he could find purpose anew until the riddles rent his being could be solved. And so his first trial as an awakened protector of the wilds began under summer's gathering stars.