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Cast:
Hero: Ray (Formerly Roys)
Vi - Vania (Sister)
Papa K - Kelsier (Father)
Mom Z - Eliza (Mother)
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The Priest - Priest Byron
Bad Uncle - Surt
The God of this Universe - Alpha
The Evil One - Damon
Kala or Big K - Our neighbor
Honorable mentions:
Planet Praxis - Planet Before
Planet Vania - The planet now
Church of the Radiants - Unknown
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Over the next few days, I've tried learning the language of the world. I finally know my sisters name, it's Vania. I'll just call her Vi for short. My fathers' name is Kelsier (I'll call him Papa K) and my mothers name is Eliza (I'll caller her Mom Z for short). They named me Ray. What a nice name.
I come from a world where names are as short as possible because your fighting monsters and robots, you don't have the time to pronounce and enunciate names to perfection. We don't have the luxury of fancy wordsmanship. (Yeah I know, my full name is long, I get it)
My sister would fit Praxia. She inherits the trait of a Peacekeeper: serious, silent and no nonsense. She would have made a great peacekeeper. Well, she will be, when I reestablish the Peacekeepers in this world.
She can only reply to me in simple gestures so complicated ideas are on hold for now.
Apparently, the man who visited us is our uncle and I think he works either as a mercenary or a guard. Apparently His name is Surt. He has red hair and a lithe build, moves likes a sea viper, slow and cautious. He always wear a dark brown cloak with a black hood, always looking from side to side as if to search for something. I can't get any further details about him right now. One look and I see that the man is dangerous.
I told her to teach me how to read and write, but as we are poor, we don't have any books. She can only write the letters with a stick at the back of the house and speak them to me about how the letters sound. After learning letters, I learned the meaning of basic words.
Over the span of a few weeks, I've probably learned all necessary words for common speak. I might do gestures for now, but watch out, after a few more weeks I'll be speaking like the eternally single but beautiful Doctor, Elvie Summers De Mujica. I'd like to meet in the future if I can.
I ask her if she knows any magic or spells, she says she has one spell that she can do when she was a child. She took me at the back of the house.
V sits down under the stump of a tree. Then breaths in and out. She puts on a wet glove into her right hand for some reason, then points her forefinger downwards.
Nothing was happening until a small ball of orange light forms at the tip of her finger. The ball of light was weak and small, but there it is, light. After a few seconds the ball of light disappeared.
My sister was out of breath and sweating, like she ran a hundred miles. For a simple spell, it really takes a lot of energy to make.
She smiled at me proudly and gestures that she would like to eat. She picked me up and we went back inside the house. I would like to know how she did it, but I think it is too early for me to know.
She takes me back inside the house where she cooks a stew that smells eerily similar to potato and beef. (Beef was a delicacy in my world, we only ate it on special occasion like birthdays or marriages. Cows were bred underground with grass under artificial light). They are very few and very expensive. They call em, Yagyu cows or something.
After eating, she lies beside my sleeping mother. There is no heating and cooling system in this world, so my mother and sister are sweating buckets while sleeping.
Poor people. When I am able, I'm going to teach them ways to cool the house. The primitive technology way.
My father works all day in our backyard and it makes me proud of him working so hard for his family. We have two wolf like dogs that roam around our property. We are inside a town according to Vi, a walled Fort Town of some sorts. Reminds me of the old walled fortresses in Praxia we call Gards. Weird name. Should have called them Guards.
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Four weeks have passed I now know how to speak some words but decided not to. It would be awkward and suspicious if I am seen talking. I thank my sister for her efforts and promise I would give her a gift someday.
She can't wait for her gift and she is beaming with joy.
My family was just eating lunch in the middle of the afternoon one day and we heard a commotion outside.
Kala, our neighbor who came from the far south, came rushing towards our house. A stout but cheerful man, he stopped in front of our house, seemingly out of breath. I'll call him Big K or Mr. K. Seems fitting for the guy.
"Bloody hell mates! The priest Byron has been ambushed and got whacked!" he bellows out as I make out the words. He speaks in a odd way, it's hard to translate sometimes.
The faces of my parents and sister was of a combination of shock, anger and uncertainty.
"Who would do such a thing and why? He is just a good old priest." My mother Eliza cried in the arms of my father.
This does not good news. Not good at all.
I clasped the hands of my sister who was holding me as Mr. K tells us the full details.
(To be continued)