Far away from Vastos, we head to the north, a cold land of ice. Cold summers. Even colder winters. People wear woolly, leathered boots and coats covered with fur hunted from bears. Men and women born in this country were strong.
"At night the stars shined brighter than any other country"
Famously said by one of the first men who had pioneered and discovered the land now known as Coldera. The country had rapidly become more and more populated and, as expected, more advanced as time went on. Even becoming so great as to rival the country of Vastos. People born in this land had a very high aptitude for ice and wind magic.
Except one boy. A boy named Shun. Born without being able to manipulate ice or wind. Isolated and outcasted. There is one other thing you must know about the people of Coldera: they are proud! Their savagery and prideness know no bounds.
"He can't even make a breeze. What a loser!!"
"I'm disappointed in ever having a son like you."
"It would've been better if I never had a son like you!"
"A person of coldera who can't even manipulate ice...what a disgrace"
Ridiculed by his parents. Mocked and made fun of by his village. Abuse and punches had been thrown his way for as long as he knew what life was, and he was ready to throw it all away. His body was full of wounds and scars. New bruises and marks appeared every day. From the time he was born until now, he has suffered. For eight years.
Shun's anger only grew in the face of despair.
"I'll kill every last one of you!" He clung to this thought alone in hopes of one day becoming strong. One night, as he tucked away in a corner of his room at night as he'd normally do, living with the village's dogs, he was dirty, and the rags he wore were tattered. His skin was white and pale, similar to that of a skeleton.
Tears frozen and stuck on his cheek from the unbearable cold he had to face every day. Shun was born with black hair only for it to turn to white in six years. The village had only barely kept him alive to mock and ridicule him.
"Do you wish for strength?"
"Who said that?!?" The voice Shun had heard pierced his ears. On loop, it kept ringing and getting louder. Shun had attempted to cover his ears with his hands, but as he pressed harder onto his ears, the voice became louder and more coherent.
He tried moving. However, his body soon became unable to function, and his vision then grew darker.
"Ah...I must be dying..is this how it feels to die...how cold"
"Do you wish for power?"
"Do you wish for strength?"
"Do you wish for power?"
"Do you wish for strength?"
"Do you wish for power?"
"Do you wish for strength?"
"Say you wish for power."
Shun had mustered every last bit of strength he had in his frail body to speak his very last words.
"I wish for power!" Shun had clenched his fists in the air. Clenched his teeth. His vision had completely gone dark. Then he felt warmth. A strange warmth he had never felt a day in his life. Shun had experienced for the first time in his life warmth.
The dogs barked aggressively at Shun only to scream and whimper as they burnt horrifyingly. Shun's parents had woken up to the cries of the dogs. As they came running over, they saw a ferocious flame continuing to spread in the middle of a cold night. All the villagers tried to contain the fire by surrounding it with walls of ice.
All attempts to block the fire were melted away instantly. Shun stood at the centre of the flame, unaffected. Anger was apparent in the flames. Indsicrimminantely, the fire had burnt one proud villager after another.
Including Shun's parents.
One after another, the proud villagers in Coldera were killed through burning. He wanted to voice his anger but couldn't, losing his voice permanently.
At the age of eight, Shun's eyes had turned from yellow to red as he stood on top of a pile of burned corpses. He had felt no regret. No remorse. Only warmth for the first time in his life.