The holy pyre's fog filled with the embers of black ash continued to ascend towards the bright heavens above, like a serpent coiling around a tree, to curl around and grab something oh so precious to it. The impure blood of an experienced guru(or master), descends upon the sacred ritualistic fire lit by the soft smooth hands of his shishya(or student) who had the audacity to commit such an unholy sin which was considered far more derogatory than any other sins mankind could ever think of committing in their limited lifespan.
This deed of the worst magnitude, was of course done under the veil of darkness that only the accursed forest of Bhavana could provide to a man, who was not even a man but a demon in disguise.
Yet on the contrary, he wasn't truly a demon no matter what anybody claims.....Just a man trying to survive in a cruel world he couldn't give up on ... no matter how much he tried, the gods above didn't want him to lose so easily it seems, as mother fate had plans which required a man just like him who didn't squint at doing dirty deeds for the goodness of nature or his loved ones.
The man in question stood still in front of the burning pyre with an impassive look almost as if the years spent under the tutelage of his master amounted to nothing, the orange ashen flames illuminated the face of the sinner who certainly didn't look the part. A devil hiding behind the face of an angel.
The man seemed to be in his twenties, with dull emerald eyes that seemed to twinkle under amusement by seeing the burning corpse of his master whom he had ended with his very own hands that were not calloused like a warrior, instead they were soft and slender almost like an artist hiding the strength beneath.
He possessed a heart-shaped face with a delicate touch to it quite different from the usual rugged nature many people prefer men to possess instead of a slightly feminine cream complexion. The white locks of his cascaded down till his shoulders and his tall body was the only thing that showed his warrior strength.
The white tunic couldn't hide the tight muscles underneath and his grey loose pants hid behind a beast under them, on the right side of his belt he had a silver sheathed long sword with a black handle that had a ruby stone on the centre. This sword he received from his now dead master when he had successfully completed one year under his cruelty, only after that the real training had started.
But this man no matter how, sinful his heart may be, was certainly not a nomad for the way he carried himself was akin to true royalty whose presence could never be replicated for it was the only single talent in this universe that came from blood not from hardwork, no matter how hard one tries.
Yes, this man who was currently twenty two in age and stood upright at a towering height of 208 cm was the exiled son of King Matthews.
Shankara Rothvein
"May you find a decent home master, in your next life....For you issued suffering to not only others but yourself too former priest of the royal court" Shankara spoke to himself in a low tone which carried the coldness one expected from a ruthless commander and an unparalleled power was hidden deep in the pitch.
Then he bowed his head slightly in reverence touching the ground which had became muddy after the downpour that had fell, just days prior before he settled his turbulent mind to his goal, for before a battle is won physically it needed to be won in the war ground of the holy consciousness for only it could decide the outcome...Luck and Blessings were all secondary extensions.
The years that I spent here..... Shankara took a look around him, his right hand resting safely on the black hilt of the sword. His squinted eyes could catch the glimpses of the spiritual energies of malevolent entities that he had been calling his friends for so long all high up in trees never coming out almost as if they were cowering, this scenario made him erupt a small smile that was filled with the essence of pride.
They haven't been the most kind, I suffered greatly in the midst of all yet now that I'm leaving, I feel a gap too harsh to be filled by ordinary means.....I will miss this place no matter how much painful the memories may be.
Shankara took a deep breath and sighed as his dull eyes briefly flashed with warmth, once he went through the unpredictable memory lane. Oh well no matter, it was time to move on... For humans are made to adapt, for example children leave their parents once they enter a ripe age, the dead loved ones memories are soon forgotten gradually as the responsibilities consume a man alive.
This was why Shankara's master had always taught him the art of detachment yet in the end, he proved to be a hypocrite, because the one who begs for his very own life at the end can never be truly detached from this illusion of life.
Shankara never believed in this concept of detachment, he had learnt what was necessary but never for further advancements in power he could consider this plane of existence to be null and void.
[Gana System]
[The Night Under The Glaring Sun Mission Completed]
[Rewards:
Level Up x 2
The Hood Of Bhavana (Equipment)
Authority Of Ash (LvL 1, Unlocked)]
There it was! Finally the mission rewards came otherwise Shankara would have thought there was still something hidden to be achieved or that his trickster master hadn't died.
He clicked on the equipment section and powers section at once, causing two holographic purple boxes to open in front of him with white letters imprinted upon it in a font that was easy to understand.
[Equipment Holster]
[Hood of Bhavana:
A coat with a hoodie, completely black in colour and has imprint of twinkling stars.
Increases stealth success by 6%
Increases agility by 2%
Special Property-
Resistance Against Mental Attacks
Shadow Transportation (Only during night)]
[Power Holster (New)]
[Authority Of Ash:
Control over embers, ash and slight control over sacred cremation spot.
Unique Skill:
Ash Transformation]
Shankara who saw both of their description chuckled thanking Lord Shiva the god who had reincarnated him into this new plane of existence, for granting him such a strong weapon.
"Equip both" He spoke as the dark coat materialised over his tunic and he could feel the authority of ashes allowing him to feel the ash being created in a 20 mile radius.
It was a great range for now, though he wondered how would he use this power in battles well he will think about that later for he needed to travel outside of the wide forest.
With the thought he activated the unique skill, and then his entire being turned into ashes, as just like the wind, he went through the forest with a smile inwards.
In this world he may be known as the exiled son, but in his old world he was the supreme prodigy and he will always win even now!