13. Legacy Of The Crescent Prince
Eryndor had just found out that his left eye had been possessed by the strange entity that had unfortunately become his master. Still a long way from becoming the man he hopes to become he begins to access his newfound abilities.
"Okay, here goes..." He said as he willed the screen to come back on.
[Name: Eryndor Sylvaren
Race: Elf (Holy)
Title: Fallen Prince, Degenerate
Rank: Beginner Mage
Core: Dormant
Attribute: (Divine), (Legacy Of the crescent prince), (cursed)
Magic Point: 105/1000]
After a moment he asked his left eye.
"So, um what do you think?"
The left eye grumbled words he could not make out before screaming:
["By the gods, why are you fucking trash!! I knew you were hopeless but you went beyond that? The first disciple I took was trash beyond compare. You must be the worst mage in this world, how are you even royalty. I thought elves were blessed by magic!"]
Eryndor did not take the outburst well, so he sent his own barrage of unpleasant comebacks. "What the heck man! It's not like I had a choice with the package I was born with, besides I can get better in future."
The eye paused before responding in a calmer tone:
["Listen kid, it's not that."]
Sensing the change in the atmosphere, Eryndor also calmed down and asked. "Then what is it?"
["I'm amazed you claim to be a legacy. First of all being an holy elf makes you loves by mana which could be a plus in future. But your title... Damn!"]
Eryndor looked at the screen and sighed. "Yeah I know it's bad but what about it?" He closed his eyes expecting the eye to flare up again at him but this time it was silent for a long time before speaking again.
["A title is the existence given to you by the inheritance of the crescent prince, it's like a path set for you. A fallen prince and a degenerate, this will be had to overcome but with time and determination there's still hope."]
Eryndor seemed extremely hopeful for once, it was the first time someone actually encouraged him on his pathetic situation. It was different from the ways his family encouraged him, then he was something, now he was nothing.
The eye seemed to sense this rise in spirit and called him back to reality:
["Eyes here kid, it gets worse"
"Your rank is still beginner mage because of your low mana point, you'll have to train your mana eventually and awaken your core. That way you'll reach intermediate level probably before you turn seventy.]
Eryndor bit his power lip and grumbled. "I can do it, you don't have to sound harsh."
["Now this is where things get tough. You have three attributes, these attributes will dictate your future from now on, if you have notices they compliment your title.
"Divinity is simply a sign that you have received a divine touch and hence a chance to achieve greatness. The legacy of the crescent prince is what gave you this power and the source of your divinity. But this cursed attribute is the real problem here?]
The voice paused for a bit keeping Eryndor in suspense for a long time before continuing:
["Cursed is in a way the opposite of divinity, it's basically bad luck in fate. Meaning there is a high potential for everything that happens to you will work in your favour or put your life on the line. Perhaps this is a punishment from the legacy due to your degenerate title.
"There's nothing that can be done about it thought."]
Eryndor felt a cold feeling in the pit of his stomach causing him to clutch to it. "I'm going to have bad luck for the rest of my life? That's ironic, but I won't let this stop me from reaching the top." He truly would not let his past discrete the life he had set his mind to.
The eye buzzed:
["Quit the big speeches you trash and get to the next page already?"]
Eryndor raised a questioning eye, "Next page?" As if answering his curiosity the screen popped up again only this time it had an entirely different set of information on its holographic wall.
[Magic Proficiency: Low
Mana Control: High
Mastery: Basic Mana Control
Mastery Ability: Wind magic (Basic)
Mastery Ability Description: Basic control over wind magic]
Eryndor took a while to absorb the information while his left eye simply scoffed:
["The only plus here is your high mana control. Next page!"]
It did not sound pleased in the least. Eryndor could not help but feel like trash, even his eye was unable to comprehend the uselessness of his body. To distract himself from this thought he thought on the next page causing another screen to appear where he saw another set of information.
[Items:
Relics: Golden Eye
Relic Rank: Divine
Relic Description: Eye of the dragon monarch, it perceives the movement of heat
Allies:]
Eryndor blinked his eyes in shock. "You are the dragon monarchs eye? A divine rank, thats—"
["It's being your taste that's for certain."]
"—thats complete trash!" Eryndor finished his words and burst into uncontrollable laughter. "You are a divine rank relic and all you can do is see the movement of heat, what the hell is that even?"
The eye said nothing and waited for him to calm down before speaking again:
["Say what you will but you really do have a long way to go, I am now your master and you are my disciple. With the power of the crescent prince we can both attain for greatness."]
Eryndor nodded and for the first time let himself smile. "I might not be much now but with you master I'll become the greatest mage in future."
The left eye sorted:
["The empty vessels do make the loudest noise!"]
Eryndor hissed back at the screen. "At least I'm not the eye of a loser!" It was after he had spoken that he had realised he had actually cursed himself. He truly had a long way to go before he would become a better person but now the road to greatness was much clearer. This was really a Degenerate's Second chance at greatness.