Ciclico: The point of no return ~ Past

The catastrophic second had now passed. None of the involved did truly see what happened, as it all finished before they could even process it.

With no time to get out of the way of the enormous animal, Plojem did a desperate, but terrible move. He pushed Ases down, with the hopes that in his position he would manage to pass under the boar without getting stomped by its hooves.

Urgo had tried to fight for control of the spear for too long, and by the time he tried to get out of the way, it was too late.

Ases held the spear with no concern for his own wellbeing, or maybe, he simply was too petrified to move out of the boar’s way once the animal started running towards him. When Plojem pushed him down, he scrambled, trying to keep the spear pointing forward, but failing to maintain balance. At the end, the heel of the spear lodged into the ground, the tip pointing upwards in diagonal.

The result?

The boar, running during its death throes impaled himself with the spear. The magic weapon refusing to break or bend under its weight rose it over Ases who was now thrown flat in the ground. The boar, still retaining its momentum, crashed head first with Plojem and Urgo, its tusks giving them no chance of surviving the encounter with the enormous beast.

As soon as Urgo died the spear disappeared, the caster of its magic having died, but the damage it caused still remained. The boar had died by the spear before it did by its own tusks. Three corpses were thrown in the ground, the only survivor of the encounter being Ases.

The corpse of the Boar started melting. The magic that gave it life finally broke, and the power of the blessing it contained was released. For a moment, that shining light, that otherworldly power remained in the air, just long enough for Mors to see it and feel whole again.

That feeling vanished as quickly as it came, the light shot down into Ases, who had been hit by one of the boar’s hooves and was now fighting to stay conscious. When the power entered him, it awakened him instantly, healing his injury, but then it kept going beyond that. His body was growing, his muscles expanding, every limb getting longer.

His mind felt as if it was ripped apart by dozens of ferocious beasts.

He did not know it at the time, but the power of an entire race of monsters from another world had now entered his body. He was completely unprepared to bear the brunt of such a power.

Mors was completely devastated when the power suddenly turned to the boy instead of her. She had been hunting the boar for years, incapable of killing it by old age and incapable of bearing any weapon that could pierce its hide. She finally thought she found a light at the end of the tunnel when she figured out that by making it old enough the tusks would go around and kill it, but that random boy simply had to come and ruin everything at the last possible moment.

The piece of her soul that had been stolen so long ago had been close to her, making her feel whole, just before falling in another vessel. The phantom pain returned with full strength now that she had fresh memories of how living with her entire self felt like.

“What have you done!” She lunged herself at the kid, ready to unload the decade of frustration she had endured on him, only to find him seizing on the ground.

He was grasping his head as if it wanted to explode, his body looked as if it was trying to turn itself from the inside out.

Her rage turned into horror, and unknowing of what to do, did the first thing that came to mind. That kid was not the boar, he was not the punishment of that damn Goddess, this time she could grab that piece of her soul and yank it out of the vessel that tried to steal it from her.

She closed her eyes, recognized the piece of herself that had lodged in Ases’ soul, and she pulled.

The seizing stopped.

The power did not return to her.

The kid stayed down for a moment, looking paralyzed, for a moment Mors even thought she had accidentally killed him. She was about to check him for vital signs, until he suddenly shot himself upright. His stature of a young kid that still had some growing to do for the next years had been changed for a full three meters of stature. His arms quickly widened until they were as thick as logs, his hands turning into claws harder than steel.

His face, distorting as a row of enormous and sharp teeth grew in his mouth, changing the shape of his skull.

He could not take it anymore. He had no idea what was going on with him. He looked back, hoping from the deepest parts of his heart that his father would be there, that the person he trusted most in the world would be able to tell him what to do.

But at this point, the only thing he could see was his corpse in the ground, bugs starting to climb on him.

With an enormous roar, a scream full of grief and pain, he starting running. He didn’t want to believe his father was dead. He didn’t want to believe that he was a monster. He needed someone, anyone.

He needed his brother.

Mors was running as fast as she could behind him, dodging and swerving around the trees with the precision born from her years hunting the beast, but it was naught. Ases simply had far more speed than her, and she could only see him getting farther and farther away, ever closer to the village and the chaos that his mere presence would cause.