Belittled

It is the end of the day and tint of orange has covered the sky, a strong cold wind blows and leaves rustle flowing along.

A Young boy of 17 is straying downtown as he sighs and continues never but once looking up, as he does the cold harsh unsettling wind crashes on his face.

Returning from a rough day at diner he thinks but of a waste his life has turned into. The summer vacations are closing in, as continues to work but for what.. to exist, no longer he craves for any excitement. Leaving his family of two, him and his mother who was to busy to look at his son rather spend some time. He had shifted a long, almost a year to near his school at a rundown 2 story bakery, as renting the room on the second he thinks of nothing.

The youth was bullied at a young by his father and uncle who used to nothing but drink. At nights down the alley, round the house was a place which stayed in the boys mind, continued to linger in back of his mind, sometimes visited him in form of dreams of despair. Now nothing but left of him, he continues to live as a seed. In deep within his mind he thinks, this certain seed will someday grow, will surely if he chances will aglow. 

The boy was smarter rather wise then the rest, at a young age he read the dusted encyclopedias, his father had left. 

He thought of a world, rather conspiring, more thought of it as a bio-territorial logic machine to be aspiring. He always understood the how's of the certain what he learnt, but never the why's. As his interests grew when he was a kid, rather amusing he looked up on the fantasy novels assuming he was a kind who believed in logic his inner side was still finding something bright. He always heared that knowledge is weapon but thought rather if his knowledge could really be his weapon. As amusing as it seemed it was never an option. 

As he returned home on the withering autumn evening, he was ready to fill with his favorite Grandmaxx' seafood bowl ultra specials cup noddles with a side of lemon soda on the side. As he de robbed himself, hanging the keys laying the stuff, like a bear who's ready to hibernate, tied his hair, he cozyly snuggled within the blanket Depths, he opened his phone, a key board was visible, he sat there writing for hours to come preparing his ramen, slurps were heard as his clicking was as well. After hours he was tired, threw the trash and invisibled himself in the depths of the great blanketonia.

Something trinked, it was his phone, there seemed a notification which read, "The chapter of your novel was just posted!". 

As the boy was sleeping soundly, a sweet rhythm of lute, and sharp wind water rustling sound was heard, as seconds passed away, the sounds grew large and a soft neon blue light sparked from below the blankets, the boy still sleeping, nothing anew. Soon the weather changed lightnings came down hard, with a rain they followed, the boy still a asleep in silence which was now by many factors have turned into a chaos, soon a magic incantation ring of blue was visible below the boy it slowly spinned and sparkled a little, soon it was seeming as the boy will now vanish any second, a sound of creaking and wood crumbling started with intensity increasing and nothing but with a swoosh! A refrigerator came from above as an angle with speed of light and took him below to the depths of hell. 

Apparently the refrigerator from the storage room above had fallen, all those years of rain dampened the wood which was a forecoming for the boy's demise. From the floor second to first, and from first straight inside the bakery conveyer, there was nothing but dust, wood and sweet bread smell. 

A morning in modern day Vale, Inside a manor, a hall with glowing glyphs surround,

A circle of five people with staffs and glass orbs is visible, and grand looking eldest of them all stand high behind them carefully watching, as after slowly his face turns into disappointment and distress. The orbs frizzle and glow is now gone, there is a ragged piece of cloth covered in blood is laying on the circle.

A few men have fallen, a few remain as one of them comes walking woundedly to the one who seemed like the head, and declared "O Lord the ritual has failed, the subject seemed to have been killed again my the waves".

As soon as the sentence was finished, a deep sad sigh has appeared on the lord's face, now the face slowly turning gravely serious, exclaiming " Thou shall nein suffice", "We Must not give up, Our savior will soon appear, the gods seemed to have forsaken us, but our savior will never".

With which the ritual seemed to have been competed, and people disassembling.

The same morning, the same time, the same town but Far north to the castle,

A beautiful stone, wood house platformed gently and lilies and razorvilles blossoming, a well beside covering the to suffice the small farm which seemed to be growing raspy red tomatoes and sweet vineplumps. A cry was heard inside the house, child has seemed to be born. Soon a young blond father and a brunette mother with an elderly woman seemed to appear. The little boy cried and cried the elderly gently caring and throbing his back, she slowly but gently with experienced hands handled down the child to her mother. The father seemed to be most in worry, as he he couldn't do anything but watch what unfolded. The mother held the child with her exhausted weak arms still firmly grasping and giving off a gentle glad smile.

As she looked at her child his eyes were blue as seemed to like his father's but brown hair like her mother's a glowing tint of blue was sparking down his eyes, the father soon rushed towards his wife and son. His sense of urgency had vanished, now just remained and faced of a relieved father who was glad from what everything has happened up till now.

The father said calmly "Alicia look our son he got your hair just as we wanted" and smiled looking towards her.

Soon the mother replied "Ahh well it's nice, but he still got your charming eyes dear", The elder soon got up the couple thanking her, as she imparted a few do's and don'ts about the child. After a few hours Alicia was sleeping is now sleeping and the elder and the father now having tea.

The child seemed to have stopped, acting nothing but as a mere child.

As the child looked around without moving his head, he thought " Whaaaaaaaa.......... Is happening right now, as long as I knew I had fallen asleep finishing my novel and fav ramen, but this is doesn't much feels like a dream to me, I'm a little more than conscious, and peeing on a young blond man's face from an old ladies hand wasn't a wish I wanted for the next 1000 years, sooooooo wth is going on".

His body seemed weak, and agitated but he felt something, something different, rather than blood he felt something else coursing throughout his body as he had experienced his last life this was definitely different and rather these waves were tangible and controllable to an extinct.

As the wind coursed inside from the open windows banging the shutters and glass silently, he thought to himself rather than the ongoing situation he felt

" Thi- this fells different somehow, a flow of coldness flows through me, it's communicating in a way I still can't understand", moving his hands upwards towards the roof with all his might he thinks, " what if I jus-t a let a little flo-" and suddenly!!!!!!!!!

Wind nearby gathers towards his arm coarsing and condensing slightly spining and waving as his arms stagger against each other, "wha-" within seconds his control and balance in lost, a loud blasting band short lived for a second in heard.

Alicia is awoken, the father and the elder comes rushing into the room, the father's with a sword and as they open the door, Alicia is seen with the baby in her arms surprised and puzzled. As a gentle morning ray of sun falls onto the baby and her mother,  the father gazes upwards stunned in shock to reply.

There is a mid sized hole is the roof a clear circled one to be exact as if somebody did it with a saw.

Small pieces of wood fall crumble below and the elder sits beside thinking, Alicia has seemed to understand the gist of it.