Chapter 4

"Light. Heal." Phan muttered repeatedly, as he did his body glowed faintly, and his cuts began to fade and his bruises healed slightly.

"The Hell is their problem?" Hircus asked Phan, annoyed by them damaging his new vessel.

"They don't need a reason to do this, to them I'm just an easy target." Phan replied, now able to walk around with a slight amount of pain coursing through his body.

"Why would they target you? Don't they know that you're the son of their God?" Hircus asked, now really pissed off by the younglings.

"Because, I got no parents to... Wait! What did you say?" now concerned, that he may have been lied to his whole life.

"Why would they-" Hircus responded with cluelessness.

"No, after that."

"Don't they know you're the son of their God?"

"What do you mean by 'son of their God'?"

"Did no one tell you? Cause Fenrir was bragging about having a genius two year old, after being gone for two years."

"Okay..." Phan said in clear confusion. "But how did you know I was his son? like there should be others that look like me, because of Fenrir's blessing."

"Because of your soul." Hircus replied as if it was blatant. "Wasn't your soul like a mix of, gold and blue? That's because you're half God and half mortal."

"Okay, but how come your soul was blue and not gold then? aren't you a God?" Now in even further confusion asked Phan

"That's because I'm a Fallen God, I no longer have any divinity."

"Oh, I see. That clears up almost everything." Phan said no longer confused, as he hammered his hand in to palm. "But why wasn't I told this? The people of the tribe should've noticed I was bit different from a blessed right?"

"That I wont be able to tell you, I can't read the minds for those I am not inside of." Hircus said hinting to asking the Tribe's head.

"I should probably ask the Tribe's head, later though." Phan said thinking about asking the Tribe's head.