Soul Of The Primordial Remanent 2 Taking The First Steps

Although the rain has pa.s.sed, the clouds lingered. The bold mark it left still present, on the cooling air, on the damp soil, and on the lush greenery. The droplet on dancing leaves, fell, rejected by the blowing wind and drained by the ever-present sun. While the wild birds chirped away, unbothered, once again, to endeavor for feeds.

"c.o.c.k-doodle-do"

"c.o.c.k-doodle-do"

"c.o.c.k-doodle-do"

Standing at the peak of the roof, where the baby and his mother rested, a meaty rooster repeatedly crowed. Somewhat annoyed the mother released her aura, breaking away from her sleep. The pain clutched her down to the bed; thus, with a shaky hand, she pushed against the bed. The heavy armor she wore for protection fought against her.

With difficulty, she balanced herself to take off her armor. While she took them off part by part, somehow, they disappeared from her palm. Lifting her hands, slightly arching her back, she yawned. Then she slowly turned around to glance at her son, who was already awake.

The innocent eyes brightened, while his delicate hands danced. He leaned forward towards her, while a young girl of age six clutched on to him. The young girl darted her eyes; thus, their eyes meet, stunned by the woman, her iris narrowed.

The baby munched on to a piece of papaya, getting it all over his face. When his mother closed their distance, he lifted his tiny arms, lovingly offering it to her.

"Ehu"

In return, his mom played with his raven black hair, while staring at the girl, with a slightly questioning gaze.

She explained, early in the morning, the baby had refused to go to her grandmother, the middle-aged woman. Thus, she called her, to try her luck; thereupon, she kept holding him. Sitting on the corner of the bed, she prevented him from leaping down on the ground.

Holding the baby on the left side of her abdomen, the little girl struggled up while the blue, white floral dress reached to her knees. Her black hair fell against her shoulder while curving away from it. Though few unruly strands drifted over her light brown complexion to reach her large beautiful dusky eyes.

To let the light in, the little boy's mother, opened the two cas.e.m.e.nts of the wooden window. After crossing the obstruction, the morning rays kissed her creamy complexion.

Raven feather eyebrows, perfectly arched over her haunting eyes, while they darted back inside. With difficulty, she stretched her reddish lips, just below her refined nose. The bright rays, reaching through the window, touched her dark hair turning it slightly brown, especially the loose strands.

With her figure, she resembled a fallen queen inside the rundown place while dust particles surrounded her. Although she lacked the denominator from before, she still looked stunning.

"Aunt, you look like a fairy queen, how did you become so beautiful?" Asked the little girl intently staring at her.

Looking towards her, she playfully answered, "It's because I eat a lot of vegetables."

"Eh?"

"Little cutie, the gracious woman that rests across the yard, by my careless a.s.sumption, appears to be your grandmother?" The little girl nodded her head. "Yes, I live with my grandparents while my mother and father dose important work in Storms Eye."

She nodded while keeping what she said in her mind. "How may this aunt address you, cutie?"

"Dinna"

"Dinna cutie, you call me aunt Anila."

At that time, the little baby tried to make a conversation, but after being ignored, he messed up Dinna's cloths with hot water.

"Uue uue, oppose." He smiled proudly without slight guilt.

Anile playfully held his ear, "you made the already smelly room more smelly."

"It alright, my grandma said that babies are like spirits if they pee there would be no smell."

With her stern eyes, she looked at the baby, "you messed up you sisters cloth are you gonna buy her a new one."

"Yu Yu"

"Alright, little Rais." She took Rais from Dinna. "Is this your parents' house?"

"Hmm, but the last time they came was three years ago, so I barely remember them."

She kept what she said in her mind, and took out a coin purse and gave it to Dinna."Give this to your grandmother, and tell her this is for her."

The girl ran across the slippery yard to fall down and to get up and run again. She gave her grandma a small leather bag.

"Grandma, Grandma, aunt Anila gave you this bag," Grandma opened the coin purse, and her jaw dropped from seeing the number of gold coins. This was a few times more than she saved up her whole life.

To get a bird's eye view of the town, Anila went above the puffy clouds and saw nothing but endless forest to her south. In the north, around the narrow coast, were few towns, and a few miles to the north is a large port city by the mouth of a lifeless black river. Thousands of merchants and commercial vessels docked at the port. They wear traveling in between The Storm's Eye archipelago to the west and the Moon Island to slightly northeast.

She released her strong aura and saw the towns nearby were mostly filled with small tribes and escaped slaves from the two island groups. This was the nearest sh.o.r.e they probably found.

She got the general sense of where she was. "So I am at the very north of Continent Ranatelia. This is an ideal place for me to heal my injury. The qi and mana around here are very thin so no powerful forces will stay here. Behind me lies the Wooden s.h.i.+eld of Ranatelia and in front of me is the Great Central Ocean. It's an isolated place with lots of water around me, it's a very ideal place for me to heal here."

She realized she wasn't randomly teleported here, but her husband must have thought it through before teleporting her here. He teleported her within the forest where no divine sense could penetrate through to keep her location hidden. "My injuries are worse than I imagined so this place will do for now."

She looked towards the sky and let herself fall down in the ocean. The water started funneling upward and consumed her within the vast ocean. Against the sunrays, her eyes blended into the blues. Within a heartbeat, she was back inside the small house once again without a drop of water on her.

"Alright sit there mom will be back right away."

Rais unsurprised by his mom disappearing and appearing again and again and crawled around the empty room looking for other faces he is used to seeing but to no avail. He did not know he would never see them again and even forget their faces very soon.

She appeared next to a clothing store and bought a bunch of local clothes and stuff and came back and grabbed Rais and teleported with him.

"This naked baby also need some clothes."

She stood in a store within an old yet l.u.s.trous plaza within the port city. The store owner looked at her but couldn't see her or the babies face. He seemed indifferent as he has seen many unusual things over the years.

Looking out, she saw two gigantic statues on both sides of a ma.s.sive gate. Written on the top was a famous line known to all who lived Ranatelia. "Everything falls, but Ranatelia." An arrogant statement, but no one questioned it, as it was written by Szronix, The most powerful ever was.

Although the gate caught her attention at first, she no longer looked at it as she stared at a spatial crack on top of it. Although versatile on spatial magic, she couldn't sense it.

"That spatial crack, since when does it persist?

"Six days since the Throne Restorers made use of one of their divine treasures from The Throne."

"Old uncle, do tell why they made use of it." Anila asked with much intrigue.

"Would you believe if I said The Throne Restorer actually used it to help out the Magic Council. What a joke they have become from their former self. The whole sect became a political ground for other power to show their might. Now I am hearing rumors that some of their strongest commanders died. Now if that old man Grandmaster Westwall dies the whole of Ranatelia is f.u.c.ked."

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Anila didn't need a political lesson on Ranatelia, so she ignored the gibberish as she only wanted to know why the council had come here. "I don't care just tell me why those nosy b.a.s.t.a.r.ds came here for."

"Little feisty their missy, but the b.a.s.t.a.r.d is the right word. You should come here often, I will pay for the tea and biscuits. There no one to talk to in this dumpster of a place. It is filled with dump merchants and rich c.u.n.ts from the Moon island going to The Storms Eye from vacation, f.u.c.k vacation."

To the surprise of the shopowner, Anila walked out without saying a word. Straightaway the shopowner started talking, moreover this time he got straight to the point.

"A chosen one, perhaps I should say a cursed one. Someone unlocked an absolute ability six days ago, and it was seized from him by the council."

Consequently, Anila halted immediately while a deep hatred flashed in her stern eyes, "the unfortunate that unlocked it, does he yet breaths?"

Nodding his head, he smiled, " A smart and a diplomatic fellow, I couldn't believe a child of ten could be so smart. He voluntarily gave his ability to them, and in return, they accepted him into the council. He convinced them to take him to their Holyland once he is twenty years old."

"Like he had a choice?"

"Does anyone? You can check out that fellow, he is monk inside the Zarieun temple."

Straightaway, Anila's aura enveloped the whole temple to discover a young monk inside, near a golden fire, as tree roots pierced out of the ground to consume the inferno, while a group of monk chanted a mantra as the battle raged on.

Within the exalted temple, the young monk opened his eyes, "impressive, it hard to believe, this primitive land has someone so powerful. I couldn't trace her power at all." Once again, he closed his eyes as if nothing happened.

Right after probing the temple Anila vanished from the port city. Inside the store, an employee walked to the old shop owner. "Grandfather, who is this lady, you were being so respectful to." "I don't know, but she was probably the most powerful person you will ever see."

Two weeks later, in front of the rundown house, the greenish yard turned into a meadow of colorful flowers. Inside the house, Anila took off the pendant around Rais' neck because he kept dropping it. She shortened the length to the black string.

Then she took out two tiny bags of tiny colorful stones. She gazed at them for a while. Their texture was like salt but magenta in color. She took one bag and poured it on her palm and fire started burning on her hand and on her other hand contained l.u.s.trous ice crystals as she carefully crafted a bracelet to put in on the Rais' right hand.

She took the other stone bag, to pour the stone into a hollow metal ball, and close its opening and tied it around the Rais abdomen. All three of the accessory were carefully carved with powerful runes. Rais liked the rhythmic sound created by the metallic ball very much so to make the noise again as he tried to walk and walk.

A few days later, Dinna came back and held baby Rais, and then to see his progress, she let him go on his own. He walked across the yard to his mom. He started looking very proud of his achievement as he stomped his feet. He was a few days away from turning one year old.

Days came and went, and six years had pa.s.sed, very quickly. Rais had turned seven, and he was running around with other kids from the town. He came back home, and his mom made him do a few exercises and trained him in ranged weapons.