Chapter 144: The Mind Of The Weak
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Yes…...
Yes…...
Yeah, he could remember it now. He hid under his bed under his father's instruction and waited for minutes. Minutes upon minutes.
It was only after it reached the half-hour mark did he finally hear something…..something terrifying.
It was the screams of his father and the livid sounds of flesh being ferociously torn apart. And when the screams died out, he heard the crunching of bones that lasted for a good few minutes.
Now, Silas was intelligent from birth. Understanding what had just happened was a walk in the park for him. Yet, he laid under his bed, offered no sounds, and simply whimpered in his mind as the unknown monster moved on to another room, his mother's room.
In a quick five minutes, the remains of his mother became food to the unknown monster.
In another ten minutes, the first of his siblings followed.
Then, the rest of his siblings.
When it was time for him, whose room was at the far end of his house, a brilliant light accompanied by a true battle cry invaded his house…...and that was all he remembered.
That was where his memory stopped. The next thing after that was him finding himself in an orphanage... Silas, one of the few survivors of the Chalde Disaster.....Silas, the orphan.....Silas, the unfortunate!
A few years passed after what occurred on his tenth birthday, Silas was now a grown lad, heading towards adulthood. According to Narva customs, it was now time for him to make a decision that would change his life. He had to choose between becoming an elementalist or not becoming one.
Yet, this choice was an easy one for young aspiring Silas. He was motivated by the tales of ancient arcanists and had decided years ago to also walk that path. Despite the warnings of his elders, Silas chose the second choice proudly.
He failed to take part in the Festival of the Endless Moon, an event that only occurs on a solar eclipse. This event was what was responsible for birthing elementalists.
Silas enlisted in a local magic school that had glimpses of arcanism.
Oh, how delighted he was when he realized he was finally taking the first step. How delirious his mind became. He could already see himself as being the topics of future generations.
His achievements, written down in the legendary Magic Tower.
His descendants, basking in the glory of his name.
Oh, how vibrant his dreams were.
Yet, he never factored the true face of reality in his dreams!
Silas could remember the look of one of his teachers as they told him his mana affinity was low...as they told him he was only attuned to one elemental force…..as they told him the only good magical quality he had was his mana control.
Perhaps it was at that moment did he realize how helpless he truly was. It was at that moment he broke fully, knowing his struggles would be meaningless in the grand scheme of things.
...…
Reve's eyes were calm as he listened to Silas' out-pour. He had not a single idea of what to say after Silas was done.
"You were a child during the Chalde disaster," comforted Reve.
"But that does not mean anything–" argued Silas.
Reve sighed, "A child can only do so much!"
"That's a lie. The Hero Artor killed an ogre when he was barely five. Young elves could best treants without any training. Giants were battling dragons from a young age. Now, you look at me and tell me you couldn't defeat a Lv.20 troll at your young age," challenged Silas.
Reve was astonished, his mouth wide apart.
He couldn't deny the facts dropped on him. Even in his younger age, which he considered being the time when he just arrived in Arcadia, Reve might have not been able to defeat a Lv.20 troll, but he would still be able to stand his ground.
Not hearing any reply from Reve, Silas scoffed heavily, "I'm right, aren't I?"
A teardrop dripped down his face as he received no reply.
Reve intervened, "Look, all the examples you mentioned aren't exactly humans."
"The Hero Artor was human!"
"He was a hero. Entities like that have long surpassed the specs of humanity. Do you not understand? There was nothing you could do back then. There is no reason to keep tormenting yourself," sighed Reve.
He was getting a bit annoyed as he didn't know how to go about this. Reve was free-minded. His mind was like the clouds. No matter how dark things get, he wouldn't accumulate any form of trauma.
"No. Despite how you coat your words, there is one truth. My weakness, then and now. I was weak as a human child. Yet, i remain the same as a human adult," confided Silas.
He went on, "I was so absorbed in becoming an arcanist that I didn't think for once that I could never be a good one. I got ahead of myself, thinking of myself as one of the brilliant stars in the sky."
"What is this? Self-pity? I don't understand," Reve shouted.
"You can't understand. You have never been weak before. Never understood the mentality of the weak, of the forever weak!"
Facing this response, Reve fumed, "How dare you say that? There is a limit to what you say! I save you at the moment's spur and this is what I get!"
At this very moment, he was ticked off. Part of it was because Silas looked down on his life's journey. Reve Amethyst wasn't born Reve Amethyst. The amount of time he faced the truth of his weakness was off the roof!
The number of times he struggled to get up was almost uncountable. Nothing was ever easy for him.
No. No. No!
At this moment, Reve felt offended.
However, it all died down in the next second. He realized it would be petty to keep a grudge.
Getting a strange thought, Reve smiled, "You see…. that's your problem. Your mind is locked.. You only see one possibility and do not struggle to change it. You only see one reality and forget that reality is shaped by mortal hands"
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Yes…...
Yes…...
Yeah, he could remember it now. He hid under his bed under his father's instruction and waited for minutes. Minutes upon minutes.
It was only after it reached the half-hour mark did he finally hear something…..something terrifying.
It was the screams of his father and the livid sounds of flesh being ferociously torn apart. And when the screams died out, he heard the crunching of bones that lasted for a good few minutes.
Now, Silas was intelligent from birth. Understanding what had just happened was a walk in the park for him. Yet, he laid under his bed, offered no sounds, and simply whimpered in his mind as the unknown monster moved on to another room, his mother's room.
In a quick five minutes, the remains of his mother became food to the unknown monster.
In another ten minutes, the first of his siblings followed.
Then, the rest of his siblings.
When it was time for him, whose room was at the far end of his house, a brilliant light accompanied by a true battle cry invaded his house…...and that was all he remembered.
That was where his memory stopped. The next thing after that was him finding himself in an orphanage... Silas, one of the few survivors of the Chalde Disaster.....Silas, the orphan.....Silas, the unfortunate!
A few years passed after what occurred on his tenth birthday, Silas was now a grown lad, heading towards adulthood. According to Narva customs, it was now time for him to make a decision that would change his life. He had to choose between becoming an elementalist or not becoming one.
Yet, this choice was an easy one for young aspiring Silas. He was motivated by the tales of ancient arcanists and had decided years ago to also walk that path. Despite the warnings of his elders, Silas chose the second choice proudly.
He failed to take part in the Festival of the Endless Moon, an event that only occurs on a solar eclipse. This event was what was responsible for birthing elementalists.
Silas enlisted in a local magic school that had glimpses of arcanism.
Oh, how delighted he was when he realized he was finally taking the first step. How delirious his mind became. He could already see himself as being the topics of future generations.
His achievements, written down in the legendary Magic Tower.
His descendants, basking in the glory of his name.
Oh, how vibrant his dreams were.
Yet, he never factored the true face of reality in his dreams!
Silas could remember the look of one of his teachers as they told him his mana affinity was low...as they told him he was only attuned to one elemental force…..as they told him the only good magical quality he had was his mana control.
Perhaps it was at that moment did he realize how helpless he truly was. It was at that moment he broke fully, knowing his struggles would be meaningless in the grand scheme of things.
...…
Reve's eyes were calm as he listened to Silas' out-pour. He had not a single idea of what to say after Silas was done.
"You were a child during the Chalde disaster," comforted Reve.
"But that does not mean anything–" argued Silas.
Reve sighed, "A child can only do so much!"
"That's a lie. The Hero Artor killed an ogre when he was barely five. Young elves could best treants without any training. Giants were battling dragons from a young age. Now, you look at me and tell me you couldn't defeat a Lv.20 troll at your young age," challenged Silas.
Reve was astonished, his mouth wide apart.
He couldn't deny the facts dropped on him. Even in his younger age, which he considered being the time when he just arrived in Arcadia, Reve might have not been able to defeat a Lv.20 troll, but he would still be able to stand his ground.
Not hearing any reply from Reve, Silas scoffed heavily, "I'm right, aren't I?"
A teardrop dripped down his face as he received no reply.
Reve intervened, "Look, all the examples you mentioned aren't exactly humans."
"The Hero Artor was human!"
"He was a hero. Entities like that have long surpassed the specs of humanity. Do you not understand? There was nothing you could do back then. There is no reason to keep tormenting yourself," sighed Reve.
He was getting a bit annoyed as he didn't know how to go about this. Reve was free-minded. His mind was like the clouds. No matter how dark things get, he wouldn't accumulate any form of trauma.
"No. Despite how you coat your words, there is one truth. My weakness, then and now. I was weak as a human child. Yet, i remain the same as a human adult," confided Silas.
He went on, "I was so absorbed in becoming an arcanist that I didn't think for once that I could never be a good one. I got ahead of myself, thinking of myself as one of the brilliant stars in the sky."
"What is this? Self-pity? I don't understand," Reve shouted.
"You can't understand. You have never been weak before. Never understood the mentality of the weak, of the forever weak!"
Facing this response, Reve fumed, "How dare you say that? There is a limit to what you say! I save you at the moment's spur and this is what I get!"
At this very moment, he was ticked off. Part of it was because Silas looked down on his life's journey. Reve Amethyst wasn't born Reve Amethyst. The amount of time he faced the truth of his weakness was off the roof!
The number of times he struggled to get up was almost uncountable. Nothing was ever easy for him.
No. No. No!
At this moment, Reve felt offended.
However, it all died down in the next second. He realized it would be petty to keep a grudge.
Getting a strange thought, Reve smiled, "You see…. that's your problem. Your mind is locked.. You only see one possibility and do not struggle to change it. You only see one reality and forget that reality is shaped by mortal hands"
Yes...Yes...Yeah, he could remember it now. He hid under his bed under his father's instruction and waited for minutes. Minutes upon minutes.It was only after it reached the half-hour mark did he finally hear something..something terrifying. It was the screams of his father and the livid sounds of flesh being ferociously torn apart. And when the screams died out, he heard the crunching of bones that lasted for a good few minutes.Now, Silas was intelligent from birth. Understanding what had just happened was a walk in the park for him. Yet, he laid under his bed, offered no sounds, and simply whimpered in his mind as the unknown monster moved on to another room, his mother's room.In a quick five minutes, the remains of his mother became food to the unknown monster.In another ten minutes, the first of his siblings followed.Then, the rest of his siblings.When it was time for him, whose room was at the far end of his house, a brilliant light accompanied by a true battle cry invaded his house...and that was all he remembered.That was where his memory stopped. The next thing after that was him finding himself in an orphanage... Silas, one of the few survivors of the Chalde Disaster.....Silas, the orphan.....Silas, the unfortunate!A few years passed after what occurred on his tenth birthday, Silas was now a grown lad, heading towards adulthood. According to Narva customs, it was now time for him to make a decision that would change his life. He had to choose between becoming an elementalist or not becoming one. Yet, this choice was an easy one for young aspiring Silas. He was motivated by the tales of ancient arcanists and had decided years ago to also walk that path. Despite the warnings of his elders, Silas chose the second choice proudly.He failed to take part in the Festival of the Endless Moon, an event that only occurs on a solar eclipse. This event was what was responsible for birthing elementalists.Silas enlisted in a local magic school that had glimpses of arcanism. Oh, how delighted he was when he realized he was finally taking the first step. How delirious his mind became. He could already see himself as being the topics of future generations.His achievements, written down in the legendary Magic Tower. His descendants, basking in the glory of his name. Oh, how vibrant his dreams were. Yet, he never factored the true face of reality in his dreams!Silas could remember the look of one of his teachers as they told him his mana affinity was low...as they told him he was only attuned to one elemental force..as they told him the only good magical quality he had was his mana control.Perhaps it was at that moment did he realize how helpless he truly was. It was at that moment he broke fully, knowing his struggles would be meaningless in the grand scheme of things. ...Reve's eyes were calm as he listened to Silas' out-pour. He had not a single idea of what to say after Silas was done."You were a child during the Chalde disaster," comforted Reve."But that does not mean anything" argued Silas.Reve sighed, "A child can only do so much!""That's a lie. The Hero Artor killed an ogre when he was barely five. Young elves could best treants without any training. Giants were battling dragons from a young age. Now, you look at me and tell me you couldn't defeat a Lv.20 troll at your young age," challenged Silas. Reve was astonished, his mouth wide apart. He couldn't deny the facts dropped on him. Even in his younger age, which he considered being the time when he just arrived in Arcadia, Reve might have not been able to defeat a Lv.20 troll, but he would still be able to stand his ground. Not hearing any reply from Reve, Silas scoffed heavily, "I'm right, aren't I?"A teardrop dripped down his face as he received no reply. Reve intervened, "Look, all the examples you mentioned aren't exactly humans.""The Hero Artor was human!""He was a hero. Entities like that have long surpassed the specs of humanity. Do you not understand? There was nothing you could do back then. There is no reason to keep tormenting yourself," sighed Reve.He was getting a bit annoyed as he didn't know how to go about this. Reve was free-minded. His mind was like the clouds. No matter how dark things get, he wouldn't accumulate any form of trauma."No. Despite how you coat your words, there is one truth. My weakness, then and now. I was weak as a human child. Yet, i remain the same as a human adult," confided Silas.He went on, "I was so absorbed in becoming an arcanist that I didn't think for once that I could never be a good one. I got ahead of myself, thinking of myself as one of the brilliant stars in the sky.""What is this? Self-pity? I don't understand," Reve shouted. "You can't understand. You have never been weak before. Never understood the mentality of the weak, of the forever weak!"Facing this response, Reve fumed, "How dare you say that? There is a limit to what you say! I save you at the moment's spur and this is what I get!"At this very moment, he was ticked off. Part of it was because Silas looked down on his life's journey. Reve Amethyst wasn't born Reve Amethyst. The amount of time he faced the truth of his weakness was off the roof!The number of times he struggled to get up was almost uncountable. Nothing was ever easy for him.No. No. No!At this moment, Reve felt offended.However, it all died down in the next second. He realized it would be petty to keep a grudge.Getting a strange thought, Reve smiled, "You see. that's your problem. Your mind is locked.. You only see one possibility and do not struggle to change it. You only see one reality and forget that reality is shaped by mortal hands"
