Post by wolfwarmage on Jul 2, 2015 15:11:35 GMT -8
Inspired by my old character from Mari, Roxas. Back then, I sucked at the game and would constantly kept dying. Hope you enjoy! The idea of the stories is based on the ideas on the Milletian, I think of Milletian as reincarnation of their mortal selves that show heavy regret and are desperate to live again that they are willing to do anything, even become the Gods' slaves and pawns or are either fated to be cursed and hated. To themselves, most Milletian believe that they shouldn't even exist and wish that they could die again; but cannot due to the curse of immortality that they have.
P.S. The name of my character from mabinogi will be Welf 'war' Mage(Wolfwarmage)
P.S. The name of my character from mabinogi will be Welf 'war' Mage(Wolfwarmage)
Reincarnation
I remember that I was once a different person.....with a different name, a different personality, and a different life.
It was back before I became a demi-god.....before I acquire a weapon capable of a god's power.....before I joined the guild....before I became a Milletian.
I was once a human, a mortal being, a child of two farmers that lived in Dugald. A boy with auburn hair and deep-blue eyes that lived and had died, his name was Roxas, and I was him. Naive I once was, as a child I would sneak away from my parent's farm and to Tir Chonail where I would played with children my age; games like tag and catch were some of the more common ones we played, sometimes we would even play pranks on the town locals. I remember switching a different substance with a odd-color potion on the shelves; I still chuckled and snark when I remembered what happened at the end of it, the magic teachers hair was in a pink afro and she was a mess, and chased us as she knew who done it. Poor Lassar having to suffer her families terrible luck, even now I still see kid's continue to prank her. The fun I felt as a kid were endless almost like an eternity, but time eventually passed, and everyone grew up and matured, as did I. In my adult years, I would helped my father on our farm. Unfortunately, I didn't like farming and left my families farm; ignoring my parent's protest as I headed to the outside world.....I wanted to become an explorer. Taking only a few clothing, food, and a short sword that I bought from the local merchant. I left my home to satisfy my wanderlust.
My travels were quite exhilarating, I went to different town and met a lot of the locals learning different things in my travel, cultures, food, and the different locals that I met in my travel, thinking back I never regretted the choice of leaving my home despite my parent's saying, how dangerous the outside world was. Thinking that they were fools for not going out to explore the world themselves.
How I was so very wrong.......
It was when I decided to head back to Dugald to tell my parent's about my travels and how wrong they were about the world. On my way to Dugald, I was ambushed by bandits looking to rob anyone of their belongings. I retaliate as I drew my sword believing that they were weak, in only matters of seconds, they proven me wrong by parrying all the strikes from my sword, disarming me, and ganged up on me. I begged and screamed in plea, as they continue to assault me; stabbing me, punching, and gouged one of my eyes out. Being finished with me and robbing me of my belongings as they left me for dead. It was at that moment, I truly realized what my parent's meant when they didn't want me to leave home.....they didn't want me to leave because they wanted me to take over the family farm, no.......they didn't want me to leave because they were trying to protect me from having something like this happened. Oh how stupid I was......my parent's were never fool's to begin with.
The one who had been the fool was me......
I laughed and cried at the same time, it was true that I've been stupid to ignore my parent's warning but part of me didn't want to believe this would happen. Yet, I had no regret.....why didn't I? I spent an entire decade traveling the world and never did I once had a boring life. In the end, I had fun and enjoyed what I did up to this very point; I smiled sadly as I remembered all the fond memories, when I was a kid, the days I spent on the farm, traveling the world, and even the recent event of my tragic end. Closing my eyes.....I had no regret.
Yet, why did I come back......?
Years had gone by, and here I am standing in the ruins of my old home. Gone was the person Roxas and now stood someone new. Scratching my midnight-black hair, I stride over to the entrance and entered after so long. How long has it been since I last step foot in this house.....? Only old furniture and mold remained in this house, not a single signs of occupants in this house. I took a step outside and noticed a tombstone on the side of the house. Curios, I walked over to see who rest here, only did I regret it........Who lied on these grounds, were my former parent's. I kneel down next to the tombstone and saw my parent's names. I came prepared that my parent's had passed away after so long......yet.
Why did I began to regret my choice.....?
Epiphany was the only word to describe word as I began to cry.......taking a recollection of my past, I truly began to understand why I came back to this world......why I didn't move on to the afterlife....
I had began to regret leaving all those years ago......
I didn't come back because I was lucky......
Nor, was it my destiny to become the savior or hero of Erinn.....
All this time, I had regret dying and leaving my parents to make them believe their son had cut connections from them. To believe that their son might have hated them and to think to themselves that they were terrible parents at the end of their lives. And for the first time, I truly broke. I cried, slamming the ground in front of me as I beg and plea to have my old life back, but I knew it could never come true.....
Because I was no longer the same person that I once was.....
I was once Roxas, a Tuatha de Danann that lived his life as a farmer and an adventurer.
Now I was Welf 'war' Mage, a Milletian......a demi-god......and the reincarnation of the person I desire to be once more.
It was back before I became a demi-god.....before I acquire a weapon capable of a god's power.....before I joined the guild....before I became a Milletian.
I was once a human, a mortal being, a child of two farmers that lived in Dugald. A boy with auburn hair and deep-blue eyes that lived and had died, his name was Roxas, and I was him. Naive I once was, as a child I would sneak away from my parent's farm and to Tir Chonail where I would played with children my age; games like tag and catch were some of the more common ones we played, sometimes we would even play pranks on the town locals. I remember switching a different substance with a odd-color potion on the shelves; I still chuckled and snark when I remembered what happened at the end of it, the magic teachers hair was in a pink afro and she was a mess, and chased us as she knew who done it. Poor Lassar having to suffer her families terrible luck, even now I still see kid's continue to prank her. The fun I felt as a kid were endless almost like an eternity, but time eventually passed, and everyone grew up and matured, as did I. In my adult years, I would helped my father on our farm. Unfortunately, I didn't like farming and left my families farm; ignoring my parent's protest as I headed to the outside world.....I wanted to become an explorer. Taking only a few clothing, food, and a short sword that I bought from the local merchant. I left my home to satisfy my wanderlust.
My travels were quite exhilarating, I went to different town and met a lot of the locals learning different things in my travel, cultures, food, and the different locals that I met in my travel, thinking back I never regretted the choice of leaving my home despite my parent's saying, how dangerous the outside world was. Thinking that they were fools for not going out to explore the world themselves.
How I was so very wrong.......
It was when I decided to head back to Dugald to tell my parent's about my travels and how wrong they were about the world. On my way to Dugald, I was ambushed by bandits looking to rob anyone of their belongings. I retaliate as I drew my sword believing that they were weak, in only matters of seconds, they proven me wrong by parrying all the strikes from my sword, disarming me, and ganged up on me. I begged and screamed in plea, as they continue to assault me; stabbing me, punching, and gouged one of my eyes out. Being finished with me and robbing me of my belongings as they left me for dead. It was at that moment, I truly realized what my parent's meant when they didn't want me to leave home.....they didn't want me to leave because they wanted me to take over the family farm, no.......they didn't want me to leave because they were trying to protect me from having something like this happened. Oh how stupid I was......my parent's were never fool's to begin with.
The one who had been the fool was me......
I laughed and cried at the same time, it was true that I've been stupid to ignore my parent's warning but part of me didn't want to believe this would happen. Yet, I had no regret.....why didn't I? I spent an entire decade traveling the world and never did I once had a boring life. In the end, I had fun and enjoyed what I did up to this very point; I smiled sadly as I remembered all the fond memories, when I was a kid, the days I spent on the farm, traveling the world, and even the recent event of my tragic end. Closing my eyes.....I had no regret.
Yet, why did I come back......?
Years had gone by, and here I am standing in the ruins of my old home. Gone was the person Roxas and now stood someone new. Scratching my midnight-black hair, I stride over to the entrance and entered after so long. How long has it been since I last step foot in this house.....? Only old furniture and mold remained in this house, not a single signs of occupants in this house. I took a step outside and noticed a tombstone on the side of the house. Curios, I walked over to see who rest here, only did I regret it........Who lied on these grounds, were my former parent's. I kneel down next to the tombstone and saw my parent's names. I came prepared that my parent's had passed away after so long......yet.
Why did I began to regret my choice.....?
Epiphany was the only word to describe word as I began to cry.......taking a recollection of my past, I truly began to understand why I came back to this world......why I didn't move on to the afterlife....
I had began to regret leaving all those years ago......
I didn't come back because I was lucky......
Nor, was it my destiny to become the savior or hero of Erinn.....
All this time, I had regret dying and leaving my parents to make them believe their son had cut connections from them. To believe that their son might have hated them and to think to themselves that they were terrible parents at the end of their lives. And for the first time, I truly broke. I cried, slamming the ground in front of me as I beg and plea to have my old life back, but I knew it could never come true.....
Because I was no longer the same person that I once was.....
I was once Roxas, a Tuatha de Danann that lived his life as a farmer and an adventurer.
Now I was Welf 'war' Mage, a Milletian......a demi-god......and the reincarnation of the person I desire to be once more.