Background History Born around the year 1670, a green haired child that none have seen the likes of within his country had been now known to his small town. The locks of green hair he had astonished most of the inhabitants, confusing and angering them towards the unknown. His parents sworn to protect their child, for no kid is born with sin. They decided to leave their small town and run off into the busier parts of the country, hoping to find a place to fit in. They had left most of their belongings behind, unable to travel the treacherous mountain terrain that stood between their home and the denser populated areas. Rek's only childhood memory was the overhead sky as they rode off on a horse pulled wagon. .:. Storm filled voyage .:. A wagon crossing a rocky region, mountain ranges could be seen on the horizon as they blocked the view of the area around them. Rek's family, the Takai's, were worried that the trip would be far to dangerous. They knew that their kid was an outcast and viewed as a bad omen from the village he was born in, however they began to have second thoughts as the sky filled with dark ominous clouds, thick with cold rain for the temperature also began to fall. Upon their first night outdoors, Rek's first raindrop would land on his soft forehead, giggling at the sensation. The new coming joyous feeling quickly left as the first drop of rain is followed by light filling the sky, blinding his eyes and uttering an immense sound, sending vibrations through his chest with such intensity he began to cry. At the sound of his crying the mother held him closely, wrapped in quilts she had knitted for the voyage, figuring her son would grow cold. Nonetheless Rek did not cease his crying, alerting a nearby mountain lion who's eyes were set on hunting food for her offspring. Rek's father would quickly grab a hold of a hatchet, wielding it fearlessly whilst the mother wept quietly out of fear. "Let us leave! Don't fight it!" She cried out, unable to finish her protest from the thunder roaring across the land once more. The child now terrified by the weeping of his mother clenched his fists and eyelids, opening his eyes before then letting out another loud cry. Emotions stirred within the child, awakening a trait known only to his parents after that day. A swirling haze of green and black particles would envelope around the mother holding her son. A terrified look on her face as she turned to the father from within the mist. "Hun!" She would cry out to him, drawing his eyes away from the beast he readied to attack, leaving him open to a quick scratch towards his chest. A sickening feeling filled the infants body now, expressed to a new emotion, hatred. Quickly the haze now solidified in the air, forming liquid tendrils of black and green ooze, fixating the tip of the tendrils aimed towards the mountain lion as they quickly darted off without a second to lose after his father collapsed from the claw marks to his chest. Rek's tendrils pierced the cat in 3 locations; through the side of it's head, the side of it's shoulder closest to him, and lastly the chest, puncturing through completely as the tip held a blood soaked organ on the end. A lifeless corpse now laid before his father, a dead mountain lion that had been killed by the infant son. His mother witnessed the transformation of her son's eyes, now a bright lime colour that filled with the same particles of the haze, slowly dimming down to a duller variation of the same colour. She looked at the father only for them both to be speechless, looking at their son with a new perspective. They safely made it, entering the boundaries of the multitude of towns within the country's central villages. Here he was seen as an odd one yet not as a bad omen, the main reason they had left their previous home. Rek would remain within the higher populated area as he grew into a teenager, his parents struggling to make a new start but slowly they started to acquire a bit of land wealth. Day after day his father and mother spoke to him before he ran out to play and learn with the other children. They spoke to him about the importance of maintaining control over one's emotions. "A gentlemen must not lose his temper not his train of thought." His mother repeated. With a nod and smile Rek acknowledged his parents warnings, focusing and trying his best to abide by the wishes of his mother and father. He grew up well mannered, kept within the lines established by the set of rules in his household. Scolded briefly if beginning to show signs of sadness or anger. Rek over time would begin to feel burdened, a heavy sensation within his chest that he feared of telling his parents. Slowly he started to doubt if he was a good child as they had wished, wondering what he had done wrong to feel this way for his parents promised that by obeying everything would be happy and merry at their new home. This began to manifest and linger within his subconscious as he aged into his later teen years. Around the year 1685 a new threat was introduced to the country Rek had been born into, War. The local militia began hiring and drafting the first born son of each family within a certain radius of the country's capital, unfortunately the Takai family fell under these conditions. His mother begged and cried, father offered to pay currency, even offering to take Rek's place. ultimately the decision was clear, Rek would have to be taken and trained as a soldier for the country, taught to fight and to kill or be killed against the enemy. His parents devastated, refused to sleep for 3 days prior to his day of departure, spending their last moments with him, offering a few words of advice along with retelling the story of their voyage with him as an infant. Five hours passed and Rek's eyes were horrified, shortness in breath as he cried out to his parents why they had lied, why they had refused to speak of this until now. He felt his emotions swell but remembered that the trigger to the unexplainable events seemed to be his emotions. That night was the quietest night Rek could remember, unable to sleep and it seemed as if time had stopped until his eyes could no longer withstand the exhaustion. Upon sunrise the sounds of the militia recruits awakened the townsfolk, going from door to door as they ensured the departure of the new recruits. Rek would leave, wearing his father's formal attire, lining up with the other males of his town as they bickered and laughed at his formal appearance. "What do you think you are better than us?" A few mocked him, stating how they couldn't wait to teach him a lesson now that they would be away from home and training. He appeared unfazed, ignoring the other males yet deep inside he felt fear for the first time in a long while. Two days of traveling quickly passed, reaching the main town that was the capital of his country. Within the capital they are notified that within a year's time they will train each and every day to uphold the culture and traditional values of their people. Rek amongst the other males of his town faced easy training at first, meditation along with focusing their mental and physical bodies. Throughout the mental portion Rek excelled amongst the rest, showing control over his temper and maintaining his thoughts well in line. This led the rest of the group to despise him, dwelling on the thoughts that Rek believed to be better than the rest, leading them to plot out revenge as the next course of training underwent, the physical part. One by one each trainee had to fight another, being placed in separate groups that ranked based off experience, skill, and physical strength. Rek would watch as the males threw punches and kicks at one another, viewing blood for the first time since he was a well sheltered child. He watched the red fluid trickle down one of the men's lips, observing the scarlet colour that slowly began to grow darker as the cells died from being outside of the body. He snaps out of being deep in thought, hearing his name along with another name he did not know. He was tankful he had to fight someone he didn't know rather than someone he did, standing on the terrain that was covered in grass. The fighting exams held outdoors with the rest surrounding them, an instructor being amongst them for evaluation. Rek's opponent would not wait another moment, as soon as the instructor yelled "Begin!" He lunged at Rek with a quick punch towards his chest, making contact and causing Rek to stumble backwards to maintain his footing. Laughter is heard around the group. "He won't last a minute." "You mean a few seconds, he's a sheltered child, his parents wouldn't even let him get angry." Rek's cheeks would fill with a red hue as he felt anger and embarrassment, watching as another fist came towards his face this time. His lime green eyes watching as they fixated on the hand's movement, turning his head and shoulders slightly to avoid the punch, having the knuckles of the punch graze along the fabric of his clothing's shoulder. The group watched as Rek's movements changed, eyes watching carefully as he avoided punch after punch. He would be taking steps back, turning left and right while stepping back and walking backwards around the circle that gathered. "Holst still and fight me!" His opponent would demand in a frustrated tone, throwing another punch only to then follow it up after a kick towards his lower half. Rek's eyes now adjusted to the new movement of the male's legs, watching him kick before then unable to process a method to avoid it. He is kicked onto the floor, landing on his back whilst the group cheered. Rek's eyes closed as he hit the ground, wincing in pain only to cough as his opponent's foot steps on his chest, twisting his heel against his ribcage which caused even more pain to be felt. Anger quickly swelled inside of Rek as the instructor commands the soldier to cease with the fight, stating that Rek had already lost. A foot on his chest which prevented him to breathe normally now aided in clouding his judgement, hostile emotions stirring within him as his eyes once again, transitioned from a dull lime color into that of a fluorescent color, a hazy mist seen within them as then as fast as it came and went, black and green tendrils fired upwards from Rek's clothing, acting as a shroud around his body, impaling the male on top of him through both shoulders, disabling his arms while lifting the male off the ground and into the air. One tendril removes itself from within the shoulder of the other male, using the one still stabbed within him to twirl the lifeless corpse 360 degrees before then tossing it off down the field a few meters, a loud crack able to be heard as the body's leg is bent outwards from landing feet first, snapping a few of his opponents ligaments. The crowd would watch with terrified expressions as Rek slowly stood up off the ground, clutching his chest as haze further surrounds his torso and head. Rek coming into realization once regaining his breath, tears filling the lower eyelids as he witnessed the other boy and the position he laid on the floor. "No.. I didn't mean to." He turned around to face the instructor, who now stood up and began running towards the building filled with the rest of the trainers. Rek would begin to panic, turning and beginning to run off further into the fields, stepping over the body he had ragdolled. The rest watched as he ran, viewing as the air behind Rek would leave small traces of the black and green haze, slowly becoming diluted in the air and vanishing from sight. He'd pant heavily as he continued to run for what seemed hours, night falling as he now found himself in the wilderness, scared and cold he made his way through the thick foliage. His mind pacing with several outcomes if he were found, not wanting to dwell on the thoughts for too long for they scared him even more still. The boy finally grew tired, unable to stand upright as he walked slower and slower. Eventually Rek now falls forward, falling onto the grassy floor of a large field in the dark, face down in the dirt as he slept, a shadow casting over his head that outlined the figure of a human being, dragging Rek out of the field as he remained in his deep sleep from exhaustion.
.:. The green haired kid .:.
.:. A new start .:.
.:. The incident .:.
.:. More to come .:.