" God, Why can't any of these lazy workers get the job done " a middle aged man said navigating through a cornfield harvesting the ripe ones as he went.
Dressed in a typical farm outfit, a straw hat and a dirty shirt which was buttoned up to his chest area and that was were it stopped revealing a full hairy chest bearing a semblance to that of a bodybuilder.
On his waist was yet another dirty pair of shorts and on his feet were a torn pair of rubber slippers, armed with a small farming scythe he savagely sliced down the matured corn stalks as if annoyed by something.
A straw basket was strapped to his back and served as a sort of temporary storage for the corn cobs, " I have a fuckin meeting to attend to " he complained as he angrily sliced another stalk.
The speed he used to clear out the farm was quite astonishing as it would require superhuman energy to accomplish, * Wa, Wa, Wa *.
The man stopped in his tracks as his former angry demeanor shifted to that of a confused one, he looked towards the sky the hot sun rays greeting his eyes.
He looked down again due to his eyes were beginning to water and took of his hat leaving his dark curly hair exposed to air, a scar ran down his forehead to his left eye and then ended at his jaw which was covered in a large unkept beard.
His appearance gave of the expression on a brute as he was quite tall and a bit bulky.
* Wa, Wa, Wa, Waaaaa *
The cry came again, a cry he wished not to hear again, a cry he would later regret answering.
" Which of the female workers left their child at the edge of the farm " he said to himself, as he drove deeper into his farmland, thoughts fear slowly etched itself into his heart.
" But I can't sense mana anywhere on this farm " he softly said to himself following the sound produced by the child, as he got closer and closer that fear tripled in size.
Reaching an extent where by he couldn't breathe properly as this was the first time in his life he had experienced such, subconsciously he moved to the area the wailing was emitting from.
Nestled between the stalks of corn was an infant not older than a newborn wrapped up in a dark blanket, after moments of contemplating and overpowering his fear he decided to venture further and reached out to the child.
" What sort of sorcery is this, only Grandmaster Zeke can preform such, old bastard must have been playing a trick on me " he said rocking the now quiet child.
The infant now quiet lay fast asleep immediately it entered his arms and this touched the man with a tinge sympathy, he then took the boy to his farm house which was not to far from his farm.
It was a huge wooden house with a large noisy barn besides it and a colossal farm at the back of the yard which a young woman of thirty nine sat on a stool awaiting his return.
From her outfit one would think she doesn't deserve to be in such a dirty environment especially with her spotless white flowing grown and jewelries which emitted a single word, ' Wealth and Pure Elegance '.
Her demeanor lightened up as she noticed his approach but immediately shifted to one of confusion when she noticed his company.
Levitating above his head was his straw basket of corn and in his arms were the peacefully sleeping infant, " Augustine what are you doing we will be late " She complained keeping her confused expression.
" Such a cute boy " he said willing the basket to be slowly lowered to the ground, " Where did you get it " his wife complained yet again.
" I found him in the farm, someone must have abandoned him there " he said handing the child to her, " Can we keep him…, Please " he added falling to his knees.
" I can't sense mana from him " she said shakingly, the man remember this fact that he nearly forgot, " Should we hand him over to Zeke ".
" NO!!! "
" What! "
" I said no way, do you know was Zeke does to children without mana, let's keep him, I will protect him and teach him to protect himself " he said firmly.
" Hmmm…, Well he could at least make up for our barrenness " his wife admitted causing him to jump in amusement and embrace her and the sleep boy.
" Now go get ready we have a meeting to attend and we're an hour late " she nagged and he quickly got on his feet and scurried into his humble home.
" Angela " the woman called after moments of admiring, receiving an instant answer of " Yes, ma'am " as an elven teenage girl in the attire of a maid appeared from the depths of the building but attempted to run back when she met her mistress.
" What were you doing " the woman asked, " Preparing for Master's and Mistress's departure " the teen replied wearily not taking away her gaze from the child in her mistress's arms.
" This is Lucian or Azen " she said showcasing a the dark blanket with white engravings of a name on it, " Lucian Azen Zane " the maid said squinting her eyes to read the artistic engravings.
" He's the newest member of the family so treat him as such and as a successor to the Martinez's wealth " she said rising from her stool to walk closer to the dumbstruck teen.
" I leave him in your care child " she said handing the child over and caressing the teen's hair, " But Mistress Alexia… ", " Come on honey am done " Lord Augustine said stretching out his hand for his wife in his pristine royal outfit.
" Angela, we will be returning in some days time, so make sure Lucian is well taken care of, treat of him as how you would treat your own brother " Mistress Alexia instructed as her and her husband exited the house.
The got onto a medieval styled carriage pulled by two stud horses, Lady Alexia gave a clear glance at Angela before the carriage took off.
* Sigh *
" Oh Celestial rulers of Sovereignty, guard the thoughts and decisions of my masters " Angela said retiring into the wooden abode.
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" THINGS SAID BY THE ORACLE OF FATE IS FINAL AND SUPREME AUGUSTINE, KNOW YOUR PLACE " A loud manly voice boomed.
In the heart of an unknown location brimming with guards and templars of diverse races, a conference table sat at the middle of the chambers of the Grandmasters.
They were under the Supremes which were the most powerful rulers of the magic realm, they were powerhouses of great talent that fought their way to the top, so strong that when they fought it only left mass destruction at it's wake.
The hierarchy of strength were The Grandmasters, The Seven Pinnacle of magic and The Supremes, they belong to diverse races as one couldn't join the ranks when someone of the same race was present it would result in a battle of strength.
And right now a fierce debate erupted amongst the seven lower heads about a ' Child Of Prophecy ' which would oversee the destruction of their humble world.
Although warned the leader of The Grandmasters, Elven Grandmaster Zeke, The Lord of Flames, called a meeting about eradication of newly born children for the space of two years, thinking that would solve the problem.
Also sensing the inhumaneness in that, Human Grandmaster Augustine, The Lord of Explosions objected that idea.
" Why would you care, Augustine, your not like any of us with kids so how would you know what it feels like to lose a child " another Grandmaster spoke up.
" Come on Lina, I don't wish for our down fall but the death of countless children across our realm is madness " Lord Augustine argued at the female Beastkin Grandmaster.
" How come none of you are arguing over the fact of a missing member, but If thats the case why don't we settle our differences the old fashion way, Battling till we rip this realm in pieces " A hoarse voice concluded.