Makron, the next day.. Woke up, with a slight headache, but at the same time, it felt different from a normal headache, but he couldn't realize what it was. He stood up and walked around the castle. He saw.. Portraits of people, they were probably the past leaders. Laryon had heard footsteps and went to check, it was obviously Makron. "Makron! You woke up finally. We have to talk with the leader of the white Wolfs." Makron looked at him confused "Leader..? I thought you were the leader." Laryon smiled awkwardly. "Well... That was just to catch your attention." Makron sighed, but followed Laryon up to the leader's room. They opened the door, the leader noticed them. He felt the presence of the kid. Different from the normal people, he obviously had some hidden powers he didn't know about yet. "So you are the special kid... I see, your presence.. Your Aura, it stands out." Makron stayed silent for a second but answered "Yeah.. I'm Makron, the one that reincarnated." The leader smirked, "so tell me Makron.. What exactly do you remember of your past life?" Makron's face frowned instantly. "It was bad. Really bad. At first... It was like a dream, I had a wife.. Two kids, but then, as I went further in the memories, I saw war, ruthless, merciless war... And I was the leader. But, we had lost the war. And they captured me, tied me up to a chair.. And made me watch my wife get all her skin peeled. Before I could see more, Laryon woke me up."
The leader's face was serious.. It's strange.
"So how did you even die then?"
Makron looked at Laryon, not knowing what to answer to that.
"I don't know that yet.. I was still alive in the memories."
The leader understood the situation and sighed
"That's all for today, we'll assign you a hunting wolf that will help you through your journey in the forest, we can't keep you in this castle due to personal reasons.. Wait, one last thing kid, what's your last name?" The leader looked at him with narrowed eyes. Makron was a little anxious to answer that.
"Its... Flamecrest, Makron Flamecrest."
the leader's face instantly infuriated.
"Flamecrest?! You're a goddamn noble! And son of the flames too... The most pure ones, how dare you even take a step in this castle. Get him out of here now!" Makron was confused, and started to back down little by little "What..? What's happening?"
Laryon picked up Makron and walked to the exit of the castle. Meanwhile.. In the leader's head, "damn Flamecrest... Their whole bloodline got wiped? But for what reason.. Is it because of that little kid? What reason would've the king had to do such atrocity? Anyways.. Nobles are all our enemies, we can't have them around or it'll get us all killed."
Laryon was kind of sad to throw Makron out, he kind of.. Got attached to him, in some way. Maybe because he's special.
After Makron got kicked out of the castle, he had to now walk alone, again. But this time, his mindset was ready for an adventure, knowing that he's of the Flamecrest clan.. Maybe he could learn his powers someway. So he started practicing.. Slowly. He pretty much tried everything he could've thought of to make at least one little piece of fire come out, but nothing came out at all... So he just gave up for that day, and instead he tried to look for a village. But no sight of that too, he was in the middle of a forest, what could've he possibly find there? he sat by the tree and took some rest. He was thinking, "What's wrong with being Noble... Damnit. I'm gonna practice more and more until i can make flames, I have to."
He stood up as he said that, and kept practicing the way he did before, but still, no results. Suddenly.. you could hear a noise from a close bush out there, and.. An old man came out. His face was really wrinkly, and he had a scar on his left cheek, like he got sliced by some powerful sword. Who knows what happened to him.. He had then spoke up, "Young boy... What are you doing in the middle of the forest? It's dangerous out here.. You shouldn't be alone, what's your name?" Makron looked at him suspiciously, why did he ask all of those questions all in one place? "I'm just lost, I don't know where to go at all. My name is Makron, Makron Flamecrest." He said with a serious face. The old man smiled a little, "Oh... Flamecrest, the old pure fire.. However it got recently wiped out by the King.. And you're the only one remaining. Do you want to know why, young Makron? it might surprise you."
Makron sat down, and nodded with an understanding face. The old man acknowledged his curiousity, "Well... As you already know, the Flamecrest family has been known for being one of the most powerful family's in the world, for their pure, fiery flames. Legends say they could tame the legendary Phoenix, really incredible right? But that's not what you should know, what you should actually know is.. That the Flamecrest family got wiped out, because of you. Makron... You're the only one without powers in that family, and disappointed the king, once you disappoint the king once.. Well, he's merciless, except for kids, he may have some mercy for those. But Makron, don't worry. Just because you can't use your powers, like the normal people.. Doesn't mean you can't become strong too. You know, I don't have a family, neither a last name. I was born a bastard. I don't know who my father or who my mother is. And I'll probably never know it, but I've still managed to live through it. and you must too."
Makron's eyes widened as he heard everything in the old man's story, it sounded pretty true to him. He couldn't activate his powers so it made sense..
"I made my whole bloodline get burned alive because of me... I'm a fucking.. Failure. Do me a favour old man, kill me too at this point, I don't deserve to live, those innocent lives, died because of my power i can't use." Makron said with a frowned face. The old man chuckled "Oh boy.. Oh boy, it's the past now. You can't use your powers that's right, but you can still become strong. Powers aren'tt everything in this world... And you'll see as you grow up. I'll stand by your side, young Makron, to help you find your own destiny.. As the last Flamecrest.
Makron smiled with some tears rolling down on his face, " Thank you.. Old man." he then hugged him, tightly. He really needed that hug. In the old man's mind, "Makron Flamecrest... This is gonna be a long journey for you... Sacrifices...Losses, wins.. I'll make sure you're ready to experience all of that.
CHAPTER END.