The Followers Of The Prophecy

Interlude: The Miraculous Fourth Child

This is not my story to tell, but let us continue the story of the poor soul. It was the time when the fourth child was a toddler. They spotted their dad, the poor soul, sitting calmly in the living room. The fourth child had realized that they had a natural ability that was so rare, it was thought to be a miracle. So they approached their dad, and asked:

"Daddy, if this is so rare, how come mommy can do it too?"

"Well, sweetie, it's not rare to do it. It's rare to be born with the ability to do it without any magic or tricks. Do you want to know how mommy can do it?" he said, smiling.

The fourth child nodded their head excitedly.

"For you to understand how this happened, first you have to understand how me and your mommy met. Long long long ago, when I was in middle school, I lived in Yellowseed."

"Yellowseed?!" the fourth child exclaimed, "That's so far away."

"Yes, yes. I lived in Yellowseed. But Yellowseed is nothing like it is today. Yellowseed used to be a place for only gods and goddesses to live in. They used to treat them like more than royalty." The poor soul explained.

"Wow. And how were you allowed to live there?"

"Your grandmother used to work directly for the king, so we had to live there," he paused, "Anyway, because I was different, not many people wanted me there, and guess what? I went to the same school as king Brenalos. He was a prince back then, and he was the one who hated me the most."

"Really?!" the fourth child was shocked, "Is he the one who did this to you?" they touched the poor soul's face. In a particular area that had a particular scar.

"Yup. He did that with a knife. Do you think it makes me ugly?"

"Yeah!" the fourth child laughed, "but happy. You're always happy."

"I guess," he chuckled, "But let me finish the story. Brenalos hating me has to do a lot, because when we grew up a little more, like in high school, his dad, the king, realized that it was wrong to have a whole state for the gods. And so, he invited everyone from every other state to live in Yellowseed. Brenalos was angry. He thought it was my fault. He said that other beings were coming in and stealing the gods' houses and their jobs and that soon, gods could no longer be kings or queens of Sarcanza. But he had to pretend to be on board with it so that he could become king someday. And he did. He became king when we were twenty-one, and one of the first things he tried to do was kill me."

"Kill you?!" the fourth child screamed in terror.

"Yes. He threw me in Halivaara's bottomless abyss," he was interrupted by his fourth child.

"And that's when you met mommy!"

"Exactly. Your mom saved me from the abyss. As thanks, I gave her the ability to do what you can do."

"You can do that?" the fourth child's eyes gleamed, "Can you do it to Cadius, and Ocaleri, and Adieni?"

"No, no, no, no. It's very risky. Your brother and sisters are too little. But you were born with it. Do you understand how special that is?"

"I guess." The fourth child wasn't aware of how special they were.

"Let me tell you that being born with that type of power makes you stronger,"

"Stronger?"

"Stronger, and smarter, and faster. It's like you have two bodies. Double the power. Mommy doesn't have any of that because she wasn't born with it. All she can do is change from form to form."

"Does it make it easier for me to do stuff like clean my room?"

"Yes it does." The poor soul smiled.

"Wow! I am special. Thanks, daddy!"