The chronicles of embodiment

Chapter 1

Long before time, Earth, and the universe itself, there lived a being known as an embodiment. These embodiments were hailed as superiors, and a rule of thumb for them was simple: they were born with magic, a family, and a destiny. Therefore, there shouldn't be a reason to be mad or ashamed. At the start of this story, the world of the embodiments, Amaì, was ruled by a great power named Lord Arizel. Under his rule, there were nobles, a middle class, and commoners. Many nobles became protectors of the Lord, as their abilities exceeded limits. The middle class lived their lives without much trouble, while the commoners suffered beatings, ridicule, and humiliation, all under the reign of Lord Arizel.

This Lord didn't care for his people; all he desired was power. He conducted experiments, primarily targeting commoners. He pushed their magic beyond their limits, using their own abilities until they perished, and then incorporating that magic into his own.

However, the suffering of the commoners would come to an end through the greatness of one of their own, Lorap Summintatem. Lorap, a boy with astonishing beauty and continually growing abilities, was prophesied to bring about the downfall of the king. When the King learned of this, he became frightened. But then an idea struck him.

"If I were to purchase this child in his infancy, I could raise him as my own. He will never betray me, and I will never be vanquished."

Arizel smiled, believing it would be easy to break the prophecy. He sent protectors with a substantial amount of money to the commoner town of Aeseal, instructing them not to harm anyone unless necessary.

"This visit is directed by the great Lord. We are here to trade for a boy named Lorap." One of the protectors informed, causing the two to be shocked. Why would the king want an infant boy?

In the crowd stood a woman wearing a ragged cloak. She had long black hair and red eyes. She held the hand of a six-year-old girl and carried an infant baby. An older woman looked at her and said, "It's for the best that you sell him." The older woman continued, "If the king wanted to harm him, they would have taken him by force like everyone else. The money could help all of us. Let's hope he has a better life."

The woman nodded, agreeing, but tears continued to pour from her eyes. She walked in front of the crowd and handed Lorap, her infant child, to the collectors. "This is Lorap. Please take good care of him and keep your promise. I can tell that you'll be kind to my child. He's destined to do great things."

The younger girl looked up and began hitting her mother's arm. "No! Please, I don't want to lose Lorap! We already lost Papa, they took him! I don't want them to take Lorap too!"

The nobles remained silent as they took the child and placed two large bags on the ground, then left with Lorap. One of the townspeople checked the bags, shouting that the money was real. The people began to celebrate, but the woman who had just lost her child sobbed on the ground. As Lorap was taken away, she felt instant regret.

The nobles who came for Lorap talked as Lorap played around with one of their hair jewelry. "That prophecy probably ain't true anyway," the one holding Lorap said.

The other noble, one that doesn't doubt prophecy, responded, "It must be true; it turned up in the embodiment of prophecy vision."

The one in doubt looked at Lorap and asked, "Then why couldn't we just kill him? Keeping him alive actually gives him a chance to end Azriel."

The other nodded and replied, "Yes, you are correct. Maybe the king wishes to see what magic he has. Maybe it's worth exploring." Lorap began to giggle as the more optimistic one tickled him. "Though I'm jealous... no, offended. How dare this commoner receive a life of luxury over us too?" The noble frowned.