Descendants Of Mortality: Begins

Chapter 1

It was yet another mortal day, but something made it far more than ordinary. The lad had done all of his tasks: collecting valeberries for fire, hunting a muke for his father's favourite slime soup veginni, repairing his motocross, finding the Paras that would help him convert the idol of his father from muck to gold, and making all of the creatures of the town Ovarkjön assemble to see the God of the Tribals, Krates for the last time before he could enter Midravor (either Earth or Himellegas) with a new humanlike body.
All there arrangements were made because it was the Last Departure of Krates.
All of the people (Including farmers, maidens and demigods) from Wanderoff, Kessara and Alankār tribes had assembled at the small hut of Krates. About two- thirds of the population of the town Ovarkjön had
arrived at Krates Last Departure. With full respect and discipline, each person bore the weight of a renadin flower, fragranced with the water of River Aza.
Everyone, along with that lad, stood silently before the gold idol of Krates, all of their minds filled with mourning, especially that lad.
His eyes were closed, head down, the renadin flower was being twisted by the movement of his fingers, and his lips produced some low sounds,'Lord Razel, I, Vellayani Amley Wanderoff requests you that my Father be happy in Midravor...'
Maidens were singing a dirge while sitting around Krates' idol, wishing him a better life than his previous one. A fire-basket was kept with burning valeberries in front of the idol. The Satanic Pickaxe was in the hand of the idol of Krates.
All of the belongings of Krates, including rich clothes, gold tokens and weapons, were kept in a large chest. The Tribals believed that this would make Krates more rich in his next life and he could live in a comfortable design. It was, in fact, the Ritual in the whole of Mysonë when One's Last Departure commenced.
Amidst the congregation, a person stepped out towards Vellayani Wanderoff. That person Sargene, a mutual friend of Krates, put one hand-that carried the renadin flower-on Vel's shoulder from his back, stating,"I am sorry for your loss, Vel. Krates is going now, but the memories that he has created with us will turn into ecstasies, keeping him alive in our minds till infinity.'
Vel turned.
Clean face, blackpearl hair dropping till his shoulders, decent brows, eternally sharp matte black eyes and crimson lips covered his face.
Sargene and Vel were meeting each other after a long epoch, so naturally it took them some considerable time to examine each other.
Vel was in such an agony that he could not even say a word. He joined his hands in front of Sargene– that was the only way he thought he could reply.
Sargene could say nothing more than those words, as he was himself overcome by emotions on the loss of his companion. Vel sniffled a bit, ignoring the presence of Sargene, and started uttering those lines demanding a happy life of Krates in the Realm Of Humans.
Over the sky, heaven birds were revolving.
Vel's eyes were closed, when his divine vision, his para-vision, showed him a thing.
It was Krates, fading slowly as if he was in real leaving for Midravor at that very moment.
Vel's eyes opened, intensively consumed with horror. Before him was the real world, where he saw Kaff Selva walking up the aisle and getting up to the lectern that was nearby Krates' idol. A digipad was kept on the top of the lectern that displayed the Final Minute of the God of Tribals.
Everyone looked up at Selva, who washed his hands with Aza-water before making Krates' Final Minute go public.
'Attention everyone here.' said he.
The maidens stopped singing the dirge. Vel gave a glance at Selva, who simply shot back at him. Vel could sense through his para-vision that Selva was going to read something that won't satisfy him.
Selva began,'Ess ven Selva, Myse ork Sages arev Sage-Prime–'
'Kaff,' Vel interrupted,'could you please read it in English?'
'Don't you understand Ältyn, bub?' snapped the egoistic Selva back with a deadly stare at Vel.
Sargene took the side of Vel, stepping forward a little and addressing Selva in a humble design,'N-No Kaff. Many tribespersons aren't so fluent at Ältyn language, so it is a good thought...'
The egoistic Selva was compelled to obey Vel. Letting a disgusted expression consume his face, Selva cleared his throat and restarted,
'I am Selva, the God of Sages and the Sage-Prime of Ovarkjön town, and I am present here to read out the Final Minute of the Former God of Tribals, Krates Wanderoff. His vellir tells that he was like Yeope The Narolyn, constantly helping the Tribals and motivating them to fight for justice and win their rights.
And now, here is his Final Minute:
My men, and especially my son, I am leaving Mysonë at the very moment when you are listening to my Final Minute. I have spent almost two hundred human-years in this Gods' Realm. My life was consumed with sheer delight, and I am obliged to have been the God of Tribals and help you all. I hope that no person is dissatisfied with my reign. And if anyone is, they may now smile, as I claim that my Final Wish is that my descendant, Vellayani Amley Wanderoff, be placed on my position in future. My son...love you boy.'
The Sage-Prime looked up at Vel, who was staring at him since he reported Krates' Final Wish. Vel's jaw dropped with shock; other tribespersons –including Sargene– were a bit excited and jubilant on hearing the Wish.
Selva said,'The Final Wish states that Vellayani Wanderoff should be made the next Tribal God. And this has to be taken care of.'
'Kaff,' said Vel,'no.'
'What no? He's your Father. Won't you fulfill his last dream?'
'I jus' don't want to.' snapped Vel back. 'I mean, nobody can replace the God of Tribals, Krates. There is no one like my Father in the entire Omniverse. Not even me. So...so please don't push me into all of this.'
Sargene spoke, sizing up the situation,'Vel, we all are aware of the truth that nobody can replace Krates, but we have to move on. It isn't like that we will stop at this moment in our lives. And especially you, who has a long way to go.'
Placing both of his hands on Vel's shoulders, the God of Stonecutters continued,'Try. Maybe your fate takes you there.'
Vel was about ti give a reply back, but his para-vision showed him some hope in Sargene's eyes.
Everything was silent for a moment, after which Vel nodded his head in the 'yes' manner.
All of the tribespersons yelled with sheer glee, wholeheartedly welcoming Vek to become their God. Sargene was happy for Vel, but his smile vanished when he saw Vel's face consumed with seriousness.
Vel's para-vision was constantly telling him to move on, but he was deeply broken. He closed his eyes for a couple of seconds, force deactivating para-vision of his. He opened his eyes when Selva called him to perform the rituals for being throned at the God of Tribals.
'Kaff,' Sargene stated, trying to read Vel's mind,' today is Krates' Last Departure. It won't do good if Vel is made the Tribal God today only...you know what I mean.'
Sargene kept staring at at Selva with innocence in his eyes.
'Okay,' said Selva, agreeing with Sargene,' not today, but, the God of Sages orders that Vellayani Wanderoff will be throned as the Tribal God tomorrow morning. And this has to be taken care of.'
Sargene smiled at Selva and then turned towards Vel, who was staring at him.
'I read your mind–thanks to Force III!' Sargene whispered. Vel smiled a little.

                                ...

It was night, and Maryl neutron star cooled down, causing darkness to consume Mysonë. Watching the sky being lit up to some extent because of demi-moons revolving around the Gods' Realm, Vel spinned a digital hologram of Krates' vellir in his hand.
Entering his room, Vel's half-brother Vunor Wanderoff spoke,'Vellir. When infused into one, gives life until infinity. But you are born without that. Maybe that is why you are so emotionless.'
Vel looked at him.'I didn't understand what you said just now.'
Vunor advanced a bit while Vel dismissed the hologram.
'Reva is calling you since five minutes, and you are playing with your para-vision.'
'Where is she..?'
'Down the window.'
Vel glanced down the window. Golden-haired Reva–whom Vel considered an unimportant yet undetachable part of his life– was jumping on with her arms constantly waving and lips uttering his name, with the sole purpose of catching his attention. She came to rest when Vel's eyes met hers.
'Come here.' she whispered.
Vel, wielding a supernatural Force IX (Flyby), got out of the room through the window, landing onto the ground with himself utterly safe. Reva smiled ecstatically, saying,'It was your nineteenth day of your birth, so I was looking forward to-–'
'No need for that.' Vel interrupted.
'–plan a party...' Reva completed her sentence, the last three words being consumed with disappointment.
Then, trying to convince Vel, she stated,'Just a small meet: you and me.'
'This is not the appropriate time and day for this. And after this catastrophe, I don't think whether I would be able to celebrate my birthday. Älstyer '7... this date is now a dark one for me. Nothing more than that.'
Reva turned sad.'Your other alias should have been the Emotionless. Vel aka the Emotionless...'
Vel smiled, trying to take in the innocence of hers.
'You know, you are a damn good emotional blackmailer!' said he.
A smile spread across the girl's face. She caught hold of Vel's hand and took him to an openair camp that she'd set up.
'Sit.' Reva said, offering him an air-chair.
Vel eased himself on the flying seat. Reva sat straight to him, and in a moment started moving her arms, forming certain gestures in air.
Vel's favorite dish veginni sweet appeared in front of him him from Nowhere.
'You using your light skills..?' inquired Vel.
'Yeah,' agreed Reva, 'Lord Vicetroy's teachings are proving to be amazing for me.'
The girl offered Vel a bite of the sweet dish. Vel accepted the proposal with a a smile, trying to forget the date.
Reva showered the sky–using her light magic skills – with vibrant coloured crystals that gleamed at certain times, filling the sky with light. At the same moment, fireflies appeared from Nowhere, producing light and wandering and dancing around Vel. The God of Vision's face was consumed with eternal glee, and a smile that never appeared on his face in his lifetime. Reva was overcome by strange emotions that were enthusiastic to dawn on her face. She couldn't help telling Vel her feelings,'Vanyir.'
Vel looked into Reva's eyes, trying to decrypt that Ältyn word into English with his para-vision, although his vision had not achieved that ability yet. Failing to do so, Vel asked her, 'What did you say?'
'HAA!' entered a cry into the God's ears.
Vel turned left to perceive an etterknight leaping onto him from a Random Xylemport. He was under the etterknight, being force knocked down on the ground. The knight targetted his bloodshot eyes at Vel's, although Vel could feel that the knight  was thinking of him as another God–probably the God of Wisdom.