A man goes from a human to a Ursusian Sankta. In the world of Terra can he live a greater life than before? Maceo Turner will truly be the hero of his own destiny and a nobody in the grand world of Terra.
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I wake up with a gentle tap on my shoulder. As my senses come to me, I feel the sun's warmth through my window and open my eyes. My father had woken me up, he had something in his hand that looked heavily decorated and its shape seemed familiar. He set it on the table and I recognized it by the second.
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Dad: "If your mom saw how much this thing cost, she would kill me."
He sighs and unloads the weapon before handing it to me. I take it in both hands, my sleepiness had weakened my strength but I held the gun firmly.
Dad: "This tradition means a lot to our people. It is our culture, our way of life, and our right. Never lose that thing. It might not be a true patron gun, but it's something nonetheless."
I nod my head and rub my eyes as I set the gun down on my nightstand and prepare to change.
Dad: "Forget school today son, we are going out of town."
My excitement grows as I hear his last couple of words. Seeing outside Chernobog would be a unique experience since he was always in its concrete jungle. However, the thoughts of my friends in my absence brought some worry into my heart.
Dad: "We will be back by the afternoon, don't worry too much."
I really have to remember empathy is a thing.
I put on a long-sleeved wool shirt, snow pants, and a snow jacket that carried the armbands of my normal jacket. While I was dressing, my father dropped a black shoulder holster on my dresser.
Dad: "Use this to hide your gun and let us leave before your Mom awakens."
Following his command, I put on the newly gifted equipment. Under my left arm, I slide the handgun into the holster and throw my jacket over it for concealment. I then grab my phone quietly walk down to the garage and hop in the passenger seat across from my father.
The fallen sankta looks at me with a warming smile which triggers many memories of the previous soul in this body. Fishing, playing games, and talking provided heart-warming memories that gave me a cheerful mood. With the engine's start and the garage door lifting, we drove for an exit to the city. The sun had just begun to rise in the morning and the drive felt peaceful as the traffic hadn't started to appear. The roads were empty until we neared the gate outside. The gate was heavily guarded and without Dad's law enforcement status, it would take forever to pass. Unlike the rest of the traffic, our car turned into a government employee queue and drove to the large metal gate. Handing his ID to the military official, my dad stares at him before receiving the ID back.
Guard: You have five hours, Chernobog is readjusting to avoid a catastrophe at 1.
Dad nods before throwing the car into drive and passing through the gate toward a large metal ramp. The car quickly descended to the earth of Terra as we drove off level ground. To our right, I watched as many military vehicles and what seemed like flying equipment being transported into Chernobog.
