Brain concentrates on the page that he has flipped to and snaps his head up in your direction. "It's time to rise, Daiki."
Second Person P.O.V
Daiki.
Something so eerily familiar to your ears that it immediately makes your body stiffen on impulse. But where have you heard it? Maybe you read it in a book? It's hard to say. You locked yourself in a library for a long period of time in your life because that's all you had. Time. But now it looks as if you're running out.
"We will officially begin the ritual," Brain says and clears his throat while turning his attention to his now marked page in the book that you earlier swore you recognized.
Your head snaps up and you instinctively straighten up against the wooden symbol. Something is telling you to fight this. If they complete the ritual, there's no telling what the outcome could be. It could be taken from the world.
"Van licht naar donker , moet dit stijgen boven alle anderen. Spawning van leven en dood, Daiki, zal herboren worden en laat de hel op de wereld voor alle eeuwigheid!" Brain shouts in a language you recognize as Danish, no, Dutch.
The sky begins to darken at his words and a bolt of lightning strikes down from the clouds, ripping a tree in half on the outside of the area you're trapped in. All the different shades of black and white swirl from the ground and you watch as the water in the moat turns red and thick, like blood.
Daiki.
The word you now remember means valuable and noble in Japanese. You've read it many times in your magic books because that's what it is. A type of magic, but a very rare and very special kind. So special that it's said to be nothing but a legend and even elders say it's impossible to be real.
A Book of a Million Magics
The legend of Daiki means valuable, noble, and sometimes radiance in Japanese. It's the rarest form of magic made from a perfect balance of light and darkness, but for it to be created, the light must be of the purest proportions while the darkness must be more evil than Satan himself.
For this form of magic to be created, it is essential that the two wizards performing the spell cast it at the exact same time with the same magical energy. Also, both wizards would need to be extremely powerful beings, almost inhuman.
The magic of Daiki originated from a small lacrima found abandoned in a cave off the coast of Fiore in X683. Scientists described it as cut right down the middle between black and white, or often referred to as Ying and Yang.
Eventually, the lacrima disappeared and many believe it disintegrated with age. It was never found again, but stories surfaced of the lacrima turning into a beautiful human that walks Earthland to keep the relationship between good and evil balanced from afar.
They think I'm the Daiki? Me? The person who didn't learn to tie their shoes until they were twelve? They think I am this ancient magic energy? you ramble on in your head and a chuckle escapes your lips.
"You think I'm this fucking ancient, magical power? That story isn't even real!" you exclaim.
Brain stops his chants and stares at you. "We do not think. We know you are. The person who is the Daiki will not know until after their eighteenth year in human form and once the sacred words are spoken. All the years before that, they were magic particles floating through the air until they developed enough to take a proper shape."
Your blood runs cold and your hairs stand on end. Could it be true? But it makes sense. It all makes so much sense. You could never remember many details of your life and perhaps that's the reason. Except, there are a few unanswered questions.
The wind picks up and your hair blows to one side of your head at the force. It's as if you and Brain are the only two people in the vicinity. You yank your arms away from the symbol-the symbol. You look behind you as much as possible and almost freak out when you notice what the symbol is of.
"See, you are finally putting it all together, but we do not have that kind of time," Brain says and runs his finger down the page of the book before looking back up at the sky. "Onthouden!"
Your breath hitches and the air seems to pick up your body as if it were a feather. You're left standing on your toes as the air suffocates you and presses down on your throat. A huge weight pushes down on your chest before a flash of white light and pitch black darkness blinds your vision.
Power.
Light.
Magic.
Evil.
Balance.
Darkness.
Parents.
Life.
Death.
Memories come back to you like a tsunami. The way it all happened, even before the human form. You remember everything. You remember them. Those barely human people. An angel and a demon. They had no intentions of creating you, and maybe they still don't know who or what you are.
They were training. Showing each other different things. They wanted to test their strengths, but they really shouldn't have because she was so pure-hearted, and him, so dark, so evil, but she couldn't accept it.
She pushed him to his limits while he did the same, but had they known what that ended up creating? Had they known they ended up creating you?
I am the Daiki, and Zeref Dragneel and Mavis Vermilion are my parents.
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