How I Became Zayen, a Zane Ro'Meave retale

the binding.

A small beem of light burst out of my hand as I focused, my father watching in amusement. I pointed it at the scarecrow and it slowly lit on fire, garroth laughing.
"I did it!!" I cheered, my eyes beaming brightly.
"Good job-" Garte started to speak before Garroth cut him off.
"I can do a lot better then that!" He said in a cocky tone, pointing his hand at another scarecrow. A beam of light hit it and it instantly caught fire. He huffed with satisfaction as garte clapped.
"Nice Garroth!" He smiled, proud of the star child like always..
"Try and keep up Zane"

My eye twitched as i slowly looked at them.
"B-better? Y-you want better?!" My voice was shaky along with my body.
"Calm down.." Garte glared. "A god should not be mad at small things"

"IM CLEARLY NOT A GOD. BUT YOU WANT ME TO BE BETTER. ILL BE BETTER" my eyes turned white, angel wings spreading from my back. I stomped my foot onto the ground, cracks instantly sprouting out from under my foot and towards the scarecrows at a rapid pace. As soon as the crack touched each one, they all turned into black dust, withering away.

Garte stared in pure shock, recognizing the form of magic i just used. I floated up before one of the other gods pulled me down and into his chest.

"Calm down honey.." he rubbed my back. I just stayed tense, eyes wide.

"I know it hurts to learn at a slower pace.. especially if you have a brother that likes to brag.. but you clearly have something special in you. Ive never seen someone do that before."

My eyes turned back to normal and i slowly relaxed, looking up at him.

"Whats your name?" He asked, smiling warmly at me.

"Z-Zane.. Zane Ro'Meave.." i replied, staring into his eyes.

"Uhm, sir. Thats not the heir. This one is and-" garte started before he was forced to shut up with magic.

"I want this one.. not him.."

Gartes eyes widened. Same with Garroths. Im being chosen by Travis Valkrum.. the leader of witchary and son of the demon warlock..

Im now his student..