Beyond Souless

Chapter 1: How we fall

    There are those born to work under others, those born to die, and those born for greatness. It is never set in stone which you were born for but it is decided after you've passed and it is decided by those that write your tale. This tale is one of a person born to die that decided to rise above his destiny. The tale of Julian Everot Frost is not one for the faint of heart but is for those who decide that they will never they can never rise above their destiny.

-Toshiro Magnous.

    My name is Julian Everot Frost and at one point this was a journal but now it's more like a documentation of the events to come. Enjoy my woes.
   
     It began on a nice Sunday, I had just started a week long break. The sun was rising quickly and enough light pierced my blinds for it to stir me from my sleep. I moved from my bed instantly falling on the floor. Despite my overwhelming exaustion I stood and stretched. My body was stiff from my previous night of workouts. After loosing up a bit I moved to my desk to go over my plans for the week and I was instantly happy. My father and my mother were set to visit tomorrow. My family is actually very successful, my father is a well known historian who loves to track down old relics. He is rarely home with me so we never spend to much time together. My mother is a missionary who travels to war-torn and desolate places to provide help to the citizens. They both trust me alone for the most part since i tend to be pretty self sufficient. This year i'm turning 18 so along with my last year of high school, I plan to start a job. In 2 days I have an interview for an internship with the biggest company around, Zev co. the business made everything from phones to cars to even homes. In 3 days I had an anniversary date with my girlfriend. I'd known her since i was 8 and we started dating 2 years ago. In 4 days I had a free day so i would probably just hit the gym and relax the rest of the day. In 5 days the owner of Zev co. international would be in town and i wanted to at least get an autograph. Days 6 and 7 were also free so I had nothing planned.

  For a guy like me schedules made the most sense. But for the life i lived it was far from the best. Despite my organized nature I have an 2 abnormal issues that keep me from doing the things i want. The first is my odd luck, I have very good and very bad days. That may sound normal but it's the other one that makes it an issue. 

   I have the spirit of a 10,000 year old martial artist connected to me. I've told many people this but very few believe me. My parents thought i was just imagining things when i told them about him and  it took him demonstrating some of his, "abilities" to believe me. As I sat contemplating my great and fortunate schedule the spirit, Toshiro was sitting calmly on my floor meditating. He did that often enough  whenever he was sure something would happen to us. I say something but what i mean is an attack. I would often get attacked by things that most people can't even begin to see. Hence my previously mentioned, odd luck. 

   My day had just begun, I had my schedule mapped out for the week and Toshiro was already waiting for something evil to try to take me out. Still a good day in my books. I went to make me some breakfast and was shocked to find I still had leftovers from dinner. I never made much food for dinner so I rarely had leftovers. As I contemplated why I cooked that much I almost missed the knives floating from my cupboard. I turned just in time to see them flying at high speed at me. So much for my good day.

  I'll take just a second to say that this isn't odd for me. The knives?  Interesting enough but the attack? Typical. Since I was about 10 I've been attacked by all types of spirits and apparitions. It's gone from terrifying to terrifyingly dull.

"Hey bud. Listen trying to kill me is ok. Messing up my cutlery is pretty rude." I called as I looked around. Spirits were normally completely undetectable to humans. I actually just need to focus a bit. Than they're as visible as everyone else. The spirit was staring at me while standing on the cieling. It was a large bald male with hollow black eyes and 4 arms that were clinging to my ceiling. He wore a bloody white sweater and torn up blue jeans. His feet were clawlike and as soon as he could tell i saw him he screamed.

   I frowned as I accessed his appearance. He was muscular so he was a brute. He screamed instead of speaking, normally means he's unable to talk. His attack showed his killing instinct but lack of proficiency, he wasn't a killer in life. His multiple arms meant he had pride in his strength, but the way he froze up when I saw him showed me how young he was. That's all I needed to know. He had been summoned by someone wicked, intercepted on his way to the afterlife.

   I pointed a finger at the ghost as Toshiro finally decended down into the room "Ghost, I'm sorry you've been brought here but don't worry. We'll send you on your way," I said confidently. The spirit let go of the ceiling and let out another scream. I snapped my fingers "Toshiro let's show him how we handle buisness." I said. The silent spirit nodded and his form became a bright light. It spread like mist as it surrounded me.

   I guess this is the time to tell you. Me and Toshiro, we have a special power. We can combine. In a bright flash of light where once a man and a spirit stood, a single man had taken the stage. A new me, a strong spirit enfused being that drew on both our wills and both our strengths.

  "I am Frost Magnous born of Toshiro Magnous and Julian Frost." We said. It was truely a kindness. We would be happy to send him back to the world he deserved to be in.