We all see things in our own way. It makes us unique, it helps us build character, others times it harms us and those around us. This is a story about a young adult's mental troubles as he is stuck in his life not knowing what he wants to do with...
This is a story about how the greatest of the Four Saviors came to be. His name was Rongst. As we catch him climbing up to the top of Mt. Legario once again on this adventure. He reaches the summit and gazes upon the village of Pholit, as peaceful as he left it before with the other saviors. The warm sun was on his skin, the wind blowing in his hair and clothes, and before him lay a sight he could never forget. The area is a grassy wide hilltop area with a bunch of old stone style houses made up of mostly square shapes and painted with cultural murals of the Sun as a glorified light, a sentient god. The style of these murals varies between the different houses. The Hollow Shadow's Crypt can be seen in the distance embedded into the mountainside. Rongst is wearing a nice hand-knit wool sweater with a diamond design.
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As the hero gets to the front of the village wooden gates, Rongst was greeted by the village chief Arma, and a bunch of the villagers.
"Rongst, one of the Four Saviors has returned!" A villager yelled.
"Praise be the Sun he has come back!"
"Rongst lets play with our Sun kites!" A child nudges his sleeve.
"Hey! Help me with my house, I cracked the side again trying to do that trick you showed me off the wall."
"Does that mean the other saviors are gonna be here too?" Another villager said.
Chief Arma approaches Rongst, " Everyone make way the Chieftess is here!"
She puts her hand on his shoulder, "Welcome back Icha. It has been quite. . . . . a very long time child," as she embraces him.
"I-I- I 'm home Arma sorry for making you wait. . . I am home," he wrapped his arms around her. The wind blew at Rongst's clothes and Arma's tribal outfit with her Sun staff, her gray hair always in a bun, and her short little body.
As they walked to the edge of the mountainside, gazing at the clouds and Sun, Arma says smiling, "So how have things been Icha?"
"Hey, I'm not a kid anymore Arma, you don't have to call me by my cute little name. I am a man now, see?" he says as he flexes his muscles.
"You're flexing? Well, I can't see too well so I will pretend those muscles exist." She waves her staff at him.
"C'mon Arma, I have done tons of things by myself already. That's how I got these muscles and brain." He points to his head.
". . . Still not as strong or as smart as me Icha." She laughs as she lifts her tiny arms to flex.
"Stop calling me Icha. I am an adult who knows what he is doing." He looks away.
"Is that true or is that what you want to believe?" She turns to look at him.
"It is fact Arma. I got the proof you see? Here are my-" he turns to flex again.
