The tall figure was an unnaturally slim woman covered from the neck down with a lengthy and jeweled-covered robe. From the looks of the village-folk, the old man could tell that this woman was the village chieftain. This assumption proved correct when two guards were standing on either side of the woman, they donned fancy armoured robes with insignias kept around their neck; held together with a thread that connected to their collared tassels. "What brings you all, people who carries the stench of swine, to my village?", the tall chieftain questioned, the arrogance in her tone and the clear-as-day insult was caught by the old man. he adjusted the grip he had on his cane and brushed the bottom against the layer of dirt. Before the old man could respond, a finger was already there against his lips. "Don't speak, old one. Words will not solve the puzzling situation at hand.", the chieftain said with a sly grin then flicked her hand. The two guards approached the old man, drawing their weapons. The village-folk only watched in silence, standing in wait for the execution to commence.
This little spectre and the child watched in horror as the old man's head was lobbed off within that split second. His disembodied corpse being dragged away by one of the village-folk who had approached prior to the killing. "W-Why are thou so cruel?!", cried out the little spectre, who had itself in front of the child as a shield. The chieftain only snickered at this and ordered for the second guard to finish the job. The guard brought the long bloodied sword to its sheathe, drawing out a dagger; suitable for the child he thought. At this moment, this little spectre single-handedly witnessed the actions of one of the many sinners that filled the planet it wanted to call a home. Before the dagger reached this little spectre and the child, it was turned into the old man.
This shook the village folk and the chieftain up with shock, as did it with the old man. He had been revived by the little spectre by the dagger filled with the intent of his granddaughter's death. "Wizardry!!", a number of the village-folk yelled out, in utter fury and fear. The guard went for his sword and went to attack the old man again, but fell unconscious after coming across the little spectre's hallow gaze. The chieftain stepped back from the trio with fear but soon grew bold with her stance. However, before she could speak, a faint whisper blew pass with a light current of wind. The chieftain and village-folk did not understand the words, but to the old man and the child's shock, they did. It was here in this small village where the little spectre displayed its power and want for global virtuality. The once horrible chieftain and those belonging to her village were turned from sin upon hearing this little spectre's words.
After such incident had passed and the once known village becoming a wide Kingdom under the rule of the Chieftain's grandson, it became the home of this little spectre, and the starting point to where the first generation of the Dominion of Ezclus came to be. Years turned into centuries, centuries turned into a millennia, where-as the Dominion of Ezclus continued to grow and mature around the planet. The little spectre came to be known as Zyemis, the latest name it decided to flow with while in the presence of his family and peers. Although global peace hadn't yet been achieved, the once little spectre made it its duty to make progress with the world, at the pace the humans could follow. |