Ancestral Spirit Teaser Trailer

It was a cold night with a cold dagger running through someones back,the warm blood heating the ice cold blade,you could hear the sound of small suffering and coughing,splatters of blood coming out of a persons mouth as that very someone slumped down kneeling and finally laying on the ground paralyzed,the individual wanted to struggle,it wanted to yell loudly,it wanted to say everything it had on its mind to the person who had stabbed him,but he knew he couldn’t do that…he was far too weak and also knew that death was knocking on his doorstep and it wouldn’t wait for him to open this time.

-guhhh…wha..why ?

The individual spoke wanting to know the identity of his murderer or rather his or her motive…the man didn’t know he didn’t know the identity of his murderer,but one thing he knew…he was responsible for sure,but did he regret it ?

-Die already…

The cold tone of the murderer traveled through the mans ear it almost made his heart stop hearing such a brutal and murderous tone almost devoided of any emotion other then the sole intent to kill,but at the same time the man was surprised…the sound of the tone was youthful the murderer seemed to be only a child it was ironic as Valvin always assumed that he would die in the hands of a powerful warrior like himself,but it turns out he was really slain by the hands of a child a amateur a brat…

Once again…did he regret ? Yes,he did,but telling that the murderer wasn’t going to satisfy him he knew by the way the voice had told him to just die and thats what the man was going to do just lay down and die,the heavens had already prepared him a spot in hell he would accept that without a second word since this was a fate that he never could have avoided in his entire life…

The man closed his eyes and soon enough not a single trace of the mans soul was left as his lifeless body laid on the hard wooden ground bleeding so slightly without a sound.

(Creek)

The boy who had finished doing his deed stepped aside pulling the dagger out of the cold corpse and closing his eyes praying.

“You can rest easy now father I have avenged you…”

The boy muttered his tone not even cracking nor shivering in front of the dead no,he was just indifferent numb to this familiar he had,he didn’t feel joy nor did he feel satisfaction on his kill he simply thought of it as a goal something that had to be done regardless after all,this was his whole meaning of life up until now it was to kill this person in front of him that he grown to this day suffered and forged himself into a sharp poisonous dagger that he would use to execute his revenge with,but now he was clueless he didn’t know what to do he never planned it out this far deep in his mind he always assumed that he would fail and die by this mans hand thats why he never had any expectations for his future and only focused on the present.

“What do I do now…”

He muttered and without a word he turned around and raised his big scarf around his his mouth he cleaned his dagger and left the building through the window jumping from roof to roof into the comforting night of his still wondering…what should he do.

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Gaia also known as earth is the home of many lifeforms and beings it is also where the dead can can travel the world of the living, a place where the spirits can search for their successors “Heroic Spirits” a spirit is immortal as one says it is a existence not even god can touch it is a being that has no life,but also begins a life a new like bound to the earth to gaia sometimes these souls can also become incredibly strong themselves so strong that they can chose to stay in their mortal realm and these souls are the so called “Heroic Souls” the souls of ancient and past warriors that travel the world to find their successor to their lost arts.

In the Nine Color kingdoms these heroic souls after 3 years of waiting always start a march called by the people the Ancestral Spirit Festival it is a fest where the mortals celebrate the peace of the world through the hard work of these “Heroic Souls” that had traveled the world,but it is also very well known that the main reason why these souls travel the world,it is to find their chosen one their “Successor” the one who will be taught all of their techniques who succeeds them and become another great warrior in making.

“Mother why are these souls walking around the world then ? If they wanted to teach people about their arts why didn’t they just do it when they were alive ?”

The boy asked suddenly interrupting his mothers story the clean history about the world known by everyone,but also unknown for the most,his curious green shining eyes and his black short hair was the typical appearance of a citizen of the Smaragdine kingdom one of the Nine Color Kingdoms that was.

“Yes,Varian thats really a good question the Ancestral Spirits themselves don’t seem to know the reason for this either these spirits only seem to want to find their successor and make them a powerful warrior it is as if they had lost the memory of why they wanted to train such a warrior in the first place and most of them even believe that the only way for them to recover such memory is to make the said warrior and part this world…a lot of people assume a lot of things my son…what do you think are they going to do after they succeed making that warrior ?”

The asked sweetly stroking the hair of the cute little boy that was leaning his head onto her waist…the mother was smiling,but she had an unnaturally unhealthy skin color ashen as if blood wasn’t flowing in her veins.

The boy called Varian thought for a moment he was a smart child and also a naturally talented fencer even though he was still 8 years old that was,he was the pride of the family,Varian Silver.

“Maybe their trying to make a competition to see who had made the better warrior !”

The boy replied innocently seeing this the mother smiled even further and started stroking the boy more.

“Maybe,yes,most likely you are right and thats why you should also train hard if you want to become a great warrior you don’t want to lose to them do you ?”

The mother teased in which the boy took the bait and energetically put his chest high telling his mother in a clear sound of confidence.

“As if ! I will become a great warrior even without a Ancestral Spirit to guide me you’l see mother you’l get better and see how I will become a powerful warrior !”

The boy laughed to himself he was determined and confident in himself the mother knew that she just wanted to stoke his fires and give him a reason to continue his path his ideology to his life after all she knew better then anyone else that she wouldn’t be able to survive next year.

“Varian ! My son I think your mother needs some more rest go out and play some more I need to talk to your mother…”

A Father said in which Varian nodded towards and quickly left the room for his two parents his mind was solid and his goal was unshakable,he would become a warrior a warrior his mother could look up at proudly.

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“uhh…its morning…”

Varian muttered looking at the rays of light that was going through the window into his small shabby room he was inside sleeping…the blanket he was using was a piece of cloth while the clothing he wore was dirty and smelled “it was a new day a new light” Varian thought to himself as he pointing his look towards the sword and dagger that he laid out next to him…

The dream he just dreamed was distant and something he would never forget his entire life it had been 7 years since his parents died yesterday he had successfully completed his revenge for his deceased father and through this dream he had once again realized what to do as promised to his mother he would take the sword again and become a true warrior.

“Thank you…”

Varian said hugging his sword and closing his eyes he now knew that he didn’t need to think of his dead parents anymore they were already resting in peace.

After a few seconds Varian stopped his moment of sorrow and prepared for the day getting dressed up and ready to go he left his little room that he had called home for the last 7 years fully packed up to go he climbed up a ladder and moved towards a roof up ahead.

The building he was standing on top of was a public church his very home for the last 7 years,but now it was time for him to move on train and see the world,for the past 7 years he had seen the world of how it was and he understood just how naive and small he was when he still held a noble title the streets were light on him over these years,but they also weren’t overly cruel to him,he experienced a lot of things such as staying hungry that it would almost kill him all kinds of humiliation and also beatings,but in the end these things were only making him stronger day by day and finally he came on the top he survived and closed the business that he spend all his life on,it was done.

Varian looked at the sun for a moment he pulled his hair back to see a bit more clearer,he grown and the years were very kind to him making him into a handsome young man with green eyes and raven black hair typical signs of a Smaragdine citizen,but for some reason the shine in his eyes was unique though he frowned a lot he never stopped frowning since the very day he had lost his parents one after another it was an eternal frown with which he came to live with rather then become a habit nothing could ever make him smile nor could he laugh his always had been onto one goal which was revenge,but now…would he change ?

The answer to this was unknown through multiple near death experiences he knew very well that it could be tomorrow or any second where his life would simply end the guy Varian took revenge on wasn’t a ordinary guy he was a “Successor” a bearer of a <Ancestral Soul> and on top of that he was quiet famous people would search the murderer of such person so it wasn’t without a guarantee that Varian wouldn’t be searched for,but even if he was found out Varian wasn’t intending on running away he would fight,but if it was hopeless then he would run of course no,reason to get killed if you can’t win.

Without a word Varian jumped off the roof and landed on a different like so we navigated through the small city searching for a shop where he would get his traveling supplies.

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“So Varian you finally decided to leave ? Not gonna lie I will miss you and your protection services these gangs nowadays are getting even more shameless every second ! I swear one of them even claimed that he owned an item in my store when he clearly tried to steal it too…anyways don’t get lost out there kid its big world and maybe you find yourself too deep into something you never even imagined before…”

The shop keeper said meaning good to Varian in a way,over the years the city and its shop owners in particular knew of Varian very well he was very known for being a bounty hunter and also a bodyguard Varian did  a lot of jobs by simple labor at first and then started to do his person services with a certain amount of coin the street gangs also especially started to get really cautious of this particular youth he was famed to have had destroyed more then 8 different gangs in different streets by catching the gang leader and bringing them to the guards in exchange of coins he was also famed as a incredible fighter,be it hand to hand or sword play no,one wanted to mess with this individual even if they would outnumber him he would always win without a scratch.

“I keep that in mind..thanks”

Varian said nodding his head towards the shopkeeper who was pulling out different items and necessities for the youths journey,while he was doing so Varian looked out of the window absentminded he noticed that the people were decorating the streets and doing all kinds of preparations seeing this made him slightly confused,but that only lasted for a few seconds until he realized what date today was…

“Old man…is today the day ?”

Varian didn’t turn around when he asked this question neither did the shopkeeper bat his eye onto youth when he replied and just concentrated on the items that were listed on the paper he got from the youth.

“Pretty much…do you think that this year our city will get a “Successor” ? I heard that last night Valvin the head splitter was assassinated by someone people are searching for the murderer since the very morning,but it seems like no one can find that bastard…(Sigh)…why does it have to be single “Successor” we have in this small city he may be a scumbag,but because of him our profit has been booming the last few years just because people want to see that son of a bitch of a “Successor” like really he may have been and idiot,but he was at least somewhat useful…”

The shopkeeper complained not mourning for that person death one bit which wasn’t surprising…Valve Hellclaw was this cities small dictator in a sense he was known to be overly cruel and playing with woman all day long,but at the same time he was also a very strong individual too he was earnest and trained moderately,but character that person was the worst scum that Varian had ever seen he couldn’t believe that someone like this had murdered his father so easily…

Feeling bitter in his mouth Varian stopped thinking about it and just sighed,soon this would all end…he thought returning back to the shopkeeper and giving him the coin her deserved for the supplies.

Later that day he continued to go shop after shop collecting debts and other items for his journey he didn’t plan on buying a horse even if it would be useful his pocket would suffer a lot if he did and walking by foot was something he was more comfortable with.

Varian didn’t have friends…no,he preferred to be alone he was a loner having friends would only distract him he believed,but now that he didn’t need to extract his revenge anymore for the first time he felt lonely it made him depressed and when he is depressed he does the same thing…he drinks…

(Gulp..Gulp Gulp)

Gurgling for a bit Varian swallowed the bitter sweet taste of the wine Varian rarely drunk alcohol he only ever drinks when he is really depressed thinking about his parents which is pretty much the only reason.

The night was long varian was laying down on top of a roof he would spend the night here and go at the sun’s notice until then he thought of simply enjoying todays festival on his own…the “Ancestral Spirit” festival that was.

3 years…time went like a blink for him he didn’t seem to have even noticed and he could still remember the last festival 3 years ago as if it was just yesterday…at the time Varian didn’t amount to much and just worked his ass off everyday he didn’t participate in the spirit festival and only watched on the sidelines watching the amazing spirits of olden times incredible warriors of the world go through the streets in a ghostly manner they always look like real humans at first until you touch them and they turn into smoke.

Alexana…Warnia…Shibun…Velkron….Amazing warriors their tales known by many people about their feats and strengths that were foretold by the elders just simply walking through dirty slums or streets looking for their “Successor” it was pretty unbelievable that such people would do something like this,but at the same time Varian wasn’t there to judge.

After all he had also once dreamed of becoming a “Successor” himself countless disappointment’s had him already realized that he wasn’t “Successor” material for these ancient spirits he was even worse then Valving which was disgusting,but also something to keep in mind…if you want to amount to anything work it for yourself…its the lesson he learned through his bitter revengeful life.

The hour was coming close and soon the spirits would arrive…Varian didn’t want to watch anymore and just decided to sleep,but then again he wasn’t sleepy thats why he tried to make himself drunk until he would nod off…the air was cool,but that didn’t bother him at all he had felt worse then this he knew that very well.

“You sure chose a extraordinary place to sleep..”

A voice said the voice immediately alarmed Varian grabbing onto his sword he rolled forward and got up…his mind was still working clearly even if he was drunk he could hold his liquor it wasn’t a problem to him.

The voice or rather the person who was now standing in front of Varian seemed to be a middle aged man with short blond hair and blue eyes…his characteristics were that of a citizen of the Glaucous kingdom…it was strange that he was inside the Smaragdine even though he was clearly a citizen from a different kingdom…did he cross the border ?

Varian thought,but he quickly dismissed all of these questions and firmly asked his sword drawn.

“Who are you ? How did you get here ? Why are you here ?”

The man didn’t answer and just stared into Varians eyes in silence his looks weren’t intimidating it was a very known fact that the Glaucous kingdom was the most peaceful one because of its people that were naturally polite and kind,but this person in front of Varian was very strange he looked as if he could cut off Varians head in one move even though he wasn’t even armed…

“Why are you being so unfriendly did you know that from where I come from when you point your towards someone you immediately challenged that person into a duel”

Varian was getting agitated by this guys indifferent attitude and prompt instead.

“Stop talking nonsense rather leave if you don’t want to get hurt”

Varian said getting ready to strike just in case,on the other side the man didn’t feel frightened by the threat at all just walked towards the edge of the roof and sat down his steps and movements were shockingly not making any sound at all…his movements were also very refined giving Varian the impression that the man in front of him could have killed him a thought,but seeing that he didn’t kill Varian yet it shows that the man actually didn’t mean any harm…but still it also meant that the man was planning something else if he was so blatant enough to show himself.

“Don’t be like this my friend I swear by my mothers name that I am not here to  cause any trouble to you even I am a man of my word especially so for my mother”

“We are no friends stranger…”

The man looked amused and suddenly he raised his hand and in that hand he held onto a cup…it was filled with red liquid inside…it was wine…

“Yes,true said we are no friends thats why lets drink and become friends I already showed you that I mean no,harm why point that weapon at me…you don’t seriously mean to kill me are you”

Varian shivered for a moment hearing the mans words he no longer had any desire to fight,but at the same time he felt uncomfortable to be with the presence of the man.

Nonetheless he ended sitting next to the man holding his own bottle the people on the streets were many mostly citizens who were trying to show off in front of the spirits in hope of becoming the “Successor” but to no avail the spirits were ignoring them not even batting an eye it was truly laughable.

While drinking his wine bottle the man who sat next to Varian spoke up for himself.

“Every 3 years this happens the warriors of olden time rise into the living and search for their one and only “Successor” not many of these spirits actually find whom they are searching for their criteries are often times just too high being proud warriors themselves they want to find the most optimal seedling that will carry their name into the future…”

“And…what do you want so with that ?”

Varian got to the point he didn’t enjoy to stay with the man he liked to have he go away as fast as possible.

“You never seem to smile do you ? You have that single frown on your face since the beginning we met even when you tried to sleep you held that frown…”

“Get back to the topic stranger…”

The man smiled feeling the small anger rise inside of Varians tone,he sipped from his cup and continued.

“What I am getting as is that these spirits in the new forsee able future won’t ever find their “Ideal” partner hell most of them are untalented people themselves getting on the top by sheer hard work finding such a perfect person to be their “Successor” is just wishful thinking”

Varian didn’t smile,but rather he snorted keeping his frown to himself.

“Then what do you think the souls should do himself stranger ? why are you even telling me this ?”

Varian replied gulping another round of the sweet bitter wine bottle he held…the man stopped drinking for a moment and looked towards Varian the light the stranger held in his eyes was mystical.

“In my opinion these spirits shouldn’t search for talents…they search for people would be willing enough to work hard for strength…”

Varian interrupted.

“Anyone can do that if they so desire..”

The stranger interjected

“Thats also wishful thinking it is true anyone can do that,but few really go through that the training most of these warriors have in mind can be hellish and needs to be executed by the most determined once if they want to succeed some even need to risk their lives if a half hearted person tries to do that he will without a doubt refuse”

Varian didn’t care he just gulped down his last drop of wine and asked his final question.

“Why are you telling me this stranger ? Why should I be concerned about this ?”

The stranger smiled and said.

“Because I see that you are truly a hard working person yourself even after 6 years you still work hard you endure sleeping in this roof and for these past 6 years you held that ugly frown of yours”

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