Chapter 0 - Prologue: A Fairy Tale of an Angel (1/2)
This tale has been passed down for generations but only within a very specific and unique place.
In a time long past, a male youth awoke from a very long slumber.
“Who am I?” The youth curiously asked.
People answered.
You are a child, a lost boy, a pitiful orphan….
Others looked down upon the youth.
You are an idiot, a beggar, a motherless dirt-bag!
There were even those that just cursed to the youth.
So he punished the person who cursed him.
That one person returned with ten additional people for revenge.
So, he punished the ten people, but then an additional hundred people returned.
Later the hundred people turned into thousands.
“Get out of my Kingdom,” the King who led the thousands of people said.
However, the youth rejected the King’s command.
“I don’t want to. But if you tell me who I am, I will leave.”
“Only the wise man with the knowledge of the entire world will know.”
“Then I must find the wise man.”
The youth left, and the King ridiculed the youth.
“He will be searching for hundreds of years. How could a wise man with all the knowledge of this world ever exist?”
The youth spent a hundred years looking for the wise man, and found the man.
“Who am I?” The youth asked the wise man.
The wise man didn’t answer and simply presented the youth with a book.
“All the knowledge of this world can be found in books.”
The youth read through the book, but he still could not find the answer.
So, the wise man taught the youth of the biggest library of this world.
The youth traveled on foot for many many days until he reached the largest library of this world.
After reading through hundreds and thousands of books, the youth finally found the answer to his question.
“I am an angel.”
The philosophers of the library did not believe in the youth’s words.
“Then prove to us that you are an angel.”
The youth had no way to prove to anyone that he was an angel.
So, he left on a journey to find another angel to prove that he indeed was an angel.
The youth continued to search for another hundred years.
He traveled to mountains that went higher than the sky, and discovered places far above the clouds.
He swam together with fishes whose eyes glowed of light, and finally after enduring a very long time he found the land of angels.
However, the angel who guarded the land of angels blocked the youth’s path.
“Am I an angel?” the youth asked.
“I have never seen an angel without wings. You do not have wings.” The angel replied.
“All angels have wings?”
“Angels who don’t have wings are the fallen and corrupt.”
“I want to ask other angels.”
“If you cannot beat me, you cannot enter.”
The youth fought against the angel.
However, the youth could not gain the upper hand against the angel who wielded a spear and shield.
“I am the weakest angel and you lost against me, you cannot possibly be an angel.”
The youth was very upset.
“I didn’t have any weapons like you.”
“Angels are given weapons like this on the day of our birth. Seeing that you don’t have one, it must mean that you are not an angel.”
“Then I will return after finding a weapon like yours.”
The youth left the land of angels.
The youth left on a journey to find the world’s best blacksmith.
“Please make me a weapon so that I can fight against angels.”
However, the black smith couldn’t make such a weapon.
“According to legends, only dwarfs have the skill to craft such weapons.”
So the youth asked,
“Where do dwarfs live?”
“They live underground.”
“How do I find the place?”
“The elves know.”
The youth left to search for elves.
The blacksmith mocked the youth.
“Someone still believes in the existence of elves and dwarfs. He won’t find anything even if he searches for a hundred years.”
The youth spent ten years looking for elves with the knowledge of the land of dwarfs.
Finally, the youth met an elf who was familiar with the dwarfs.
The elf taught the youth of three underground tunnels.
The first tunnel belonged to raccoons.
The second tunnel belonged to bears.
The third tunnel was the gate which led to the land of dwarfs.
The youth didn’t take long to find the best black smith among the dwarfs.
“Please make me a weapon which could defeat angels.”
The dwarf black smith rejected his request.
“We dwarfs never fight against angels.”
“You’re not the one fighting them.”
“They will seek vengeance against us.”
“If you don’t make it then I will punish you.”
“You do not scare me.”
So, the youth destroyed the stone pillar which supported the underground city of dwarfs
The blacksmith ran to the Dwarf King in fright.
The Dwarf King approached the youth with a proposal.
“We need umparoton in order to craft a weapon which could defeat angels.”
“Where can I find it?”
“There will be many round rocks in the center of the land of angels. That is umparoton.”
“I will bring you one.”
The youth returned to the land of angels.
The Dwarf King jeered.
“He will be killed by angels when he tries to steal the rock. He has no idea how precious they are.”
The youth returned to the land of angels.
However, he did not steal them.
The youth asked the angel who stood guard.
“I returned to this place for an umparoton stone. I only need one.”
“Why do you need it?”
“I need it to make a weapon to fight against you.”
“It will be useless even if I bring you one. No blacksmiths in this world can craft with this rock.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
The angel who was annoyed thought of a trick.
“If you cannot find a blacksmith that can craft a weapon with this rock, you must carry this rock on your back for your entire life. Understand?”
“That’s fine.”
The youth carried the umparoton stone on his back and left the land of angels.
The guard mocked the youth.
“The only species who can craft anything from umparoton stones are dwarfs, and dwarfs never dare to fight against angels. They will never craft it for him. I can finally punish that youth.”
The youth brought the umparoton stone to the dwarf.
The Dwarf King was shocked.
He never thought the youth would be able to bring the stone.
“Here, now make a weapon for me.”
The Dwarf King contemplated and spoke.
“Three dwarf master blacksmiths will make three different types of weapons, you can take only one.”
“I only need one.”
“You promise?”
“You promised!”
The King ordered the three master blacksmiths to make weapons.
The first weapon was a hammer which could be thrown and in turn would boomerang back to the user.
The second weapon was a sword which could cut through anything.
The last, was an unbreakable pole.
The Dwarf King used trickery.
When the hammer is thrown, it would kill its user.
The handle of the sword which could cut through everything was also a blade itself.
The unbreakable pole was too heavy that nobody could manage to carry it.