Chapter 2 - Transmigrating (2/2)
But first things first I needed a name and ” A mistake” wasn't working. I would gain strength and knowledge. Gain wealth, fame and most importantly find love. I closed my eyes and thought of a name, one which would soon define me, and I got it....Perseus. Perseus D Dracarys.
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Calming down , I sat down and began to meditate as to collect my thoughts and think clearly. I went deep into my consciousness and I saw a floating orb, most probably my gifts. I slowly began to merge with the orb, and finally after an hour or so I had succeeded, and it was like a dam had broken. I felt a rush of power engulf me and saw small but very noticeable glow around my body.
Cracks began to form in floor and walls due to the magical pressure being released by me. I tried willing it to stop and it slowly began to vanish, I realized that i right now had the magical reserves which were probably well beyond someone my age and probably nearing a mȧturėd teenager, most likely due to my wishes.
As I got up, I saw that room I was previously murdered in, it was dark and dirty. Slowly I reached out to the door and opened it, and as I walked out into the hallway I saw the dead body of a women in her late twenties, heavily injured and surrounded by a sea of blood. Strangely though, looking at the gruesome sight I felt nothing. It was strange the dead body right in front of me, it was of my mother's , the women who had given birth to me and yet i felt nothing towards it. No love,no hate ... nothing.
Perhaps pity and sadness towards what could've formed a proper bond, but other than that...nothing.
As I gazed upon the room I was in, I also saw the body of the drunken oaf that had tortured me for years lying on the floor unconscious, with an insufferable stench being emitted from him. And from where I don't know but I suddenly felt an endless amount rage and hatred towards it, towards the pain and torture it caused me and for murdering me. My emotions raged out and it was rampant like a raging fire. But then I saw the room lighting up slowly, due the very light being emitted from my hand.
And to my surprise it was covered in a small flame and saw small sparks of lightening surrounding the flame. It drew me out of my rage and startled me. This was probably something similar to accidental magic which young wizards have when they are young and it probably happened due to my strong emotional turmoil.
The flames covered my hands, and as I tried to feel my magic and release it, the flames grew larger. Now about the size of small tennis ball. It was beautiful with reddish flames. It didn't feel hot, it was warm and it slowly covered my hand, it didn't burn anything which was strange. It was as though the flames were comforting me, calming me.
As i came out of my stupor, I calmed my rage, I had to think what i was going to do. I couldn't live alone here and more importantly I needed to have vengeance. So I quickly looked around around the house and found about 1500 pounds, I quickly took it along with some of my so called cloths, which were basically rags and walked out of the house.
Because the house was in the deep slums of London and it was away from other houses,and since it was dark, I decided to burn it down. To burn my past, and be reborn a new. And so gathering as much of my energy and hatred I could, I managed to make an intense fireball, a little larger than a tennis ball, but I felt the immense heat of the flames being released.
Closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, I opened them with a new resolve and threw the fireball towards the wretched wooden house, instantly causing it to explode and light up in flames.
I turned around and walked into the darkness as the flames raged on behind me, the journey of Perseus D Dracarys had just begun.
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