An old man sat beside the young boy. Staring at the sky the boy was looking at.
The old man asked the boy.
"Why do you hate the world so much?"
"Because the Truth hurts."
Said the boy after a minute, the snow slowly falling on his face.
"The truth?"
"Yeah, everyone says it like I can't hear them."
The old man turned to the boy, looking at the young boy whose hair was covered in snow. The man pushed snow away from the boy's hair to see gray hair. He then looked at the sky again, with a smile creeping up his old face.
"What do they say then?"
The boy looked at the old man, with no emotion left in his gray eyes.
"That i was never met to be, left unfated to have anything, to die alone, never be better than anyone."
The man began to laugh. To long, to creeply, to be normal. The old man stopped laughing and looked at the boy and said in a heavy voice.
"Then find the lie in everything boy, but if you like to see the truth."
The man looks back at the sky, his eyes reflecting the red sky in his blue eyes.
"I will live tomorrow."
The man began to stand and walk away, the boy looking at him began to leave too. The boy looked at the walking old man, before someone screamed at the boy to come back.
The next day the boy looked at the old man's body, a kind smile was left on the man's face, but he was dead. The boy's face had a creepy smile on it. As the boy left, he looked at the gray sky, with his tiny voice he asked no one.
"Why…"
***
[You have slain an Awakened Monster, Stone Saint.]
[Wake Up, Lesser! Your nightmare is over.]
[Prepare for appraisal]
In the endless black void, between the space of the dream and reality, Lesser sits down. His hair is longer covered in dust, but still his gray hair made it hard to see dust. Looking at the star and the silver light strings.
"So that's what it looks like. Beautiful."
A smile began to creep on his face. His mind was distracted by the sky, eyes reflecting the star and strings like they were carved in gray stones. Not waiting on him, the Spell informed him.
[You have received a Memory: Stalwart Chisel]
He smiled, like he did not hear the spell speaking. Looking at the sky, on the endless silver strings that form the spell. Forever moving, forever forming, forever changing.
The Spell began to echo in the endless void.
[Aspirant! your trial is over.]
[A sculptor, charmed by the status made by Choice, he saw. He tried to create, to understand, but destroyed his making, killing the truth speaking slave, and ending the broken statue. Unseen to fate, but the Night saw.]
[You have defeated a Dormant Beast: Routh Statue.]
[You have defeated a Dormant human, name unknown.]
[You have defeated an Awakened Monster, Stone Saint.]
[You have been seen by Choice.]
[You have been seen by Night.]
[You have achieved something glorious.]
[Final appraisal: excellent.]
Finally slapping out his mind, he finally listened to the Spell. His smile slowly fell. He was surprised that the spell gave him an excellent appraisal, for what he thought he should have been given great or good results not excellent. He wanted to know who Choice or Night where or what they were. Tried to summon his runes, but the spell was not done speaking.
[Dreamer Lesser, receive your boon!]
[You Aspect is ready to evolve. Evolve Aspect?]
"Yes… wait what!"
Lesser's face, full of surprise, began to form a creepy smile. Not knowing what happened, forgetting to summing his rune, but now fully consecrating to what the Spell was saying.
[Awakened Aspect Carver is evolving…]
[New Aspect acquired.]
[Aspect rank: Sacred.]
Lesser's body froze. Looking slowly up to the star, with horror.
[Aspect Name: Sculpture.]
His mind, not following what happened, began to wonder if he ever had heard if someone had ever had a Sacred Aspect, but nothing came to mind. He then began to think of why a sculpture was ranked as Sacred. Summon his runes.
Name: Lesser Silverlight
True Name: —
Rank: Dreamer
Soul Core: Dormant
Soul Fragment: 6/1000
Memories: [Hard Mallet], [Light Robe], [Stalwart Chisel].
He saw three memories but he did not have time to look at them, so he continued to look down.
Echoes: —
Attributes: [Unfated], [Mark of Divinity], [Scribe] [Stringer].
He felt something when pass where his echo should be, but nothing was new. As his eyes came across where his attributes were he saw a new attribute.
'What [Mark of Divinity]. What is that, not now.'
Not to be distracted by his attributes he looked down some more, but not so long down, he saw what he was looking for.
Aspect: [Sculptore].
Aspect Rank: Sacred
Aspect Description: [You watch Choice's creations, to learn how they make their status come to life. Only making fakes, you desire glow only higher. To make a statue matching Choice's Creations.]
Innate Ability: [Sculpting].
Ability Description: [You can turn your creation into an echo.]
Looking at the description, Lesser began to think at what it meant, then look at what was new. The innate ability that was new, never heard of this, but maybe it only is for Sacred and above. To turn what he makes into an echo, that was amazing. He has heard of powers that make memoirs, they were rare, but making an echo, that is extremely rare.
'So… maybe that's why I felt something.'
Turning up his runes to his Attributes most was the same, but [Mark of Divinity] was new. Before he looked closer at his rune the Spell Spoke Again.
[The First Seal is broken.]
[Awakening dormant powers…]
Lesser's body begins to feel stronger. His soul began to shake, but it slowly turned pleasant then screaming pain to turn calm. Again the circle of pleasant to pain then calm began again.
Slowly he felt it, it was coming from his heart. No his soul, the power felt like it was his from the very beginning, only awakening now. Lesser fell to the water floor in the void. His mind felt sharper and clearer, more awake, but extremely painful.
Under his awakening, the Spell continued to speak. Not letting him mind to calm down from resisting the pain, again and again.
[Awakening Aspect Ability…]
His mind in the gape of pain, eyes reflecting the sky, saw slowly that the silver strings move clearer and shining even more strongly in the void sky.
[Aspect Ability acquired.]
[Aspect Ability Name: Carving.]
His eyes turn to the description of his ability. His soul is still screaming, the mind still in pain.
His body lying on the floor.
Ability Description: [You can carve power into your works.]
His mind about to pass out from the pain, heard the Spell.
[All power has a Price.]
[You have received a Flaw.]
[Your flaw is: Mark of Trust.]
His mind passed out before reading its description.