Memories of the Forgotten

This is the 2nd chapter update that I promised in response to my long absence. Hopefully it won't be long to update this story more.

Chapter 22


The sun beat down on the small village as the sound of children laughing and playing was filling up the otherwise still air. Three boys and two girls, no more then seven or eight years old it seemed, were throwing a ball to each other in a simple game of catch. One girl had soft, short brown hair with deep blue eyes while the other had long blonde hair with lighter blue eyes. Two of the boys had black hair, one with brown eyes and the other with soft violet eyes. The third boy had rust-colored hair and green eyes.

The boy with green eyes threw the ball up, towards one of the girls. She caught it effortlessly before passing it to her female companion to toss to one of the boys. Suddenly a voice was heard, calling out toward them.

"Aivon! It's time to come in!"

The green-eyed boy turned to his companions. "Alright guys, looks like I gotta go. Same time tommarrow?"

"Of course Aivon."

The four waved to the child Aivon, who also waved back before heading in the direction of his home. He knew his mother was there, waiting for him to come home with dinner at the ready, and also to ask how his day was. Aivon loved his mother, and although he never knew about his own father, this never disturbed him. He had a parent, one who loved and cherished him and that was all he needed.

Stepping inside the house, he closed the door and ran up to his mother, giving her a firece hug. "And how was my little man today?"

"Good. Me and my friends had lots of fun together."

"Is that so? Come on and tell me more about it."

And all throughout dinner, that was what he proceeded to do.

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"Spire!" Aivon placed his hand down on the ground, as a large spiked rock appeared in front of him a few feet away. Satisfied with this, he began to channel more of his earth magic.

It had been like this ever since Midas had been forced into his old self, the self that he had hoped been buried forever when he gained the will to act on his own. Aivon was training now, to build up his level of magic and hopefully master any other new spells that would help him take down what he knew to be his next enemy. And although Aivon knew he could now use more of his own demonic power to speed up the journey, no longer having to wait around with others, he decided to focus more on training. Besides, he had all the time he needed. At least, he thought.

"Earth Dragon!" Out of the ground, came the dragon shaped mass of earth as it raised up and headed toward the spire. The spell smashed into the rock, destroying it completely and creating a large amount of smoke and dust to fill the air.

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He felt oddly seperate from the others, and it more then the fact that he was standing quite a distance from them.

A few boys, some of them he had known since his early childhood days, were playing around. And how much he wished he could go back to those carefree days spent playing with his friends. Back when there were no worries, no complications. Nothing getting in the way of having fun.

The children were playing with wooden, toy swords. They had been pretending to be fencing as they laughed and joked with each other. After a few minutes of this, one of them struck his 'victim' in the chest, upon which he had staggered and fell, pretending to die a most gruesome death. After a few more laughs, the boy who had 'slain' the other, gathered togather with the other boys and gave a cheer. It was then they noticed him.

"Hey! Aivon come and play! You can be the brave hero and I'll be the demon to slay!" the boy who had 'won' their little game said.

But Aivon merely shook his head. "No thanks. My mother wants me to help her today... maye another time." With that he turned and walked away.

How much he had wanted to play with them, they never knew. And how much it had hurt him to see what he aw, they would never realize. In truth, he had no errand with his mother for today. He woud have loved to play a game with his long time friends. But that game... no it was not for him.

Entering his house, he wandered to his room and shut the door behind him. He then pulled off one of his gloves and looked to his hand. But it was no longer a hand, more shaped like a claw. worse yet were with scales that had covered part of his wrist. He knew this had also affected his other hand, which was why he had always worn gloves for the past few months. To hide this... thing that was happening to him.

"Am I... what am I? A demon? Mom said... she said that..."

He gripped his head in frustration. He still vividly remembered that night, which felt like eons ago, when everything changed. His body was hurting all over and he had been forced to lay in bed. That night he tossed and turned in his sleep, plagued by nightmares and when he awoke he found claws instead of hands and his bedsheets torn to shreds. It had scared him out of his mind and for the next few days he refused to leave his room.

It was then that his mother had explained everything to him, including why he never had known his father. It had taken a few weeks after breaking the news to him for the shock to wear off, but he still had a sense of security. His mother had not abandoned him and still cared. It was all he could ever want. And yet still, seeing his friends playing, living their happy, normal lives made him once more realize the sad truth. He was nothing like them, could never grow up the same way. It had been robbed from him, the chance to live his life the way he wanted to, perhaps even from the moment of his birth.

Aivon sat down, hugging himself as his body leaned against the door and cried. It was not the first time, and would not be the last.

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Before the dust even had a chance to clear, Aivon once again summoned his magic power. Focusing all his might, he placed him hand on the ground. The dust began to swirl around him, as bits of the earth rose up and became a twister surrounding his body. "Sand-"

But before he could even finish casting the spell, the magic faded and the dust and earth settled. "Damn it. Still need to work on that." He had not even realized that he had skipped lunch to continue working on his magic, but then again that was more of the point. He had been wanted to test his power under extreme conditions, and lack of food seemed to be a good start. After all, a powerful enemy wasn't going to let him eat a snack to recover his energy halfway through the battle.

Removing his cloak and gloves, Aivon wipped the sweat off his face as a cool, refreshing breeze had come by. His body felt warm, but there was no place to take a well deserved bath, so this breeze was all he could get. Not that he complained about it. Deciding on something to eat before he attempted his new spell again, Aivon set up a fire and thought about what to cook.

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It was quiet that night, not a sound to be heard as Aivon stood at the edge of his hometown. He had made up his mind about what to do. After two years of hiding it, hiding this condition which even he did not know the extension of, Aivon had decided. He took a step when a voice called.

"You don't have to do this."

Aivon recongized that voice, but refused to turn around. He knew his mother would try to stop him, known all along that she would not let him go without a fight. But he could not bear to turn and see her face, because if he did, he felt as though he would lose his nerve and forgo his plans.

"Please don't try to stop me mother."

"Aivon... my son. We could make it work!"

"No mother. It's too dangerous. What would people think if they found out? We can't hide it forever."

Aivon could not bear to stand seeing his mother in that situation. He couldn't begin to imagine the scorn she would recieve for having raised a demon-child. She would be nothing short of an outcast in her own home, people refusing to even go near her. And AIvon knew that his own life would be harsh as well. If he was lucky enough to escape death, they would run him out of town anyway. No one would dare let a demon live amoung them.

It would have to be a secret, a secret to take to the grave. No one would ever know other them his mother, what he truely was.

"Please Aivon... please try."

"I cannot do that mother. I have to do this."

Aivon had packed about two weeks worth of supplies that he was carrying with him. He had made his choice to move away, somewhere far away where no one had even heard of him. There, somehow, he would make his living. True it was risky, but the stakes were even higher if he chose to remain. At least if someone out there were to find out about him, it would only affect him.

Even more then his demon look was the fact he had been tuned in with some magic. Although he was certain he knew where it had come from, teaching himself how to control it would be a chore, one that he was certain to master over his journey. Something he never knew, would be his destiny to master.

"Mother, I love you too much to put your through an ordeal like this... But it must be so. Farewell."

With that he walked off, never turning back to see his home again. He couldn't bear to look back to where all his memories were, the memories of his childhood and the love that he shared with the only family he had. He never knew it would be the last time he could see his mother, never knew that he would never see this place again. He only had one thought that consumed him, one that would take several years to reach and obtain. I was a goal that he would achieve with the help of a human Destined and a traveling angel.

'I'll find the person responsible for making me this way... and I'll make him pay for abandoning us and forcing these things upon us...'

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The cold night air did wonders on Aivon's hot body. He had worked himself to exhaustion, yet never felt more alive. He missed his son Dosa and his wife Sophia and could only imagine how they were holding up without him around. He could almost imagine his son telling Resas, "You'll see! My dad will beat all the bad guys up! He's the best, so he won't lose!" This thought alone brought a smile to his face.

The more he thought about his family, the more he bagan to realize just how he would break the news to Dosa, what fate awaited him when he too grew older. The curse that had been set down upon their family for what would be generations. The demon's blood that would flow in the viens of even his great-grandchildren should the family line ever continue that far.

Shrugging these thoughts away, Aivon settled himself to sleep.