At the rear end of the Ironfell Castle, was a garden, awash with flowers and trees of every kind, its bright colors contrasting so beautifully.
The white-haired boy sat at the bottom of a huge Eucalyptus tree, his legs crossed as he calmly browsed through his system and humd a song from his forr world.
This was the sa garden where he had received the storage ring from his grand-sire, a gift he would probably trade in the future as he had no need for it now.
His solitude was interrupted by a brown-haired boy who slowly walked towards him.
"Ah! Zaheer! Fancy seeing you here." Jacob spoke first, "I had no idea you stayed back at the castle, I hope the servants are treating you well?"
"Yes, I stayed." Zaheer had a worried look on his face "To be honest, I don’t know how I would face my sect leader, but I’m also worried about Jasmine." Zaheer said, plopping down beside the white-haired boy.
Jacob studied him for a mont and turned his gaze back to his status screen, he wanted to ask who Jasmine was, but he felt it better to not ddle in the affairs of his new friend, not yet.
"I’m sure Jasmine misses you too," said Jacob, with a faint smile on his face.
Zaheer gave a slight nod in response,acknowledging that he also shared the sa thoughts.
"By the way Jacob, I’ve been aning to ask."
"What is it?"
"How are you so strong? I haven’t seen you train much since I got here, all you do is spend your ti lost in thought."
Jacob chuckled inwardly, of course Zaheer would think that, after all, he couldn’t see the status screen.
He avoided answering for a while, and then he finally spoke, "I just am, I was born that way I guess... think of it like this, I’m kind of like Superman."
"Super... man? I’ve never heard of that before."
"You’ve never heard of Superman? You have a lot to learn my friend."
Jacob proceeded to narrate a bunch of stories about superheroes from his forr world, he could see the gleams of excitent in Zaheer’s eyes as he listened keenly. Surely the boy thought all these stories were original and Jacob had made them up on the spot.
"I never knew you were such a good story teller Jacob," Zaheer smiled, his worried look had disappeared by now.
"I’m glad you think so."
_ _ _
Another five years passed by swiftly, and the boy was on the cusp of his 16th birthday, he stood gracefully by his gold studded window fra, gazing out onto the field full of soldiers and servants.
He stood at six foot five. His blue eyes cold and unwavering. He had grown into a spectacle of a man.
He turned around and moved in short strides towards the mirror, holding his chest in a dramatic pose as his reflection gazed back at him.
’What do I even call this at this point?’ He mused, ’Surely this is beyond narcissism.’
A faint smile played on his lips as he sat on the edge of the bed, he had it all, but he never imagined it would be this boring, he longed for the world beyond him, the journey, the experiences.
He looked on as Karron patrolled the skies, the silver dragon that belonged to his father, its wings spread out about 4 ters long, it was a mighty beast indeed.
No one dared approach the castle with ill intent while Karron scoured above ground.
’I should just change my na to Rapunzel.’ The blue eyed boy thought, letting out a small laugh.
His strength had increased significantly over the years, and so had his affinities. At this age he was already at Peak Divine Realm with a lot of room for improvent.
_ _ _
Later that evening the clang of tal swords could be heard from the castle arena.
CLANG!
CLANK!
A few minutes later and Xenia bowed on one knee, breathing and sweating profusely. The boy, unperturbed, walked over to her and stretched forth his hand, pulling her up slowly.
"Surely you’ve had enough," said Jacob, wiping his sword with his Royal cloak. His expression unfazed as he looked at his personal servant.
"You grow stronger by the day... young master," she said, steadying her self and evening out her breath.
"..."
Jacob remained silent, his eyes fixed on Excalibur.
"I’ll go clean myself up, young master, I could probably do with a change of clothes as well." She shuffled her feet and turned her back towards the teenage boy.
"Wait."
She stopped in her tracks, but she didn’t turn back, she waited eagerly for what the young master had to say.
"Xenia I an no disrespect, but I’ve trained with you over the years, and it is very obvious now that I’ve attained a level that is beyond you, perhaps I’m in need of a challenge."
She smiled faintly, she too had grown tired of losing to the boy who was less than half her age, but as a servant it wasn’t her place to question things like this.
"You’re right, young master, perhaps you should speak to the Patriarch or the Lord about it, see what they think of it." Xenia said in her ever cheerful manner.
Jacob nodded his head and watched as the young-old woman walked away. Boredom wasn’t in his nature, in his past life he always had his novels and comics to keep him company, here there was nothing of the sort.
He walked out of the arena, the sun had dipped below the horizon and night was fast approaching, he moved slowly along the field, which was cleared as most of the fighters had retired to their posts or for the night.
He suddenly felt a strange presence, one that made the hairs behind his neck stand at attention.
He turned around but found no one, he was t with silence, but when he turned again he saw two figures, one of them stood in a crouched position, digging his fingers into the ground and sniffing the dirt.
The other stood, a big scar laid bare across his chest, the crouched one had hair colored dark-silver, the other with hair of golden-yellow.
They both possessed cat-like eyes and a very ominous presence.
"Who knew we’d find him in the open like this," the golden haired one spoke. His voice was deep, affirming.
"If it weren’t for that darn dragon... kid do you know how hard it was to get past that dragon?" The silver haired one croaked, his hands sharply pulling out two blades from behind him.
"Who are you?" Jacob asked loudly, from his observation he could already tell that the two of them were related.
’What the fuck?’ Jacob thought, ’what are two demons from Helmand doing here?’
Contracted assassins belonging to the Demon Realm of Helmand, powerful demonic twins possessing the power of Hellish fire and ash. Bound by contract to track down, annihilate and devour the souls of whoever their contractor wills.
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