Years of Lessons

Ten years have past since Xerxes had made his promise. He was no longer just some small weakling of a child. He was of average build and now roughly five feet eight inches tall with long hair that stopped just beyond his shoulders. His hair was jet black and his eyes ,still full of anger towards the world, had turned red while what once were the whites of his eyes were now as dark as an abyss.

All these years Xerxes had been alone wondering from here to there. Mostly staying to himself, but if he wanted to keep the promise he had made he knew he had to learn as much as he could. So periodically over the years he would find himself in Destra learning of the world, and also trying to understand how his power worked exactly.

When he was around nine years of age he learned that mana is what determines a persons strength. He also found out that all creatures had mana, but only about one tenth of the living humans were able to use their mana to cast spells, or use physical enhancements. He wondered if there was some way to increase that power within himself or would he always have the same amount of power.

So every day for six years Xerxes practiced both elemental magic and enhancing magic. He quickly learned that he had no affinity for neither earth, water, nor light magic. However he did have a high affinity for dark, enhancement, and fire magic. He wasn't quite sure how he stacked up to other mana manipulators, but a crater than he accidentally left in a remote section of the forest with one {Black Fire Bomb} spell made him believe that he was pretty adept with both dark and fire.

He had also learned that if you wanted to make money as a manipulator you had to be certified. Which means he would have to register with a guild within any of the major cities in the region. The guilds would do jobs for the people, anything from killing monsters that found their way too close to the city or even shady back ally deals that end in an assassination.

Xerxes did not like the idea, but he knew that if he was to be the G.o.D that he would have to face the world as it was and begin to make a real living for himself. Not just scavenging the forest and sleeping in low hanging limbs. After all a God is something for people to fear, and there was one man within the city that Xerxes was dying to bring his wrath upon. After ten years the name was sewn into his brain. Duke Francis.

And with that thought Xerxes began his journey to the city of Destra.