The Legend of The Most Powerful Human in Mythical Land

There was a legend about the most powerful human in the mythical land. It said that this human was the last of its kind. Because its ancestors were already hunted down by the beasts that starved for power. They had been slaved and slayed, they were murdered mercilessly.

Carol Jade was seven years old when she woke up with cold sweats covering her entire body. It was cold outside the house. Little Carol felt nauseous and her head was heavy with burning sensation around her eyes.

"Mom," her voice was hoarse.

"Yes, sweetheart?" her mother answered her from outside her room, didn't bother to open the door.

"Ugh," Carol whined. She got out of her bed, "My eyes felt like burning."

"Come downstairs, I'll make you a bowl of porridge." Her foot steps were disappearing slowly.

She rubbed her eyes impatiently while leaving her bed, blinking once or twice. She walked through the hallway with all her might, tried to figure out what had made her head felt like exploding. She couldn't find the answer of course. There was nothing special the day before.

"Mom," she called from the kitchen's doorway. It was so reassuring finding her mother's back there. "My eyes were itching and burning."

The woman who had been washing the dishes, turned her back, facing her little girl. Her eyes widened upon seeing her daughter eyes reddened.

"Oh gosh. What happened to your eyes?" She hugged her daughter by the shoulders then guided her to a stool near the kitchen bar. "I'll warm some water for you to wash your face."

Carol nodded, still rubbing her eyes.

"Stop rubbing," she touched Carol hand and patted her head. "It will go eventually."

Carol pouted and sighed. She waited for her mother patiently, blinking some more.

"Here," a cup was placed in front of her. Carol could smell honey and an unfamiliar scent from the steam. "Drink this before I wash your face."

She drank the warm drink without asking. The steam that brushed her face made her eyes a little bit better. Her mother placed a metal basin near the cup, took the empty cup and placed it in washbasin. A blue towel was placed on the edge of the warm water basin. Carol's mother who stand across her daughter took a deep breath, glancing at a calendar that hung on the wall.

"Mom?" Carol called, wondering why her mother seemed lost to her thought.

"Oh, I'm sorry, dear," she smiled then took the towel. She dipped it in the water then squeezed it so the excessive water trickled down. She washed her daughter face carefully.

"Do you remember I promised you to tell a story?" asked the woman with coffee colour hair.

"Oh, the legend?" she asked, some excitements sparked in her heart. "Yes, about the most powerful human."

"Do you want to hear more about it?"

"Absolutely."

Her mother smiled and shook her already messy hair. Carol whose eyes already felt much better, could see her mother's unusual expression. She couldn't read the meaning behind them.

The story begun about the whole mythical land that contained with ordinary human, magical creatures and power holder human living side by side peacefully. There were rules that said that power holder are not allowed to do politics. All the political issues, rules and administrative sections were hold by the ordinary human who had been elected fairly by the other ordinary human and the power holder. They are genius, ambitious, yet assertive. Those people didn't need power to be a leader.

"What is the difference between ordinary human with power holder? We are both human, aren't we?" Carol couldn't quite keep up with the story.

"Power holder divided by two," Carol's mother brushed her little daughter. "One, those ordinary human who talented enough to learn magic, most ordinary human aren't talented enough to learn. Two, those who were born with the power. The later were the most powerful among power holder."

Little Carol nodded, lost in her thought. Her mother left the basin then carry her daughter to living room. The sat on the couch by a large window.

"Which one are you mom?" said the daughter. Her eyes were glistening with curiousity.

"I am the first one of course," her mother took a hair brush that tucked on the corner of the couch. She brushed her daughter hair gently. "By now, the later is considered a legend."

Carol's eyes widened, "Why?"

"Because all of them were dead."

Carol's pink lips made an 'O'. She didn't know why she felt a sudden shiver.

Her mother kept her mouth shut. She examined her daughter as if asking permission to continue or not.

"Go on, Mom," Carol said reluctantly.

The story went to the reason behind why they are all dead. Her mother said that the birth rate of the natural power holder was rare since the beginning. They are special existence.

"There were some rumours that since the political leader who we called Prime Minister are ordinary human, they will kept one of the most powerful power holder as their advisor," she pulled her daughter to sat at her lap. "But other power holder were greedy. They wanted to be the Minister. They were questioning why they should follow an ordinary human. They tried to take the government but to no avail. Because the most powerful human and the most altruistic existence were behind them."

Carol eyes were glistening once more. She got excited. "Tell me more."

"Then those power holder changed their plan. They made an opposition organisation then kidnapped the advisors first. Then carried out a coup d'etat."

"But you said the advisors were the most powerful power holder. Why couldn't they fight back?" she whined.

"They didn't want to fight back. They prefer to be killed than let the war begun."

Carol looked unsatisfied. Her little self could not accept how the story went on.

"What were they called? And why they were rare?" Carol pout.

"Born under the blood moon, those children must be the descendants of power holder mother and ordinary human father. We called them, The Seer."

Carol eyes widened upon hearing the name, "Cool."

"But not all those who were born with those two conditions became The Seer. The Seers had unnoticed eyes colour and hair. Their appearance would changed by the seventh blood moon. But most of them couldn't pass the seventh blood moon. Because the changing processes were too hard for the age."

Again, little Carol couldn't quite interpretated her mother's expression. She looked anxious and sad.

"You are a strong kid, Carol."