Mohoti

What would a man from a world of Immortals, Mythical Beasts and Mystical abilities do when his memories resurface in a mundane world? 
Weighed by the morals and rules of the said world they fall into utter boredom that leads them to a path of solace.
Sam chose the Solace of Games and by luck a game that mirroed reality came to be.
But before the Game could even start a plethora of reasons made him play with intense vigor.
For the World Of Vestia was waiting for his Epics to be sang.

[A/N: Author here, your Golden Tickets and Power stones are much appreciated. I'll try to make your contributions more worthwhile.]

The Epics Of Vestia

It was the blissful start of the weekend, the sun was up the azure sky was in view the clouds were scarse and the winds were calm.

Within the Amory/Valerian household, a heated argument was ongoing between two sons and their parents.

"It's just a small trip to cool off nothing else." Carl rubbed his temples tired of the ongoing banter.

"Then why don't you want us to come along?" Melissa fiercely questioned.

"Because it's under twenty five only." Sam answered causing the whole room to go silent.

"Are you calling me old?!" Melissa saw red, her hands were twitching and her breathes were heavy.

"N-no..." Sam stuttered as he swallowed his words not daring to trigger her anymore.

Carl seeing this sighed as he calmly begun to explain why fhey were leaving their parents.

Chapter 118: Vacation