chapter 11: A NEW BEGINNING

Ryker, Maverick, Gorthok, Thane, and Kael gently lifted Demos' body, careful not to exacerbate his injuries. They began the arduous journey up the mountain, their footsteps slow and labored.

As they climbed, they couldn't help but glance back at the carnage below. The creatures lay scattered, their bodies broken and still. Demos had fought bravely, and his warriors knew that they owed him their lives.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, they reached the top of the mountain. The air was crisp and clean, and the warriors could see for miles in every direction.

They laid Demos' body down gently, their faces etched with concern. Ryker knelt beside him, his hand on Demos' shoulder.

"Demos, can you hear me?" Ryker asked again, his voice shaking with worry.

But Demos remained unconscious, his body still and silent. His warriors exchanged worried glances, their faces etched with fear. They knew that Demos had suffered severe injuries, and they feared for his life.

As they waited anxiously for Demos to awaken, a strange glow began to emanate from his body. It was soft and pulsing, and it seemed to be coming from within Demos himself.

Ryker, Maverick, Gorthok, Thane, and Kael exchanged curious glances. They had never seen anything like this before. Suddenly, Demos' body began to twitch and convulse, his muscles tensing and relaxing in a strange, rhythmic pattern.

The warriors watched in amazement as Demos' body began to glow with an intense, pulsing light. The light grew brighter and brighter, until it was like a small sun, shining brightly on the mountain top.

And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the light vanished. Demos' body lay still and silent once more, his chest rising and falling with slow, steady breaths.

Ryker, Maverick, Gorthok, Thane, and Kael breathed a collective sigh of relief. Demos was alive, and it seemed that he was going to be okay. But as they looked down at his peaceful face, they couldn't shake the feeling that something was different, something that they couldn't quite put their finger on.

THREE MOONS AFTER

Demos slowly opened his eyes, groggily taking in his surroundings. He was lying in a lush grassland, surrounded by tall blades of green grass that swayed gently in the breeze. He tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washed over him, forcing him to lie back down.

As he lay there, Demos' memories began to return. He remembered the battle with the creatures, and how he had fought to protect his warriors. But something felt off. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he had a nagging sense of unease.

Demos tried to sit up again, and this time he managed to stay upright. He looked around, taking in the familiar faces of his warriors. Ryker, Maverick, Gorthok, Thane, and Kael were all sitting nearby, watching him with concerned expressions.

"Demos, thank the gods you're awake," Ryker said, relief etched on his face. "We were worried sick about you."

Demos rubbed his temples, trying to clear the fog from his mind. "What...what happened?" he asked, his voice shaking slightly.

Maverick leaned forward, his eyes serious. "You fought off the creatures, Demos. You saved us all. But...but you were badly hurt. We thought you e were going to die you."

Demos' eyes widened as the memories came flooding back. He remembered the battle, and how he had fought to protect his warriors. But there was something else, something that nagged at the back of his mind.

"How long...how long have I been asleep?" Demos asked, his voice filled with a growing sense of unease.

Gorthok hesitated before answering. "Three moons, Demos. You've been asleep for three moons."

Demos' eyes snapped open, his mind racing with questions. What had happened during those three days? And why did he feel so...different?

As Demos sat up, he began to inspect his body. He was surprised to find that his wounds had healed at an alarming rate. But what caught his attention were the strange markings on his skin.

They looked like intricate, swirling patterns that ran along his veins, pulsing with a subtle, blue-gray energy. Demos' eyes widened as he turned his hands over, studying the markings in awe.

He noticed that the patterns seemed to be concentrated on his hands and arms, with smaller, intricate designs spreading across his chest and torso. Demos' mind raced with questions. What were these markings? And how had they gotten there?

As he looked closer at his hand, Demos noticed something else. A series of markings ran from his fingertips, up his arm, across his chest, and onto his torso. They were intricate and complex, with tiny lines and patterns that seemed to shift and writhe like living things.

Demos' eyes followed the markings as they ran up his arm, across his chest, and onto his torso, his mind reeling with wonder and confusion. What did these markings mean? And why had they appeared on his skin?

Demos looked at his warriors, his eyes searching for answers. "What's going on?" he asked, his voice filled with confusion. "Why are these markings all over my body?"

Ryker, Maverick, Gorthok, Thane, and Kael exchanged nervous glances. They had been wondering the same thing, but they had no answers.

"We don't know, Demos," Ryker admitted. "We've never seen anything like this before. But we think it might have something to do with the battle you fought."

Demos frowned, trying to remember. "The battle? What do you mean?"

Maverick spoke up. "You fought off those creatures, Demos. And then...and then something strange happened. Your body began to glow with this blue light, and these markings appeared on your skin."

Demos' eyes widened as he remembered. He had felt a surge of power during the battle, and he had seen the creatures recoil in fear. But he had no idea what had caused the markings to appear.

"Why?" Demos asked again, his voice filled with frustration. "Why did this happen to me?"

His warriors shook their heads, unsure of what to say. They knew that Demos was special, but they had no idea what his true potential was.

That's when he remembered the system previous mission and the system interface pop up in front of him that's when he realized that the markings on his body might had something to do with his mother experiment and he grin sinister

Name:* Demos S.Sparta

*Age:* 15

*Level:* 1

*Health:* 46/100

*Strength:* 12

*Agility:* 12

*Intelligence:* 10

*Ability:* ( warrior's heart)

(Info)$#$$¥₩$##¥¥¥

(#_#$#) sealed (#$$#$$) sealed

*Unique ability:*

Five colored Lightning( first color blue)

(Info: the lightning of purification. This lightning cleanse the body of all impurities and can also use to attack but doesn't have the destruction capabilities of the rest of the colors.

Ice age: sealed

*Language Pack Installed:

Azuran Language*

*Skill: Hand-to-Hand Combat (Level 1)*

*new Mission*: ( MIGRATE THE TRIBE)

*new Mission *:(RENAME THE TRIBE)(*Reward* :the first colored Lightning Blu )

(*Reward *: the location of the next race)

Demos was looking at the system interface shock seeing warrior's heart and couldn't understand it's (info) and place a hand on his chest trying to understand what it meant to that's when he heard laughter and look at the 5 warriors and said

Demos speaking: I'm not sure what's happening right now but I'm fine and my mother will give me the answer when she contact me but for now we must start moving to the center of the forest that where we will start a new.

Ryker, Maverick, Gorthok, Thane, and Kael nodded there heads and gathering the tribe together and start to move to the center of the forest.

7 moons had passed since Demos' mysterious markings had appeared. During that time, the tribe had continued on their journey, searching for a new home. Demos had struggled to keep up, still recovering from his ordeal. Gorthok had been by his side every step of the way, helping him to walk and supporting him when he needed it.

Thane and Ryker had taken on the responsibility of hunting for the tribe, providing food for everyone. Maverick and Kael had stood guard, protecting the tribe from any dangers that might lurk in the forest. Akira had continued to tend to the tribe's wounds, applying her herbal remedies to Gorthok, Demos, Kael, Maverick, Ryker, and Thane.

But Akira had noticed something strange about Demos. His wounds were healing at an alarming rate, almost as if he was healing himself. She had been dying to ask him about it, but she hadn't dared to bring it up.

Now, as the tribe stopped in the center of the forest, Demos stood tall, his eyes scanning the surroundings. The 50 tribesmen gathered around him, their faces filled with a mix of curiosity and exhaustion.

Demos took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling slowly. He looked around at his people, his eyes locking onto each of their faces. And then, in a voice that was both familiar and yet strange, he spoke...

"We've reached the Meridian Destination Forest," Demos said, his voice filled with a sense of accomplishment. "It's time for us to start building our new home."

The tribesmen nodded in agreement, their faces filled with excitement and anticipation.

Akira stepped forward, her eyes locked on Demos. "Demos, what's going on with you?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "What are these markings on your skin?"

Demos hesitated, unsure of how to explain. "To be honest, Akira, I don't understand them myself," he admitted. "But my mother...she's the one who can explain what's happening to me."

Akira's eyes widened with surprise. "Your mother?" she repeated. " Demos you had a mother ."

Demos nodded, a hint of sadness in his eyes. "Yes . And she's going to contact me, to explain what's happening to me. She'll tell me what these markings are, and what they mean."

Akira's expression turned thoughtful. "Even if she were here in person, would she be able to explain it to you?" she asked.

Demos shook his head. "No. She'll only be able to communicate with me through...other means. But I'll learn the truth, Akira. I'll find out what's happening to me, and I'll make sure to share it with all of you."

Demos nodded, determination in his eyes. "Alright, let's get started. We've got a lot of work to do."

He turned to the tribesmen. "We'll need to chop down trees for building materials. We'll also need to gather food and supplies."

The tribesmen nodded, eager to begin. They set to work, Demos teaching the women and the Elderly how to make stone axe for chopping down the trees and teach the children how to gathering materials to make ropes and how to skin the animals .

As they worked, Demos assisted, using his strength to lift and move heavy logs. Akira and the others watched in awe as he worked, his markings glowing with a soft blue light.

After several moons of hard work, the village began to take shape. They built 15 small huts.

The villagers cheered as they finished the final hut, exhausted but proud of their accomplishment.

Demos stood tall, his eyes surveying the new village. "We did it," he said, a smile spreading across his face. "We built a new home."

The villagers cheered again, their voices echoing through the forest. And as they celebrated, a phoenix appeared in the sky, its wings beating fiercely as it soared overhead.

The villagers gasped in wonder, watching as the phoenix flew three times around the village before disappearing into the distance.

Demos smiled, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment. "This is a good omen," he said. "Our village is blessed."

As they celebrate Demos head's to the largest hut in the back of their newly made village as Demos enter the hut he saw a wooden bed covered in fur from different animal.

Demos lay down on the bed and open the system interface to see his task Reward