2 Gift - 1/2

Soul Fire. That was the thing that came to Maou's mind when he woke up. Even with the confusion for not understanding what happened. Looking around I see the familiar environment, this is where I sleep. 'Was it all part of a dream?' The doubt was inevitable, everything was strange.

Sounds of footsteps begin to echo and approach, soon a familiar figure enters the room, of course, Mazzun. With a frowning face, the latter continues to face me.

"What is it? Why are you here so early?" Maou asks, looking at the expressionless Mazzun.

"Surprisingly you were hurt after the beating, huh?" Mazzun speaks in a monotone tone with a little joy.

"Of course not, I just overslept and had a bizarre dream?" Maou says as he begins to stretch and get out of bed.

"No, you ... I found you in front of the door fainted, Thief was sleeping beside you." Mazzun speaks with a questioning face.

This is strange, it is not typical behavior of Mazzun, much less typical of this lack of movement, he always continues to express himself with his hands now, not Mazzun's gaze is a serious look, he is really worried. 'I do not know what to do, I'd better tell him,' Maou thinks.

"I was fine, I thought it was a dream, but I got up normally and went home from things, and when I went to the waterfall I felt like I was watching, I felt a pressure on me. Then when I came back here I heard a voice as if it were a thunder that shook the heavens, it was actually more like a shout, I felt unbalanced at the time, a little dizzy too, and then I saw an old human with a gray cloak worn to the ground, this human had a long white beard, like the Shaman Sattir, he spoke some things of enemy and pain, I do not remember right, there I saw a fire, and then everything was fire, I just want to know."

Mazzun opened his eyes as he listened and his mouth opened so wide that it was possible to put a pot inside, I did not know he could make such a comical expression like that.

While he waited for Mazzun to sketch some behavior, Maou began to remember the blue fire he saw, the fire was very beautiful, and the feeling of seeing him was overwhelming: "I want to feel again," thinks Maou.

Mazzun finally comes back to his senses and with a little anxiety he starts talking.

"You ... you saw one, no, I mean, you heard a scream and then you saw an Elder and he talked to you about the Enemy." Mazzun spoke with difficulty and shortness of breath, it was very surprising to see him like this.

"I saw and heard it, but I do not know what it was or what it means, I do not know who that 'elder' you say is." Maou replies with a little confusion.

Mazzun begins to look around and his face was thoughtful, I seemed to be in some form of dilemma or problematic issue, this was leaving me with fear.

"It must be ... must be an Ancient, to be so he gave you something, yes, yes, he must have given, but how to know?" Mazzun spoke vaguely and looked at his mishaps as he sought an answer. And of course, he hits his head, looks at Maou and goes to him with long and hurried steps.

Mazzun tries to gain some space between them, but soon Mazzun grabs him by the arm, roughly rips off his shirt and turns him around.

"What are you doing Mazzun, you're scaring me." Maou with obvious anguish in his speech.

"Boy, by the gods, you're a blessed one." Mazzun begins to repeat this speech as he watches Maou while the first look at the back of the last, until Mazzun, releases him. Maou quickly turns away and looks at Mazzun with a hurt and angry look.

"What do you think you're doing, what the hell is this, what the hell is this blessing, are you crazy?"

Maou screamed with clear resentment in her voice.

Mazzun recovers, looks at Maou and without the slightest explanation of his previous act, begins to laugh.

"The Ancients, when they appear they do two things, 1 destroys, 2 bless." Mazzun laughs with clear joy in his voice.

"You're alive and kicking, so it means you've been blessed." Mazzun begins to explain in a more normal tone.

"Normally when a blessed a brand appears on it, and that mark rises on its back, the brand varies depending on how the blessing was born or was awakened, well, blessings can be given to someone even before they are born, but it is ultra rare. Your mark is a circle with waves around, it must be a sun. "Mazzun says.

"Each brand has a meaning and potential." Mazzun explains.

"Of course, it all depends on who blessed you, if it's one of the Great Celestials, the blessing would be greater, if it's one of the smaller ones it would be less, it's easy to understand." Mazzun says.

"Well, but for now we can not know any of this, to find out more is certain that you need to go on a Great Shaman is too soon for this, you are not an honorable warrior and only one can see a Great Shaman, better not to speak for around about the Mark., it is common for a blessed weak to fall before being able to grow, for the time being, you train, you are still a mere level Silver, of category 5, you must train and arrive soon in the Gold, so you get a little chance of life if someone finds out what you got. "Mazzun goes on to say seriously.

"Ah, you better stop talking about it. Pay attention boy, you should train and try to understand what you received, okay? "Mazzun stops talking and looks at Maou just to see that the last one was sleeping. 'stupid boy' Mazzun complains indignantly in his mind.