My Dear Father

Feras was woken by the sounds of thunder alerting him to the storm outside.

'I almost missed it' thought Feras as he lifted his tired body from the bed.

He moved quickly as he gathered a shovel and set forth to the cemetery, he had tried his earlier experiment and found success thus he was in high spirits. Dragging his shovel through the darkened muddy streets of his village, Feras felt his anticipation grow.

He knew that his actions on this night would label him as a Dark mage but he had done as his father had said and found his own path, he had combined the different practices and branches of Magic that he had found inside his Father's personal library to develop his own way. It was a way of life, to avoid loss, to keep what was sacred to oneself.

Feras had arrived at the Cemetery and stood above his Father's grave, he almost seemed hesitant about the image he would see but it seemed his desire had won through in the end as he plunged the shovel into the softened soil. Lightning struck in the distance as he began to the task, he kept digging even as his body became exhausted his eyes carrying a look of obsession as he continued until eventually he heard a thud.

Feras smiled in delight as he he brushed the dirt away and used his shovel to pry open the lid of the wooden casket but no matter what he had prepared for, the rotting remnants of his Father's body was something he could bare to see.

'It will be okay, I'll make you well again father' thought Feras as he pulled the decaying corpse from the casket carrying the dead man upon his shoulder. As he walked heavy footprints were left in the mud only to be washed away by the rain.

It was around two in the morning when he had gotten back to his family home and had laid his father out in the living room. The smell was something sickening as Feras had not experimented with rotting remains instead merely wishing to see if he could revive the dead, but it was too late to be thinking about that now as he began to channel his Mana. He ran a kitchen knife along his palm causing a moderate amount of blood to drip from the cut onto Roan's body, Feras concentrated with all his being as his Mana charged the blood dripping onto the corpse and began to circulate through the body.

Roan's body began to heal and return to it's healthy form, Feras watched in happiness as it seemed his efforts were fixing to bare fruit.

It began with a twitch, Roan's body seemed to be waking up from it's long slumber. Feras looked at his beloved Father with excitement ready to welcome his him back but when the man opened those formerly purple eyes, Feras realized he was wrong.

Roan suddenly lurched towards Feras pinning him to the ground his body beginning to release a large amount of electricity as he opened his mouth.

"Feras, why....." called the Roan corpse it's eyes nothing but empty sockets with a green flame burning inside.

"Dad, your hurting me. Let go" panicked Feras as he subconsciously channeled a bit of fire onto his palms causing the corpse to jump away.

"Why Feras... how could you do this to me" asked the corpse as it's form seemed to rapidly decay before slinking along the floor until it came to a stop just in front of him before plunging it's finger into Feras's eye socket causing the youth to scream out for a second before his face went blank.

It was dark, very dark. Feras just floated there drifting amidst the darkness until a glowing hand placed itself upon his head causing him to stir but the person before him caused him to jump back in fright.

"Feras, there is no need to be afraid. It is me, you have brought me here and allowed me the chance to gaze into life's greatest secret." stated Roan his electrifying black and yellow highlighted hair sticking out wildly.

"Father, what happened to you. Why did you bring me here" asked Feras fearing he might have died for his trouble's as well.

"Son, it was you who brought us here. Come now look you see that sphere up there" asked Roan as he pointed to a great blue sphere with many branches coming off of it which would further branch off and keep doing so in perpetuity.

"What is that" asked Feras unsure of what was so special about the orb.

"That is the Origin, this is the secret that all who practice the Mystic arts wish to discover but it seems that my son found it at such a young age.... Go ahead Feras, gaze into the center sphere where all magics and answers can be found." chuckled Roan before he literally tossed Feras into the the center sphere where an amazing reaction took place.

It started slowly with the outer branches off the Sphere beginning to recede but then it began to pick up speed as they seemed to be returning to the origin thus Feras as well.

In the real world Mages were experiencing shock and the government was in an uproar, it seemed that Mage's were losing their ability to cast spells of any type regardless of school or branch. This had caused riots all over the world due to the belief the world was ending.

However with Feras soon the Sphere at the center shrank around him until it centered on his head, then suddenly it flashed back out and all the branches were back to normal and the sphere was as if nothing had happened.

Feras fell from the Sphere and was caught by Roan who looked at his son with a smile.

"So how was it, to see the Origin" asked Roan with excitement but the answer he would receive would only bring a morbid chuckle to him.

"You were wrong... this isn't the Origin, it was only the beginning" remarked Feras as his mind digested all he had learned and now understood where he went wrong in his process of reviving his father.

"I see..... it seems I am just not fated to see the Origin" chuckled Roan as his spirit began to fade and with him so did the space they were in.

Feras woke with a calm look on his face, he looked at the rotting skeleton before him and shook his head as it began to turn to dust and with it any hope of Reviving his father, though it seemed his father never wished to return to begin with.

Feras narrowed his eyes as he understood where he had gone wrong, and went back to the library to begin listing out some other possibilities and outcomes using his knowledge he gained from the Sphere. He no longer had the ability to revive his father but that didn't mean he couldn't find a new goal, a goal for which his father had been so desperate to see that even in death he had followed for the ride.

'The Origin' thought Feras as his notes began to take on a more insightful line of thought as he corrected his mistakes and went further than they had before.