The Rebirth

"Before The Rebirth," an old, deep voice spoke, "the mission to colonize the nearest habitable planets to Humanity was given to several colonizers," it explained walking through a deep abyssal darkness. "The first planet to be set foot on is named Gaia. The planet had hundreds of mythical beasts, minerals, and new, unheard-of resources," it continued, reaching a bright light that pierced the darkness. "A man by the name of Robert Throndsen led the first peace treaties between the colony and the existing tribes on the planet," it blocked the light from their eyes with its right hand. "The most powerful of these tribes are the Zoroans. Large, beastly-built people who were more than happy to sign the treaty," it stepped into the light, finding a strange room of a memory it did not own. "Thinking this would strengthen the continent they called 'America'. The rest of the tribes were of Kitsune, Werecats, and Werewolves. Well known Mythical monsters, beasts, and half-beasts," it slowly explored the room, finding items that felt to have a strange value to itself on top of hallway tables. "Most tribes in the West Pacific moved inland. The colony built settlements behind the cascading mountains in the east, given a natural wall to protect themselves from the monsters and beasts of the vast land," it picked up an item stranger than the rest, "More Colonies Sprung up near the Appalachian Mountains. They grew inland into the vast fertile lands for farming and agriculture," a small box that sat on the coffee table. "Over several years, The family Throndsens built up a civilization behind a powerful company, Enchanted White Rose," it opened the box, finding a magical ring. "The EWR grew to become the same as the military and was partially involved with government affairs in advancing knowledge of the Mythical. Only the Throndsen family was one of the few to participate in many classified experiments on human biology that led to where I am now," it explained, sitting down on a leather chair beside the coffee table.

"The colonizers brought Spartans with them. Highly modified humans used for warfare and keeping the peace," it took the ring, feeling a strange vibration to it. "The great-grandson of Robert Throndsen took up the classified development program where it left off many decades ago," it leaned back into the chair. Finding an uncanny connection to the ring, and even the room around it. "The development of Super Spartans was an incredibly successful business with the power-hungry president of the time. The children of Winter Throndsen were Just a week old when they were placed into test tubes. Broken up and Reconstructed by recently invented artificial matter. Piece by piece," it recounted, visiting that memory of its existence. "These Jaegers were capable of magic and shapeshifting, they benefited from having a near-perfect artificial recreation of ancient mana cores from a 'Deity' of the local tribes," it searched the room. Finding a tv on a wooden media center and a four-seated couch. "The Zoroans worshiped this 'Deity' far before the colonizer's arrival on the planet. When EWR presented their newly developed "weapons" to their allies, the Zoroans fell to their hands and knees when they met the First Generation of Jaegers, worshiping the children as if they were Deities," it explained, remember that moment vividly as it's eye glazed over.

"The eldest of the Jaegers, Cyrus was the largest and strongest of the litter," it sighed finding it still had emotions for that brat. "Elijah, the 2nd oldest and the second strongest. And for Elisha, he is the weakest, and the last wanted child before us, the Rebirth," it explained, setting the ring down. It pushed itself off the chair and walked out another archway in the walls to another part of the hallway. "By all accounts, Mrs. Throndsen was unable to bear another child. Mr. And Mrs. Throndsen weren't thrilled by the unfortunate news but weren't devastated either," it recounted, entering a kitchen. "At the same time that year, they suspected the pregnancy was a mistake, a fault of a misreading. We were unwanted," it looked out the window to find a plentiful backyard. There were people there, cooking at a grill. "Quickly they sought the opinion of several physicians, but they only confirmed our existence. Despite their inability to have another child, Mrs. Throndsen brought us into the world with great disapproval," it stepped away from the window above the sink, looking to its right. "Mrs. Throndsen held no distinct emotion for us, because of Mr. Throndsen's suspicion of Mrs. Throndsen of disloyalty. Her misery came upon us," it saw for itself a dining room, with a large table and cabinets behind it against the wall. "Mrs. Throndsen named us Winter Jr. Throndsen after his father, but unlike him, we were the runt of the litter," it stepped out of the kitchen into the hallway between the dining room and kitchen. "From the beginning, Cyrus hated us and bullied us whenever he could because our weakness was amusing," it walked toward the front door, looking at the other room to its left. Opposite the living room, it was once in. "By age 5, we were a short, scrawny boy with messy, jet-black hair long that covered our ears, with a very boyish look. A pale, ghastly complexion with dotted freckles all over our body," it stepped into a room full of plants and little decorations, it held a fireplace with a two-seated couch and a coffee table. "Forced into a training initiation of the Jaegers was just the beginning. We barely got through alive, and we were assigned the Mage Class. Despite the many advantages of being a Jeager, we could barely get through test after test," it gently glided its claws across the couch. "Passing by the skin of our teeth, we earnt the Nether Star by the age of 10," it stepped out of the indoor garden, facing the back door now.

"Typically, a Nether Star was a powerful source of storing Mana, purifying Mana, and Attracting Mana. Hidden within the solar system that Gaia shared. The fourth, red planet held monstrous creatures Within its depth," it turned its head to its left again, finding a stairway up stirs. "Gold and ancient metals are within the massive, expansive caverns near its barely active core. Though, there are a few undead monsters that do actively seek out the living," it stepped up the staircase. "The Wither and much more frightening Wither Storm consume the souls of their victims to continue their massacre," it searched the first hallway it came across, finding itself in another house. "Despite lasting for centuries, this power ends in an explosive spectacle. These dangerous monsters leave not only ash but a star behind in their destruction. The inhabitants of the hot wastelands of the red planet name them Nether Stars," it looked at the photos, finding a strangely familiar face in each of them. "These stars don't possess just enough potential energy to power artificial matter constantly for an inconceivably long time, but even hold an abundance of Mana," it stepped out of this hallway to find it branching off in two directions.

 "Throughout our youth, we were bullied by Cyrus and his cruel friends. Only because of that we were able to build the supply of Cursed energy we have now," a burning fire lingered in its chest, stimulated by the reminder of the misery and pain it had gone through. "Each time we were caught in the wrath of his brother, I tried to speak to him," Ultima explained, stepping into the closest room. "You just allow him to beat you?! What are you even doing?! Let me take control already!" It recounted each of its words. It sighed softly, "For as long as I could remember, we were stuck with one another. I told him to call me 'Ultima,' but I told him nothing more," Ultima stepped into an office, filled with books, and paperwork, with a soft hum of a running computer. "I remember what he said to me, 'I don't want more of a beating than I already get,' and how 'that woman scared,' him." it remembered that moment very well. It could even remember Cyrus' laugh, "That Brat's friends, and his girlfriend, Tyler, were too busy laughing their asses off to notice Winter's absence," Ultima suddenly heard a child's laughter from a nearby room. It gently gripped the door nob, "But that was only beginning of that bitch's torture," Ultima opened it to find a blinding light. Consumed by it before it was consumed by the deafening ringing of silence.

 Ultima blinked, breaking away from the memories of the past. It scoffed, "As far as I know, that Tyler bitch is using Cyrus," it recounted. It could only sigh, "There's something about her that sets her apart, but how they speak to one another is enough," Ultima explained, "that whore is using that idiot, Cyrus, to get away with all she wants," it added to itself. Winter heard it huff in their shared thoughts, "Winter went year after year trying to keep a low profile because of his brother, but Tyler clearly has other plans," Ultima reasoned with her recent activities. It chuckled in annoyance, "Targeting him with Cyrus and his lackeys-" Ultima laughed, its annoying only growing. It finally spoke to him, "She must know something about us," Ultima reasoned, "What does that supposed to mean?" He asks, hiding away deep in the nearby forest. "Isn't it clear? She must know that I am here, or perhaps she knows something we do not," it explained. "Or she's simply a psychopath," Winter laid on his back. "That explains a lot too," it laughed, though Winter lay silently staring up at the canopy. An older, curvaceous woman steps through the brush. Her long green and faintly purple hued hair cascading down her shoulders, her bright pink eyes glowing the shade of the trees through her long eyelashes, and the afternoon rays reflecting off her rosy, white skin. Her horns poke out from her forehead and up vertically past the peak of her head, "There you are," she began with a smug smile as Winter shot up from the ground. He turned his head to her, "Why don't we mix this up a little, huh?" Tyler asks sinisterly, "Aw crap," Ultima cursed.