Connection chapter con SYP INGLES

Viggo was sleeping in a white room after he said goodbye to his family. The situation was clear, since he didn't want to take a path or do anything, he would be sent to experience the world. What his father always called "getting him out of the nest." Viggo heard that concept a lot of times and never found a problem. What he didn't know, however, was that his father would do it like eagles do, throwing him down a rush to see if he would fly or crash to the ground.

Now Viggo was sleeping peacefully without knowing when he had fallen into that state. He only remembers that his father gave him an affectionate hug and after that he fell unconscious. On the other hand, he felt comfortable where he was, he didn't know where he was, but he felt like sleeping in the grass on a summer day while a tree sheltered you from the mighty sun. Therefore, although he was semi-awake, he didn't want to open his eyes.

Soon I hear footsteps that resonated as if coming from a long corridor. Little by little the footsteps became louder until I hear them very close to his ears and suddenly they stopped.

-Howlong do you plan to fall asleep?- asked an aged and kind voice.

Viggo smiled and opened his eyes little by little for daylight to come in, however, it was not daylight. There was no way to know what time it was, as it was in a white place. How white? As white as snow, as white as a rabbit's fur. It was empty and I could only differentiate the floor from the walls because the latter were brighter.

Viggo sat on the ground and looked around, he was really empty except for an old man standing a few steps beyond where he had slept. He was tall, like an average adult, fair-skinned and friendly smile. He had a somewhat strange beard, only focused on his chin and accompanied by leafy sideburns that reached his jaw. On the other hand, he wore a strange robe, a combination of red and black. Apart from tidying her hair back and wearing a raised bun.

-Much pleasure- he said, -my name is Xiao and you can tell me grandpa-

Viggo from his seated position, raised his eyebrow, stood up and looked at him upwards. The old man was about three palms taller than him -why would he callyou grandpa?- he asked suspiciously.

-Your father is my son-

-Lie, Dad has never said anything about a father. He told us that the grandmother had no husband-

Old Xiao let out a sigh and added – okay, but it's a pity, he was going to show you amazing things, now I'll just send you where your parents sent you–

-My parents?- asked Viggo.

-Yes, they asked me as a favor to take you to experience life. Well, since we are unknown, I will send you right away-

-Wait, wait, I was just kidding Could you explain the situation to me, Grandpa?-

Old Xiao let out a malicious chuckle and asked him -now if I am your grandfather?-

Viggo smiled, and Old Xiao accompanied him in the gesture.

Old Xiao let out a sigh and said – I'm getting old for these things – then he made a gesture with his hand and called a table and two chairs. On the table I place a kettle with green tea and two cups. He invited Viggo to sit down and poured him tea. Viggo had the bad idea of taking it like any drink but sculpted it instantly. One because it was too hot and one because it was too bitter.

-What is this?- asked Viggo sticking out his tongue and spitting out.

-Nothing so surprising- replied old Xiao as he took the cup with both hands and felt the peace that the taste of tea brought him -you just need to mature to appreciate the taste. Well, let's get to our business. You are going to go and meet a warrior selected by me. He will be very similar to you in physical constitution, he will be a demi-god. You will learn everything he can teach you and after that you will return to your family-

-Why do I have to learn from him?- asks Viggo with a clear annoyed expression.

-Well, since you don't want to learn from your father, you will learn from someone else-

-How long will I be?-

-Enough for you to learn the lesson-

-My parents, do they want to get rid of me?-

Mr. Xiao let out a chuckle and said - not at all, it's just to steer your future. You can become very powerful, but if your mind becomes cloudy and loses focus, you will make others suffer-

-Dad always tells me the same thing, but I don't know what I want to do. What I do know is that I don't want to work for another god to come and take away my efforts and glory. The gods do not pay well-

-Your mother is a goddess-

-But she is my mother, she would protect me no matter what, that's why my father postponed this decision-

-You make your father look like the bad guy. Kain was hesitant to send you because it's always hard for a parent to watch their kids get hurt. However, if he leaves you like this, any idiot can come and put ideas in your head-

-Dad also said the same thing- Viggo bowed his head, let out a sigh and continued -what a shit-

-Well, having said that, I will explain some things that your father or your mother don't have explained to you-

-I'm all ears, old man-

-You and your father are the same in that, neither calls me as they should-

Viggo finally smiled.

Then Mr. Xiao told him what things he could do with his minuscule divine strength, how he could occupy it, and how to increase it. Apparently, by the development of his divine circuit he could only channel the energy of the core to heal himself. Viggo nodded to this, as he had involuntarily learned it. Once he made a big wound while fighting the thugs and from his body sprang a warm energy that healed him. However, his divine energy could develop more possibilities. But to achieve that, he had to figure it out over time. His divine core would be influenced by his experiences and would give rise to his power. Since unlike the gods who were born in heaven, Viggo had no affinity with any element or knowledge.

-Isn't that bad?- asked Viggo in confusion.

Old Xiao gave a chuckle and said -on the contrary, it is very good, you are someone with a wide potential, without limits for things that someone else chose for you. You can create a unique power, it all depends on which direction you take-

-Well- said Viggo a little more animatedly -Is that warrior strong? Could he fight with Dad head-on? I won't let any fool teach me, at least, in that I won't embarrass my dad-

Mr. Xiao let out a powerful laugh, it was said in his mind that ignorance was happiness. If Viggo knew who he was going to send it with, he would be begging that this trip would never happen. After laughing enough, Mr. Xiao wiped the corner of his eyes and said to him in a kind tone -of course, of course, he is someone exceptional, he is someone who will teach you a good lesson-

Viggo narrowd his eyes and said suspiciously -old man, you better not go over the line or my dad will put you in your place-

Old Xiao shook his head and a big smile on his lips. He stood up, stretched out his hand and said -come on-

Viggo kept frowning, but with nothing else to see, he stood up and took his hand. Then Old Xiao made a sneer and carried him.

-o-

Once Viggo opened his eyes he found himself in the middle of a snowy mountain. There was a frigid wind and the sun was high in the sky. On the other hand, the tops of the trees loaded with snow, since it seems to have been snowing with intensity. After a few seconds, Viggo let out a scream and hugged himself trying to avoid the piercing cold.

-Damn, damn old man- said Viggo -you would have warned me that it was so cold-

-Jo, jo, jo, jo- old Xiao laughed comically -this is nothing boy, your quiet that soon comes the good-

-Give me something to wear, I will die with this cold-

-And you power?-

-Oh, That?- replied Viggo -well, I'll try-

Then Viggo concentrated on producing the warm energy and the cold was gone. He laughed happily and felt big, but old Xiao knew that he would soon learn the harsh reality.

-Okay- said Old Xiao -going down the mountain you will find a cabin. In that place the warrior lives together with his family, he is a somewhat angry man, so take care of your words. On the other hand, tell him that you were sent to train with him. Give him my name and he will understand, he owes me a great favor after he have done a great wreck-

-What destruction?- asked Viggo curiously.

-Let's say I took away the order of the world-

Viggo raised his eyebrow in a gesture of confusion, but did not insist.

-Okay, now I'm leaving- said Old Xiao -ah! I forgot- he made a sword appear almost big as Viggo and he leave it stuck in the frosted earth -this was done by your father, he will help you-

Viggo was blown away by the sword, if he remembers correctly, it was the one his father had in the pod when he offered it to him the other day. It was a long sword, with the blue hilt and the golden handguard. Viggo approached her with affection and surrounded her looking at each of her details. In the middle of the sheet was written his name.

-Well, with that my work is complete, good luck-

-Wait, wait- shout Viggo reacted -thank you very much old man, if you see my parents tell them that I will do the best I can-

Old Xiao showed a small smile and said -don't worry, they trust you, they know you will be someone big-

After that, Old Xiao vanished into the air.

For his part, Viggo stretched out his right hand and took the sword by the hilt. Then he looked up at the mountain and saw nothing but a dark snowy forest. He wonders who would need to hide in such a place? Then he let out a sigh accompanied by a cloudy steam and walk downhill.

-o-

Viggo continued down the mountain and only after an hour of descent did he find a natural path. Which meandered along the mountain and lost its end among the thicket of the trees. Both to the left and right of the road were trees covered in snow and ice. However, on the left it descended a steep slope. Viggo thought that the end of the slope was not a good place, so he walked to the right of the road, which was where he ascended. Nothing but snow and ice could be seen on all sides. In addition to the skies gradually became cloudy. The snow creaked with each pass and the icy wind howled.

On the other hand, Viggo went with numb fingers and goosebumps. He thought for a minute that his energy would keep him safe, but now he was getting tired. The sword seemed to have gained weight as he went along, his brushes felt heavy, and for a minute, he thought it would be good to lie down to take a nap. At that moment he stopped and thought about it seriously for a brief moment. As he reconsidered, he understood that it was crazy and that he was freezing. He kept advancing along the way, this time his footsteps did not leave only a trace. Now he left a line marked, as he dragged his feet. The ice seemed firm as wet sand, difficult to move. He felt his fingers go numb and his brain dull.

Again he stopped and thought once again about taking a nap, he was so sleepy that the cold snow didn't matter to him. However, when I was finally going to give in to sleep, I hear the howl of some wolves. He looked up the upward slope and at the top of a hill he saw two wolves. They both raised their necks and a mighty howl came from their muzzles.

Viggo opened his eyes like plates, and I try to stroke his right hand to get the numbness removed. Then I take the sword with both hands and wait for them to attack him. It was all or nothing, there was no start, since in his physical condition he could hardly walk.

Gradually, behind the wolves began to emerge more wolves one after another. In the end, a pack of ten wolves were watching him from the top of the hill. The alpha dark hair threw one last howl, which the others followed and then ran downhill. The wolves scattered, as if trying to find the back and sides unprotected while the alpha went in front.

Viggo frowned and tried to wake up by waving his head sideways. He concentrates on the sword and try's to channel his energy. The first two wolves came and surrounded him, another one joined and slowly approached him bordering him from behind. For his part, the alpha threw himself head-on pointing his jaws at his neck while others followed him. However, Viggo could be sleepy from the cold and fatigue of his excessive use of energy, but that does not mean that he has lost his strength. He moved to the side and in one motion decapitated the alpha. Then they attacked him from behind, from which he could not defend himself. However, when he was being bitten by the neck, he took the sword upside down and the nail back. The wolf fell to the ground letting out howl of pain. His snow-white chest had been stained with blood.

On the other hand, Viggo kept the sword in his right hand and with his left he covered the wound on his neck. Now he was very awake, the pain had taken away his sleep. So feeling better, he left the defense and went for the attack. He jumped forward as hard as he could and cut one of the wolves in half. Then he moved to the left and when he stopped, another wolf had been cut off. One after another, as if it were a macabre dance. The road that was white, covered with snow, was transformed into a field of corpses and blood.

Once all the wolves died, Viggo nailed the sword into the snow and leaned on it as he gasped. He felt the sticky shirt over his neck, most likely because of the already frozen blood.

Viggo, now even more sleepy and tired, leaned on the sword and used it as a crutch to start walking. He kept walking between gasps and clumsy footsteps. After a dozen meters, he saw double and begged to take a nap. However, everything happened to him when his body lost the sense of direction and got too close to the slope on the left. He lost his balance and rode down the slope downhill. Viggo bump into several trees in the process, breaking his arm and nose, but none of that made him respond. It's as if the world is off and he just feels his eyes spinning and spinning, without feeling the greatest pain. Suddenly his eyes closed and his eyes stopped spinning.

-o-

An hour later, Viggo opened his eyes and saw a wonderful cloudy landscape. With the clouds inflated like soap bubbles and an icy window that hit him head-on. He woke up lethargic, looking everywhere. He blinked a couple of times and his sleep was suddenly taken away, he had been left alone a few meters from a cliff. However, thanks to a tree, it did not continue to advance to the precipice. Viggo hugged the tree and more awake looked more carefully at where he was. The wind howled loudly and something told him that this ravine was a good amount of meters deep. However, he did not want to corroborate it and little by little he went backwards. He regained his mobility and took one step at a time to go up the slope. It went from tree to tree as it progressed, each step was dangerous because the bark was moistened and the snow gave way easily. After climbing for twenty meters, he found his sword stuck in a tree. Viggo hugged the tree with his legs and struggled for ten minutes to let go of the sword. Once he did, the tree began to crackle and Viggo alarmed, began to move once again.

Once he got back on the road, he realized that he had reached where he had fought with the wolves. However, now there was something unexpected, a giant. He had a rough, bluish skin, with four horns sticking out of the sides of his head and a large body as tall as trees. He was sitting on the road while eating the corpses with skin and everything.

Viggo was kept hidden on the side of the road, only poking his head out. Seeing that the giant had no plans to move, he moved up the slope, holding on to the trees without getting too close to the road. However, he made a misstep that caused a slight snow slide that apparently the giant heard. Since he stopped and looked in the direction of Viggo. For his part, Viggo lay on the snow and begged not to be seen. Apparently his wish was fulfilled, as the giant ate again. As a sign of that, the bones of the wolves were creaking between their teeth.

Viggo got up little by little and stuck his head out into the road, the giant was still sitting on the ground, with a wolf in each hand. Viggo let out a sigh and kept moving out of the way, until the road took a curve and noticed the trees covering his path. He was no longer exposed to the giant's sight.

Once he climbed back onto the road, he barely kept advancing as the snow creaked under his feet. His breath was still a small white cloud that barely came out of his mouth, fading into the air. He was tired, yes sir, but almost dying in the ravine and seeing that huge monster had completely awakened him. His gasps were getting louder at every moment, and his stomach began to roar. He thought that nothing could make the situation worse, but suddenly he heard the rumble of stomps and moved at a clumsy pace to the side of the road. He just poked his head out and looked through some branches, thinking that surely no one would notice his presence. Then the giant appeared, even more huge than before, since this time he was walking on his feet. On the other hand, a bald man ran through a sloping tree and jumped holding an axe in his hands and stuck it all over his head while uttering a beastly roar. The giant staggered for a few moments and then collapsed generating a great rumble.

Viggo looked at the warrior on the body of the giant, who was now removing his axe as if pulling it out of a log in which it was embedded. He moved the handle up and down and as he loosened, he pulled the axe in one fell swoop, thus letting out a stream of blood.

Viggo looked at the warrior more carefully and realized that he was too pale, as if he was a ghost. On the other hand, he had a red tattoo in the form of a line that crossed his left eye and entire chest. In addition, he only wore a breastplate and leather pants, he was almost naked with this cold. On the other hand, he was unharmed, but he wore bandages on both of his arms.

Viggo saw him looking down and looking in his direction, so he hidden his head under the road. He began to descend trying to make as little noise as possible, but suddenly his descent stopped. Someone pulls him by the neck and lifts him into the air. They held him like he was a bad dog that messed on the carpet. Viggo saw the warrior more closely, finding him the face of few friends and a forehead full of wrinkles, as if he were always angry. On the other hand, he had a leafy beard and a piercing look. The warrior threw a growl at him and with a slight movement, Threw him back to the road, through which Viggo rolled as if it were a ball.

-What are you doing here as a child?- asked the man in a thick, cold, cutting voice.

-I, I- said Viggo trying to articulate an answer and suddenly remembered Mr. Xiao -I come to train with a person, an old madman told me that he was a great warrior-

Viggo began to retreat on the ground with the help of his legs and arms. On the other hand, the warrior saw Viggo's sword on the snow, took it and examined it carefully. He nodded as if giving his approval and ted it to Viggo as if it was worthless.

-This is no place for children- said the warrior in a calmer tone -go, go play in a safe place-

Suddenly Viggo thought of something and began to spin the coincidences. However, at that moment, the warrior turned his back on him and began to walk away.

-Wait- shouted Viggo -seriously, wait- he picked up the sword and began to move forward limping, leaning on the sword -Mr. Xiao- shouting -Mr. Xiao told me you would teach me, he said you owed him a great favor-

The warrior stopped to hear the name of the primordial and looked at it in disregard. He pursed his nose while letting out a growl and said - follow me, if you stay behind I won't help you.

-What's your name?- asked Viggo.

-Kratos- he said as the wind howled louder and the snow began to descend little by little.