Bring it on!
"Father! I am simply unable to understand. How could you possibly send your precious son to that barbaric, uncivilized planet? For the people of your kingdom and for me as well, it feels like you have casted me out from the great Parancsolat House." – whined franticly the boy sitting next to a desk loaded with books, and several strange gadgets.
*SILENCE* – shouted hoarsely at the boy, a thinly built man using the Voice of Dominance.
"You call me Lord! You are already a fifteen years old adult, you should know damn well, how to address somebody of my rank. – resting his back on the door frame, looking slightly annoyed The Lord of Parancsolat House disciplined his son.
The boy unable to talk, as his voice was totally sealed by the Lord, could only drown out his rage, and frustration. Knowing well, that getting sent to planet Ostroda, will take away all his comfort and would be extremely dangerous, he felt like it was an unfair decision.
"My decree stands as unbreakable as a mountain. You will receive planet Ostroda, you shall force the people of Ostroda under your control, and help the great Parancsolat House get even more authority. You should be able to understand the worth of a planet protected and restricted by Deity Gaia. – said The Lord, trying to calm down his son. "You can speak your mind now"
The boy, finally escaping the restriction, dazed off for quite a few seconds but suddenly complained in a dying voice. "My Lord! I still can't understand why you would send me and not one of my drunkard brothers. Just take a look at Relsin! He has stopped studying the knowledge necessary for ruling, he has also stopped training the mastery of cold weapons and the worst he can't even use our heritage ability, the Voice, yet you still gave him an advanced planet. I understand that, to receive the Mark of Gaia you have to be overwhelmingly talented, and yes, I am talented enough to be called a prodigy, however our heritage ability isn't enough to concur a planet infested with the Sons of Gaia. We are the only house out of the Ten Great Houses that still hasn't been able to produce a Marked One, and there is a reason for it…" The boy started to get really into his venting of frustration, but his father stopped him with a soothing, yet charismatic voice.
"Gressit! Enough of this childish yammering! You know that I have really high expectations from you, and your twin sister. You both were born with the greatest talent in the voice I have ever seen in my five thousand years of life, of course except your grandfather. We only possess two planets blessed by Gaia, and hundreds of people have failed to concur them. Even your grandfather failed to accomplish that achievement, although he was a Marked One. Our heritage ability is all thanks to him! Have I ever told you, how did your grandmother and grandfather… – The Lord started to talk about his father excitedly. He told stories about his adventures, how he managed to concur a blessed planet without a heritage ability. How he created the House of Paracsolat one of the Ten Great Houses. Gressit, has heard these stories thousands of times, nevertheless he still enjoyed them.
" … and this is how we got hold of the possession over our second blessed planet, Gargamor, the place your twin sister is staying right now. Do you understand? Great people are those who have achieved great things. It would be a crime to waste your talent on an ordinary planet. – taking deep breaths, The Lord stopped his dramatic speech of persuasion.
"Yes my Lord, I absolutely understand your point of view, yet I still believe it will be impossible for me to achieve something, even our ancestor, my grandfather wasn't able to achieve. However knowing all too well, that no words will make you change your decision I shall accept your gift, planet Ostroda." – Gressit spoke with a determined expression on his face.
"Thank you son! You have a week left until, the spaceship takes off. I will prepare a goodbye gift for you that will surely help you with you adventures. – with these words The Lord stepped out of the room happily, with a big smile on his face, being proud of his son.
After The Lord left the room Gressit grabbed one of his books, and started reading it. The book mostly contained informations about planet Ostroda. [When you win any kind of competition you gain a fraction of the other party's power. Although as with any other blessed planet, the special ability (in this case, Survival of the Fittest) only works when you are on the planet, still the tourism on Ostroda is really great, as people can get stronger by killing on this planet. Ostroda is the reason why the House of Parancsolat is one of the Ten Great Houses, although they have lost their only Marked One.] - putting down the book, Gressit looked out the window. His eyes glazed trough the enormous garden that he has so many sweet memories with.
He still remembered the first time he used the Voice. He was playing hide and seek with his twin sister. They were both 5 years old. Gressit climbed up a big tree, hiding behind a thick bush of leafs. He was excited, and felt like he was on the top of the word, and couldn't stop himself to chuckle a little bit. However this little laugh wasn't unnoticed by his sister. She was a clever little girl, with a high level of perception. She quickly found him, and started to climb up the tree. They were both laughing and having fun, thus his sister wasn't paying attention, slipped and fell down from a quite high altitude. The pure terror that Gressit saw on the little petite girl's face awakened something in him, and a desperate yet calm voice left his voice. *Levitate!*
Surprisingly, the girl started to flow in the air, just a few inches away from, the ground, then falling on it with a dull sound. Gressit quickly climbed down and him, and his sister ran all the way home to tell the story. Everybody was ecstatic, especially his father, who has hold a big party, just to celebrate the events of that day.
"This is my home, I shall never forget it. Yet my mission is to make Ostroda my new home, and steal its powers. Sure. I will fight the people of that place. I will fight the immigrants, I will concur it all. *BRING IT ON!*