A CHOSEN IS BORN

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Every couple million years the blood of a legend touches the earth. Causing anarchy, strife, chaos and the most primal of opportunities,

starting an unending cycle, a selection process as old as time, signifying the dusk and the dawn of an era.

Man has seen this in many forms, and given it a thousand names, rapture, the end time, Armageddon only to name a few.

Though it is a time filled with tragedy and loss for many, for the chosen few, it is a time to break off their Mortal shackles paveing their way through battle, luck, strategy and destiny to ascend to a higher level of existence.

Writing their names in history, or writing history with their names, even being a stepping stone on the path of others to greatness.

hundreds of years had past since the beginning of the end and man had adjusted to the apocalyptic life, people only discovered that the life they knew was only a tip of the iceberg.

Myths were all real, cracks in space appeared opening a mythical floodgate. dragons existed and demons flooded the earth.

Heros spawned on earth and man discovered the truth, This was a new era, an era predetermined to come in which man's mundane exsistance would be restructured.

Deep in a tropical rainforest in Africa

Covered by deep foliage and tall lush trees, where the calls of wild beasts and predatory birds could be heard from time to time, a barely self sufficient tribe stood tall.

Clan Chief!, Clan Chief!

A two meter tall dark-skinned man dressed in animal skin holding a two and a half meter spear ran through the village to a small thatched hut courtyard, though not decorated at all one could feel a small sense of power permeating the atmosphere.

Clan Chief! Clan Chief! Clan Chief!

What is it kamal?,

a very simple question but a domineering sense of authority came with it which made the man instinctively arch his back with a small sense of respect and trepidation.

Clan Chief, the fourth madam has given birth.

without any surprise no sound came from the courtyard indicating for kamal to continue.

Kamal immediately fell on both knees,

The madam has given birth to a boy!

still nothing happened.

Kamal slowly placed both arms on the ground and said slowly,

Madam has given birth to a boy with three chosen marks…

The whole place turned silent instantly, the birds stopped chirping and the wind stopped howling.

Kamal could feel a small force pressing on him from the door as footsteps could be heard coming from the thached house courtyard,

A barefoot one point seven meter tall man with a muscular build stepped out of the house

He had very distinct facial features, a well chiseled frame and a single white spot on his forehead which gave him a heroic feel to any onlookers.

His left arm was completely covered in totemic tribal tattoos of an ink black crow with a massive wing span screeching while facing the skies

He wore a garb consisting mainly of fur and animal skin leaving his chest bare, except a peculiar chain of ink black bones that hung down his neck.

Kamal what did you say? The man said with a barely perceptible glimmer in his eyes.

Clan Chief, the fourth madam was taken in by the messenger of the gods this morning, and this afternoon i was told by the priestess herself to tell you that the fourth madam has given birth to a boy with three chosen marks…

The clan Chief imidiately looked up and laughed, this reverberated all around causing the wind to rustle like a rattle in subtle acknowledgement of the clan Chiefs happiness.

Behind the clan Chief a very simple yet stunning woman stepped out of the thatched hut.

She covered her hair with plain cloth yet she possessed an allure similar to that posesed by someone of high standing,

She said nothing and simply stood behind the chief, with a face that hid everything she thought about.

Kamal, call the men of cambali village to prepare for the birthing ceremony.

the uthang blood and diamond must be brought to the village square, the true son of the cambali village has arrived..

Ha ha ha ha ha!!

Kamal's face paled as he said in a shaky voice, clan Chief th, the uthang blood was left by our ancestors for the preservation of the village,

The village elders ar.

Before he could finish his statement

The clan Chief imidiately stopped laughing and looked down,

Kamal go and announce to the village, you have no place to talk about the uthang blood

The next time this happens!,…

The atmosphere turned cold.

Kamal immediately layed down on the ground and shouted, forgive my stupidity clan Chief I was just..

Get out and announce to the village

Kamal immediately stood up and sprinted away.

The clan Chief scofed slightly and imidiately began heading out. Suddenly a small voice came from behind the chief, my husband, I understand that the uthang blood must be used, but even the uthang diamond that is our clan heirloom it benefits the whole village and only one man should not..

The clan Chief did not bother looking back or explaining his thoughts and just walked away.

After noticing the chiefs behavior she instantly kept quiet but one could feel killing intent emanating from her calm face.

The uthang, a blind snake demon known to be as thin as an arm,  but as long as fifty meters, unparalleled in speed but just stays protecting it's uthang diamond waiting for the right time to consume the crystal to gain sight and grow stronger, killed by the fifth village chief and passed down as an heirloom in kambali. No one had the right to use it, not even my second son, now that wenches child will eat it all.

A stronger sense of melancholy emanated from her eyes before she turned around and walked away.

At this moment in a thatched house in the left side of the village chiefs courtyard.

Five topless women between the ages of sixty to eighty were singing tribal songs while claping,

Four of them had white patterns painted on their bodies which made them seem errier, while the lead old lady seeming to have aged the worse had a white ring on her left eye and both arms painted completely white was jumping up and down creating a wierd picture.

Inside the thatched hut, a dark woman with disheveled hair layed on a patterned peice of cloth on the ground, seeming extremely exhausted, but a happy smile could be seen on her face.

Beside her stood an old woman with scrawny fingers and an arched back with tribal tattoos covering every part of her body including her bare sagging breasts, she wore ornaments of bones on her neck and ankles which jingled every time she took a step,

The woman was holding a baby boy with very delicate features pitch black pupils and three glistening white spots on his forehead which seemed to see into ones soul.

The old woman murmured under her breath with a dazed look in her eye.

Three chosen marks, a feat only seen once in cambali's history, you hold so much potential that the gods have stopped talking since your arrival.

What you would bring to this village even the gods refuse to say, is it fortune or destruction?.

The baby being held in the arms of the priestess made no movements and just constantly looked around seeming interested in his new environment.

He had deep black eyes and caramel brown skin that only seemed more delicate the more one looked at him,

He had curly black hair which only seemed to complement his eyes perfectly.

And on his forehead right between his eyebrows was three very conspicuous white dots glistening even without sunlight, they seemed like an extra pair of eyes and gave of the feeling that the world could be understood through them.

The priestess looked him deep in his eyes and smiled,

After which an aged and raspy voice came out of her mouth.

"The mark of the gods lays between his eyes and he has the gaze of a king looking down on the world".

*Ha ha  ha!*