2. The Journey Begins

"Wait, my mother is alive, and you know where I is?! Why didn't you bring her back? Why didn't you tell me?"

Frank's father then interrupted him gave him a peice of parchment. Frank opened the parchment, and started reading it.

Dear son,

"I know you miss me so much, and that is totally reasonable. I hope your dad has been teaching you well, and that since you are ready, it is time for you to go on your first quest."

A quest? what does this mean?

"Your first quest is to go to the Oracle. The Oracle is the only way to find out who you really are. The Oracle will also send you on a quest to find me."

Find her? this ain't hide and seek.

"I have left a map for you inside this letter, and I hope you use it, after all, it is your destiny to use it."

My destiny?

"And one more thing, I am not a not what you think I am. I am not even human. I am a Kronalian. A bird like creature that specializes in heat, fire, and lava. I am a Kronalian warrior, and it is in your blood to be the same."

She is not even human? That's weird. When she was around, she didn't look bird like, and I am not bird like. This does not make since.

"When I went to the Oracle to know what your future would be. It was better than mine, but she told me I can't tell you and that you must talk to her directly, so go on and follow the map to the Oracle.

Love you, Mom.

"She told me not to give it to you until your learned how to truly fight." Franks father said.

"I...I...I don't know what to say" Frank golpped.

"I know it is a lot to take in l, but you will be fine. Now don't worry about me, I have actually saved money for when this would happen."

Frank was shivering now, not knowing why this was happening, he has never left town before, and now he was going to the Oracle by himself.

"She also told me to give you these." Frank pulled out from a compartment in the floor. It was a large wooden case with flame designs on it. He opened the case and pulled out to swords. "These are the Claws of Kronos. These swords all legendary and have been passed down in our generation for eons. Try them out.

Frank's father gave him the swords, they were a little heavy for duel wielded swords. They had designs of flames on them and looked like an Ora was inside the swords.

"I think that is all" Frank's dad said. "Oh wait, she also told me you shouldn't use your real name."

"So what should it be?"

"Anything that fits you"

"I will think about it on the way"

"Love you son"

"Love you too"

Frank packed everything he needed and left the house, He walked down the road, an before he knew it he was heading to the Oracle, and he decided to call himself "Beastlord".