After a half hour of countless running, the cave had finally been met and lost the sligs at the same time. Calvarr and rest sat down nearby to rest.
"Didn't know we could run that fast." He said. "Nice job."
Calvarr had been having something more on his mind, besides all the sligs that were mainly after Darvek and possibly himself. Perhaps he was more than the person outside of himself. You know, a mad Poison-maker that didn't have any friends or happiness.
'No,' he thought. 'I'm....a lot more than that.' The old days were starting to come back.
* * *
He was back in Raville, his old town. It was a very warm day out, several steefs were dying on exaustion (Calvarr was 14 in human ages at this time).
He thought about the gang again. Gutless. Oh how he hate them so much.
Anyways, Calvarr was trying to cool himself down while the other members of Gutless we're staying cool with ice stolen from fellow citizens. He wandered around the town blindly looking for something to do. Suddely, he saw a large, church-like building he had never noticed before. It was in a white color, and was made of Marble. Marble! That is something that Steef never have. Encarved in it were golden lines and ruined marks that almost sang out to him. He could feel the harmony of the curch all around his body.
'How did this get here?' He asked himself. 'I don't remember this church.'
Calvarr walked up to the titan-sized doors, and look a big gulp. Then, he had opened them. Something had sang out to him, and a large light came out of the doors and shinned apon him. He was nearly blinded and shielded his eyes with his right arm. When it was over, he found himself in a cloudy room. It had large, golden collums and statues of mighty and brave heros. Why is this so familiar?
'Calvarr. You had finally come.' A voice sang out to him.
'What?!' Calvarr yelled out in confusion.
He saw someone sink down from the skies. It was a bright figure, whom which he couldn't identify. The figure pointed at him, and Calvarr stood there with bright, huge eyes.
'Come forth, my child.' The figure said in a deep voice.
He slowly stepped towards and figure nervously. He actually almost went in tears looking at him.
'Alright.' Announced Calvarr. 'I wanna know what's going on here, and why you called me your child. I have no parents, and even if I did I-'
'Calm, child.' The figure said. 'There is nothing to fear. My name is Gryt, and I am your clear Father. Wait in silence as I tell my story. You are chosen, Calvarr. You will become a hero and save the Natives from complete destruction. You're just getting off to a rocky start. Listen, and listen very well. In the future, you will discover a treasured essence called -Tears of the Past-. I need you to do something very special for me, and remember this forever! Bring it to me, and I will give you further instructions.'
'I don't believe you! You can't control my fate, and you are NOT MY FATHER!' Calvarr rudely yelled out.
'You must look inside yourself, child.' Said Gryt. 'You'll soon know why you are chosen. Now, you must go. Goodbye, Calvarr! We shall meet again! Count on it!'
'But wait! I-'
But it was too late. Calvarr found himself standing in the middle of city.
'CALVARR YOU IDIOT!' Someone yelled as he got kicked in the back. He fell on the ground in pain, and was getting dragged by someone. It was Relt, one of the more meaner members of Gutless. He kept yelling at Calvarr at he dragged him through the dirt. 'What did the leader say?! NO GOING OUT OF THE ALLEY!'
* * *
Calvarr then went back to the present.
"Oh my Odd!" He yelled. "Tears of the Past!"
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