Transmigration Into The Beginning After The End

 CHAPTER 8 -ANOMALY-

Rinia's colored eyes didn't seem to be lying, instead she was telling the truth. Aside from that, I am stupid to think that the seer elf would lie about anything, rather than lying she would instead leave me puzzled as to why she would not fully tell me things. 

"There is a single person who keeps appearing in my visions. However, only that person's shadow is only visible along with two features that apply to you at this moment." Her voice trailed off into something that I couldn't understand but to wait for her to continue. Noticing her usual appearance, the brown robe that seemed to be used for tens if not hundreds of times without being taken out for some other robe, made me realize that everything in the novel was less detailed. 

The prince on the other hand was standing switching between me and the elf like some extreme drama from earth. But after standing for some time, he decided to call upon the guard who had conjured the earthen chair earlier for Rinia. 

"The red crimson eyes that stare back at me when my visions conspire give me the shivers and sometimes even get me from sleeping a day or two." And once again she trails off. 

Rinia didn't want to go into detail, and of course I respect that normally but this is about me and her deviant visions. And something tells me that this is not a good sign coming from a future that I can possibly change. 

In other instances, that could possibly mean that I can't change the future with Arthur's life or other important characters' futures for the better. Naturally I felt a sense of doubt and depression towards this sort of thoughts. 

Not helping those who have helped me during my time on earth was depressing. It was like not helping my parents who have sacrificed so much for me and I was a billionaire, using the money I had to support them for the rest of their time. 

Were my hands tied because of my sudden appearance to this world? 

Will I actually just be able to watch when I could have the power to help others in need? 

Is being on the sidelines the best thing I could do for the rest of my life here in Dicathen?

The mana around me began to move, shifting towards aura and instant spells which I didn't recognize at the moment but later on. Wind moved and formed like a tornado but smaller yet had the same strength as one. Fire turned into magma the moment it touched the ground, Rinia and Mordain had astonished looks and expressions on their faces but I couldn't care less. Earth shook the ground with the gravity deviant and with many pieces of boulders and walls formed in seconds. Water combined with the wind affinity and created the lighting from earlier. Ice was next to come along with sound and mist.

This. 

This was the first time I felt this many feelings and emotions at once. Being overwhelmed with them that the one I noticed the most was anger of the anomaly that I had become in this world. 

Having these emotions fueled up by my strangeness made me feel something different than when Mordain acted up. If something or someone showed me an ounce of hostility right now, I would strive to kill them. Not for the fun or meaning to it but rather for my vent of emotions. 

No, scratch that. 

I would fight all six Lances right here, right now and still find a way to beat them. 

Yet, depriving myself from future strong allies would be a waste right now. 

Onto the main topic, then there must be a reason why I was brought here. My reincarnation. My soul, spirit, knowledge. What was the main reason for me to be here if I can't change history the way it is supposed to be?

What if I was just a pawn? For either being of use to Agrona or Kezess? 

That question just brought even more questions. 

If I am correct, there are only two people who know about reincarnation, that being Agrona and the phoenix race. 

Wait, something here doesn't add up…

After being in my thoughts for a while now, I turned to face both beings that were holding up surprisingly well. Mordain is an exception but Rinia a elf from Dicathen who doesn't have any magical prowess aside from her deviant seer. 

"Rinia, I have a question. This concerns you as well Mordain." I instantly cut off the source of mana into the affinities running wild around us, turning everything to almost normal. "As far as I know, phoenixes are known for reincarnation, yet, something tells me that there is someone else who knows how transferring souls work." 

They both looked at each other, I knew this might be one way to handle what a two year old says but something deep inside me told me that they somehow believed whatever I had said. 

Once again, the lost prince took out the ring image device and turned it on. Showing Rinia this time, she seemed to know these places just by looking at them. I for one didn't know or perhaps just forgot about them during the progression of the novel. Passing through each picture–giving them enough time for Rinia to see them–still had nothing in my mind about these places. 

Earlier Mordain explained something about these places, perhaps these are the locations for the other Keystones that Arthur needs to obtain later in the future. 

The long light red haired asura gave the elf a brief explanation about these images, after Elder Rinia gave me a look of fret. "It appears that these images have given you a trigger, aren't I right Rinia Darcassan?" I spoke, narrowing my gaze to her and her next actions of emotions. 

"How much do you know?" The crazy haired elf said, unaware of my own history with this world. I would rather not disclose my reasons for knowing how the future of every character in this room has, I also must change what I can to save them as well. 

"What do you want to know about? The ending of both you and the elven race? How do the current Lances diminish in the future against a god? How one of your elven lances died by a retainer from Alacrya? Or how Tessia gets kidnapped and used as a vessel for a soul that could turn the tables in the war and use a vast amount of magical prowess like it was second nature called the Legacy?" 

Is what I wanted to say to them but I couldn't, it was impossible to disclose this type of life changing things out of nowhere. Especially coming from a two year old's mouth. 

I let out a sigh, then with my quadra-elemental powers I activated them to float around my palm. Taking some percentage of my mana from my core–which wasn't even full to the brim but rather half way–I was able to enforce them into complete submission. 

The multi-colored eyes from the seer elf widened, a gasp left her mouth like I was doing a miracle. 

After a minute or two of just letting the affinities spin around the surroundings of this room, I stopped channeling mana into them just to start my part of the talk. "This is nothing, my proficiency over these four elements is child's play compared to 'him'. This continent will be in luck two years from now, since there will be another quadra-elemental mage." 

"What do you mean by "another quadra-elemental mage" will appear?" 

At that moment, I saw how Rinia closed her eyes just before Mordain spoke in disbelief towards my claim. Again, no one will believe the words of a two year old with future predictions, yet, my words were not predictions but rather the truth they won't envelope because of the sacred grounds and rules these asuras have been following for the past millennia.

I described to Mordain and to Rinia–who I think had stopped listening after she closed her eyes–with great detail of who it might be but neither of them really understood who it was even with obvious hints and features. 

After some time, I had stopped to some certain point where I thought it would be dangerous to even touch the topic. Changing the future right now won't be ideal, but sure, just by having me here is already ground changing to some point but it won't attract any butterflies in this timeline. 

The blending colors from the elf's eyes shot open with confusion. Seeing as her eyes narrowed towards me like some sort of villain, I instantly knew that she saw the future where she met Arthur and his bond Sylvie. 

What will she do now that she knows I wasn't lying to either of them? 

Silence took over for some minutes to the point where I yawned multiple times while letting both of them think over my statement. In that time, I took some of my thoughts together, ones that I've pushed back for some time and now it was the right moment for them to come out and show their potential. 

First, mana manipulation was one thing. Learning while being here was a con and pro, however, mana here is rich and multiple affinities reside here being beneficial to me in any way. And there is aether as well, leaving that point out is a fault in many ways. Time, fate, space, and existence. Those four elements of aether are crucial to my understanding when the moment comes to explain and perhaps even use aether to help Arthur. 

Though I am getting ahead of myself because of my childish mind and fantasies, I must always remember that this is no longer a fantasy or fictional world, but rather reality that I must embrace now that I have my parents. People who I hold dear and would give up the current future for their happiness… even if it means me being the one who becomes like Agrona or Kezess. 

Let's just hope that won't happen. I thought to myself, laying my head on the hardened bed frame made from earthen affinity. Before I knew it, I had hit my head with the earthen frame. "Ah!" I let out, freaking out both beings in front of me. 

I got irritated but not by the hit I just got, but rather at their chuckles both people decided to do instead of checking for my well-being. "So you do sometimes act like a two year old." Rinia said in the middle of her chuckles. 

Mordain on the other hand only laughed, something that I don't think he did in the novel for the time I've read it. But rather than not conveying the situation with anger, I was just relieved after three months–even though for me it was like a couple of days–seeing them showing a different emotion from worry and concern. 

Nevertheless, that doesn't change the fact that I was an anomaly in this world and I had to use it to my advantage. After all, the Boy-Wonder keeps getting stronger by every time skip then I should as well, to at least keep up with him to even surpass him for a little of a time before he achieves silver stage core or even the aether core after the war. 

That was the first step I needed to take, and today it was the only option, my golden option and I wasn't going to get one in the future anytime soon. 

Now the question was to know how I was going to do it, rather who would teach me to do it…

Wait a minute.

"Mordain, Rinia. I have a request that it's selfish." I finally asked, getting their full attention. "I need some training if you guys want to see a better world, especially you, Rinia Darcassan. Just give me two years here in the Beast Glades, show me how to use mana, show me the way to fight, so that when that time comes I will be ready. Be it Agrona or Kezess, whatever is in my path must I defeat it." 

To be honest, even though I was saying this, it was the first time I have ever felt like saying things from the bottom of my heart. 

In my past life, things like kindness and gratitude were all just fake emotions and actions people would do just to gain something. Doing something for an exchange for something is just not right, that is the reason why I hated that life. 

Calm down Luke, you must remember that you are in a different world. Returning to the past world won't and never could be an option or even possible, so just concentrate on the path in front of you. 

Mordain took a moment to think about my "proposal" with some temperament. As he did, Rinia gave me a straightforward nod without much thought into it. I was thankful to her for this chance that she had given me to redeem myself. But was there anything I had done for my choice of redemption? 

"Hmm, if I were to do this what would I get in return?" The lost prince finally broke the anxious silence that was killing me from the inside. 

"What you get in return is a savior for the human race, along with the chosen one of the djinn, one that could use that Keystone you've been looking at when we first met." I boldly said, because backing down now was like giving up the fort to the enemy without even fighting, and that wasn't in my mind. Losing wasn't a choice I would take. "And eventually, you will get my help when you need it. Send someone, a djinn, a phoenix–Chul if so, or you personally to my location at the time and my help will be there." 

The asuran prince with eyes that imitated the sun turned to the lesser elf who had a smile of relief. That darn sly smile had given me some assurance but it also meant something else was in play. 

"Alright, I will bite, however that savior better be someone who doesn't turn to the dark side. Thinking about Agrona's sly words of treatment and sugar-coated reality could be itself a threat." Lost prince of the eight grand races, Mordain Asclepius, turned to walk outside the doors and opened them to reveal the tall and handsome boy I had met when I first arrived here by the portal. Chul, who had been listening since what he revealed to be entirely everything, subsequently decided to train me and alongside me. 

"Two years, Luke Hodges. You might be quite the arrogant human child if I were to say so myself, but I believe you are capable of such a thing with what you demonstrated to me that day when I tested you. My expectations are higher than before and I hope for your sake that you live up to them."

Before he left the room along with Rinia Darcassan, he left me with just a couple of words that brought me exhilarating excitement. "We begin in two days, meditate with your core and use your healing ability to make your healing and resting rapid." 

"Yes, Mordain." 

That was the halfway step I needed to grow into this world, experience. I needed experience more than anything along with knowledge, all of that in between of a span of two years being the limit. 

After those two years I met the protagonist of this world and the novel of The Beginning After The End, Arthur Leywin. 

 -THIS IS THE END OF VOLUME 1 (MARSHALLED) OF TRANSMIGRATION INTO THE BEGINNING AFTER THE END-

 TO BE CONTINUED!