The Path of The Ravager

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Days passed without any events of larger significance. The boy was getting to know his life, and enjoyed exploring the vast rooms and corridors of their home.
He was slowly getting adjusted to it all, though it didn't truly feel like home. No place did, actually.

One day he got the resolve to go and ask his father about the object he found in his room.
He brought it to the living room, his father sitting in front of the fireplace, the fire in the otherwise dark room lighting the surroundings.

"Father, I have something to ask you. I found something in my room, and I want to know what it is. What does it do? What is it?"

The boy took the object out, the fire lighting it, and it glistening from the energy and warmth, he showed it to his father.

[color=#FFFFFF]"That? Now, how did that get in there?" The man looked at it, holding it in his hand, the boy expecting his father to feel that same energy, that same power he felt when he took it into his hand for the first time.
A very long second was passing for the boy. He could feel a tension rising, he expected something to happen, but after that second, nothing did.
His father shrugged and put it on the table.

"That? That's just an artifact, nothing special. A trinket, left by a long lost civilization. We just sell them to those various gullible scientists, they don't do anything actually, the just sit there and look pretty. It's jewelry, nothing more."

But the boy knew that it was not so. There was something different about it, something.. special.

The boy always watched it daily, waiting, expecting something to happen. But after that first time he held it in his hand, it felt ordinary, it felt dead again.
But he never did forget what had happened in his room that day, the surge of power coursing through his body, it was an amazing feeling, raising tingles throughout his skin, made him feel powerful, special, different. That's what he sought, anyways.

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