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The Inheritor - Chapter 5

Published at 8th of December 2019 08:23:34 PM


Chapter 5

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After a long time, Alistair woke up, but he was not able to open his eye, he couldn't see, hear, smell or feel anything. Alistair was terrified and thought it was because something went wrong with the process of merging with the white room and thus he shouted for white box.

Then he was teleported to the white room, only then did he relax. Soon he was greeted with a cold and indifferent voice which could even scare a person as ruthless and terrifying as Alistair.

[Welcome host and congratulations for becoming the owner of Zenith box.]

"So this white room is called Zenith box. Are you the soul of Zenith box?" Alistair was relieved slowly calmed seeing the white room. Though the room was a bit dimmer and glummer, it didn't bother Alistair.

[Host I'm not the soul of the Zenith box's soul. The soul is still in development phase; I am a tool spirit similar to a world's guardian]

After hearing what the spirit told Alistair nodded. As all worlds have a guardian governing them it was only logical to have an existence governing a treasure that could devour planets. But Alistair wasn't too excited or overwhelmed by possessing such a treasure; as he has experienced too many ups and downs.

[Host is advised to return to the body as it's harmful for the development of soul to part with its body before birth]

'So I'm inside a women's stomach right now' "How long will I stay in the stomach?" Alistair asked the spirit.

[Host it will take 2 months for your birth]

"Okay send me back" Alistair did not want to cause any permanent damage to his new body. Though he had many questions, he wasn't willing to take the risk.

*******

18th June 9604 Locus Era.

Alistair's mother gave birth to him. When Alistair opened his eyes first he observed the room and found it too plain with few cupboards and there was not even a fan in the room much less an air conditioner, but to his surprise the room temperature was comfortable and the room was not stuffy at all even after delivery.

The room had no ventilation, the windows were tightly shut and door was closed. Even then the room was filled with fresh air. Then he found even more astonishing things though the room and bed looked ordinary it was too clean. They were in mint condition.

Before he could recover from the shock he was lifted. Only then did he look for the people. There were totally three people in the room. Middle aged women who looked ordinary in every aspect and then a young man in his mid-twenties he was lean and handsome; he had a fair face with white hair and deep black eyes. He was refined like a scholar yet his muscles where giving of deep sense of explosiveness; then Alistair found a tired women lying on the bed behind him.

She was just like a heavenly angel and her motherly aura made her even more stunning. She was just wearing an ordinary white dress; though it was plain it could not mask her beauty. She had long black hair and blue pupils she was simply perfect.


Alistair felt a faint connection or bonding with the man and the women lying in the bed and believed that they were his parents. He felt blessed have loving parents again and swore that he would protect them with all his power.

The one carrying him was that mid-aged women, she must be the mid wife. But Alistair did not feel any warmth from her; she was like plank of wood. She was cold and but her eyes just blank or there was no life in it. She was more like Zenith box's tool spirit.

"Dear bring the baby to me, let me have a good look at him." his mother asked his father there was eagerness and affection in her voice.

Then his father took him from the women's hand gently and when he was in his father's hands he could sense warmth and care. Then he was passed to his mother, there he felt like he was in the safest place in the world.

Then his mother stared at him for long time, and then gave a bright smile. "Andre look the kid's just like you; he's surly going to disturb many beauties sleep once he grows."

"Yea, he will surely be well accomplished with many wives and even more girls chasing him, whose son do you think he is?" Both the couple was bickering completely ignoring the mid wife.

Though Alistair was eager to learn more about his new life, a sudden drowsiness came over him and he couldn't resist the sleepiness, slowly slipped into deep sleep.

"Hey Andre what can we name him?" His mother was observing Alistair who was sleeping and asked her husband without lifting her head. She was thinking of different names for Alistair.

"Pass him over, let me take a good look at our son." His father took Alistair from his mother and teased him a bit. Since Alistair was asleep he did not respond, then he thought for some time before coming up with names.

"Helena, how about Quinn?" Andre asked Helena, and then Helena approved the name with satisfied nod.

"Hey sleepy head you will called Quinn Moore. Do you like your name Kiddo?" Thus Alistair got his new name without his consent. Couple started to get more rowdy as they were too happy. But his parents conveniently forgot about their sleeping kid.

"Madame, young master is asleep, so please don't disturb him." the mid wife reminded Helena in a monotonous tone. Immediately both his parents stopped talking and then his father went out leaving the two women and child on the room.

*******

Alistair found himself in the white room again, but this time he was a small baby and not in his soul form. Moreover, his movements weren't restricted like earlier. He was able to move freely without any restrains. Alistair waited for Tool spirit's cold voice. After sometime he started loose his patients so shouted for the tool spirit.

Then a small boy around 10 years suddenly appeared before him. The kid was wearing a long yellow robe and he was bald but it was somehow complementing his attire. He was like a cute little shaolin monk.

His black pupil was too clear and pure, not even a hint of darkness could be sensed form his bright eyes. He was like light god's son, the radiance he emanated could make anyone bow before him in awe except his aura somehow failed to imitate Alistair.

[Welcome Host. Thanks for enduring the painful fusion. I'm not the tool spirit; I'm the treasure soul or Zenith box's soul. My name is Elgar.]

Elgar's voice was like a small kid but it didn't contain any immaturity or childishness. It was filled with wisdom like hearing an old sage's golden words. At the same time Elgar was more like a human compared to the tool spirit or the Guardian.

"Nice to meet you Elgar and how old are you." Alistair was curious about Elgar's real age as he was too mature to be a kid; he was like an old sage.




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