Gnashing his bloodied teeth, groaning from the sensation, only for the Individual to break a laugh. "Therefore, it is up to all of you as I offer these things to atone for all the things that I did..!" Resetting the universe by returning it into the past, erasing all memories of everyone except for those of Nurne and the Individual's soul.
Materializing inside of a man who had died like a portable angstrom, making them both together as one. Witnessing a sparkling whirl from the pulsating Orb before it created a very powerful luminous explosion.
Giving rise to the once countless galaxies, planets along with its various extraterrestrial and terrestrial life forms. Thus, a new beginning has once again started. It ended in failure.. the Individual- no, Everlaas.. almost lost all of his memories that when he opened his eyes, there was only a space filled with nothing but a white canvas.
A gaze blankly fixed as if waiting for something, unknowing. He remained in this empty place for a time.
Like a grain of sand, furthest of the northwestern galaxy, there exists a small world Myrrhh. And inside a small, thatched roof, lived a young brown-haired male.
Mumbling and quivering in his sleep, moving once on his left before switching on the right. He did it again, repeatedly twice now.
A wrinkled brow, perhaps struggling to keep his eyes closed. Grumbling out, the vein on his neck bulged, sitting up quickly before shouting the name of a certain group.
"MARQUESSATE AN-!!" Just to croak in that same moment, causing him to cough several times from the sudden physical effort. Too bright to open those eyes wide, simply enough to see a faint vision of something flying towards him.
Deluding himself that it was nothing, more concerned on his throat's condition before it hit. Sending him back on his bed, but now fully blazed.
Staring right into that ceiling, groaning the next before covering those eyes. "Shut up! You've been talking like an idiot! And who the hell is marcheesewhat!?"
Elias pushed the very same block of hay aside from his body and rebounded himself, remembering the direction of that sound before rushing in to wrestle the guy. Crying out all his bottled-up anger, proving his struggles futile after feeling a strong grip on his shoulders.
Lifted up in the air, then tossed back again on that same bed. Tussling an invisible enemy, looking like a fish on a dry land. "What are you two doing?!" A more feminine voice, while hearing a small clink, "Mooo..!"
Opening it to a squint, just to see a man at front covering himself from being hit by a casted-iron pan from a woman. There on my peripheral view, a large cloven-foot animal could be seen.
Approaching me, then eating parts of my bed. 'A cow..?' Something about it seemed unsettling to the eye, but also one that couldn't make me look away.
Blinking more than three times to get a good look, I couldn't help but extend my right hand over its neck, 'Betty..?' Siphoning many memories in my head, unlocking a forgotten dream in that same instance.
My body shook as my eyes began to tear up, sniffling in the nose. 'Maybe the two of them..!' Seeing the two go around a table, acting like children playing a fun game.
A muscular man, brown and a hint of gray in the hair and beard. Eliam, the adoptive father of Elias. "P-pa?!"
Running close after making a turn, just to say, "Brat, stand up already..!" Then continuing his words, "And greet your mother who is waiting for us so that we can eat!"
I knew instantly the moment I saw the face of that same woman, whom my father was running away from. Black and a hint of gray in her hair, her name is Manuella- my own beloved mother.
Coming to me with a concerned look on her face, helping me get up while saying, "Have you had a bad dream, Eli? There's no need to cry anymore, okay?" Evading my gaze from hers, just focused on the dusty ground.
Remembering what happened to them in his past life- how I abandoned them, thinking how much of a burden they were in my life, just to rescue my own. Back then, when monsters had invaded this world, which took many lives from the region, including this village.
Unable to sleep after realizing what I'd done to them and knowing that there was no way back nor could I return again. Shame began eating me from inside while I wept with a broken heart, constantly having the urge to crush my head on a wall, to the point that I had to harm my body to force myself to fall asleep on a decrepit alley.
A guilt that would always brush in my mind, making me remember just how awful I was as a son..
Turning to face her, struggling to keep myself from crying. It proved pointless, quivering uncontrollably on my lips before I crossed my arms behind for a hug. "Ma..!"
Gripping tight, "Brat, you're going too far on that." Manuella looked at him with a concerned face, so Eliam went after realizing that it had indeed gone far. Unlike Eliam who shows a strict discipline, she rather spoils Elias instead.
Almost making a laugh, moving his body away after feeling that pinch on his left abdomen. It wasn't over, just for another time. Something was very wrong with their son, wailing so much that Manuella couldn't help but shed a tear from hearing it.
Brushing her hand on his hair, back and forth it went until it was finally over. They sat together with a freshly cooked stew atop of the table, reaching over a ladle full of potatoes and meat on a bowl.
Unlike Eliam who shows a strict discipline, she rather spoils Elias instead. Manuella and Eliam wanted to have a kid born with their blood, yet due to their age alongside an infertile condition, those nightly efforts were always brought to naught, which they've grown tired of- now devoid of such want.
But one fortunate night, just when they returned home from their exhausting work. They stumbled upon a naked child right in front of their doorstep, sleeping quietly on the cold ground.
No sound, not even a yelp for help. The infant laid there in silence, as if waiting for its demise. Manuella upon seeing this, motioned for Eliam to take his clothes off as she quickly and gently dressed the naked child.
Knocking at the door to their closest neighbor, little by little, Manuella had grown hesitant at every time they didn't know. Even those women that always take part in gossips weren't aware of such a thing.
Who would be more eager to care for a child after wishing to have one themselves? Still, the couple had no choice except to wait for the real guardians to come.
A year goes by and the child was already old enough to have a name, yet no one had approached them inquiring of the child. So they had to decide themselves, but as the child was not their own, they decided to name him, "Elias," as he was a male. Honoring Eliam, for being the adoptive father of the child.
And that was my backstory, one that I knew of after asking them before. Nevertheless, I am more than satisfied to be back here in my own loving home, something I never really understood in the past- perhaps much too late.
I couldn't bring myself to look at them, having that same look in their faces. Guilty, while swirling the food around with a spoon. Closing to take a deep breath, just away from their peering glimpse- simply for a moment of myself to have that courage to be better.
Fortunately, Pa broke that awkward silence with the sounds of his utensils, continuously slamming the bowl as he gobbled his meal.
Chuckling at the delicacy he was having, Manuella now noticed that slight, reddish bump on their son's forehead. Puffing her upper lip slightly, while chewing with her teeth before looking at Eliam with a frown. Despite a mouthful of food, he extended a bowl over, asking for another portion from his wife.
Unfortunately for him, she ignored his subtle request and simply waited for their son to eat. Meanwhile, Eliam began reaching for the ladle instead.
Only to be given an annoyed look, moving the pot closer to her as Manuella guarded it from his hand. With no luck, he sighed and stood up before crouching down after he had gotten near, "Let me see your face, son."
Facing him, Eliam proceeded to laugh, "It doesn't seem to be that bad, right?" But the glimpse of his wife's expression made Eliam clear his throat, "I'm sorry about what I did earlier, son. But hey, you should eat now since your Ma cooked it for you."