(My chronicles are still under construction…I appreciate any suggestions)
T-Vell has always been special. Handsome, strong, dependable, and trustworthy are the words the villagers use to describe him. Around the village the young boy rescues cats from trees, helps the elderly carry their bags, and occasionally helps the villagers find their lost loved ones. Now these loved ones are usually cattle and pets that strayed too far from home, but they count too.
T-Vell is not the smartest student in his school, or in his class for that matter. He doesn’t make the best grades in math or science, but what he lacks from the textbooks he more than makes up for on the battlefield.
He easily dispatches monsters that the other students dare not step into the ring with. Rescuing cats from trees gives him agility; this agility makes him a hard target to hit. Carrying bags gives him strength; this strength allows him to wield the heaviest weapons as if they are feathers. Chasing cattle and dogs gives him speed; this speed makes it hard for opponents to keep up with the boy.
Walking home from the training battlefield, T-Vell hears a cry. Rounding the corner, the boy finds himself surrounded by monsters. Without hesitation or repent the monsters rush the boy. T-Vell laughs at the audacity of the beasts and goes into battle.
The battle rages on for hours. Wave after wave of monsters fall before the boy’s might. The sun begins to rise on the battlefield. The intensity of the battle becomes apparent as the rising sun reveals piles of dead monsters, slime covered trophies, and shiny gold coins.
The boy is tired and can feel his strength fading. He can barely raise his weapon. His lungs are heavy. The monster strikes; the boy can barely lift his weapon to protect himself from the critical blow. His weapon slams to the ground. As the monster prepares to finish the boy, it is struck by a barrage of lightning bolts. As the boy rolls the beast off him, he hears a booming voice in the sky.
“Get up; you are not tired. Finish this!”
The boy gets up and is amazed to find all his wounds are healed. He picks up his weapon, glowing red with a holy power. T-Vell dispatched the remaining monsters and fell to his knees.
“I am Veezy, your god. You have proven yourself worthy of my divine protection and guidance,” said the booming voice from the heavens.
A bright light flashes temporarily blinding the boy. As he regains his sight a being appears, glowing with power. “You will be a great hero. You will slay many monsters in the name of your god. You will defeat any hero who is foolish enough to battle you in the Arena. You will build a Temple in Godville so that all may worship me. In return you will be rewarded with riches, and your name will be etched into the Pantheons among the greatest of heroes. I will guide and protect you.”
The being disappeared leaving behind a floating scroll. Reaching for the scroll, he knew what to do. Picking up his coins and trophies, he looks at his watch and wonders if he can make it to the bar before last call.