A young fisherman boy named Jason loses his parents at the tender age of fourteen. With nothing but the instructions to speak to the Iris Familia about his real identity, he travels to Orario in hope of answers. What he finds is even stranger than anything his mind could come up with, and the Gods aren't pleased with what his parents did.
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More Than Bones (DanMachi OC)
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Prologue:And End
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Prologue: An End
The smell of fresh caught fish, the creaking of planks, the sounds of seagulls, and the ever present bustle of the docks was a beautiful sensation. The town of Melen stood around a large lake that led out to the sea in a river. It was not too far away from Orario, and even the Adventurer's Guild had a branch here.
In all rights, it should have been a wonderful place, But today, it was a strange day. The wind didn't blow quite so right. The sun seemed to shine only so brightly, and the waves seemed dulled. The very air seemed to mourn something. Someone.
Sitting on a chair next to a white curtained bed in a creme blue room on a large manor atop a grassy hill, there was a young man. He had short brown hair that was very silky, with gray eyes and pale skin. On his chest was a gray cloth shirt, and he wore gray pants tightened by a thick brown belt. He was barefoot at the time, and his toes were slim, showing none of the fat that many inlanders had.
"Father. Mother. Please, don't leave me!" He cried out as he held in his youthful hands the withered old hand of his father, an old man with long white hair, piercing blue eyes, and thin lips. The blanket rested over him and his wife, who seemed to barely be hanging on. It did seem age had taken them far beyond what a Human should rightly have gone.
"Jason. You've made this old man proud, and your mother Elektra feels the same way, but it's time for me to leave you. For us to leave you. It is time for you to move on from this town. You tell us all the time you don't like fishing, and that you wanted to go to the dungeon. Go to Orario, make a life for yourself. It's time to let go." His father croaked out softly.
"No! Dad. Mom. Stay with me!"
The woman, his mother also had long wispy white hair, and dull gray eyes. Her body was frail in her silk night clothes, and the blanket lay at her waist. Her eyes had largely lost there light, aside from the occasional twinkle of life. It really was the end.
Her voice barely made it past a whisper, but it made it to Jason's ears.
"Son. Our bodies may be failing, and we will soon be gone, but do not grieve. We will live. Live eternal. We will still be watching over you from afar."
"Go to the Iris Familia, and tell her of our passing. We may have not gotten along well in this life, but she deserves to know. She will take you in, and tell you the secrets we could not...Would not tell you in our lives. Goodbye Jason. We have always loved you." She finished before the light faded from her eyes, and she went limp on the bed.
"And we always will."
His father finished the sentence his mother couldn't.
"NO!" Jason shouted. Getting up from the chair, his tears streaming. He ran around to his mother's side of the bed.
"Mother, don't go!"
However, it was already too late. She was beginning to go cold, as if her soul had departed for the underworld already.
"Come to my side, my son." His father choked out, barely louder than a soft word.
"Father. Don't you go on me too!" Jason cried out. He was only fourteen. He couldn't take this. He bounded back around to his chair, and leaned close to his father
"We are not who you think we are...I'm sorry for deceiving you. Please find it in yourself to forgive u..." his words cut off, and his body went limp, like a puppet who's strings had been cut. Leaving the young boy alone in his now empty home.
"Father! I don't care if you were deceiving me. Just...Don't leave me all alone." Jason finished softly, falling forward, his face buried deeply in the dead man's chest. He stayed like that for ten more minutes, sobbing silently into the dead body of his father.
Then, a soft golden light filled his vision, as his parents bodies coalesced into golden rays and shot through the roof, leaving him with an empty bed and the soft sounds of seagulls in the distance.
"Father. Mother. I will go to the Iris Familia, and find out your secrets, and I'll bring you back, so we can be family again. I don't care who or what you were. I just don't want you gone..." Jason fell forward onto the white bed, his tears staining dark the soft blue blanket.
"This I swear. I wont forget the love you have shown me, no matter what I learn." He sniffled as he regained some composure.
Life was going to change for him, and change it would. In many ways he was not ready for.
It would change in many ways he could not grasp for many more years to come.
The smell of fresh caught fish, the creaking of planks, the sounds of seagulls, and the ever present bustle of the docks was a beautiful sensation. The town of Melen stood around a large lake that led out to the sea in a river. It was not too far away from Orario, and even the Adventurer's Guild had a branch here.
In all rights, it should have been a wonderful place, But today, it was a strange day. The wind didn't blow quite so right. The sun seemed to shine only so brightly, and the waves seemed dulled. The very air seemed to mourn something. Someone.
Sitting on a chair next to a white curtained bed in a creme blue room on a large manor atop a grassy hill, there was a young man. He had short brown hair that was very silky, with gray eyes and pale skin. On his chest was a gray cloth shirt, and he wore gray pants tightened by a thick brown belt. He was barefoot at the time, and his toes were slim, showing none of the fat that many inlanders had.
"Father. Mother. Please, don't leave me!" He cried out as he held in his youthful hands the withered old hand of his father, an old man with long white hair, piercing blue eyes, and thin lips. The blanket rested over him and his wife, who seemed to barely be hanging on. It did seem age had taken them far beyond what a Human should rightly have gone.
"Jason. You've made this old man proud, and your mother Elektra feels the same way, but it's time for me to leave you. For us to leave you. It is time for you to move on from this town. You tell us all the time you don't like fishing, and that you wanted to go to the dungeon. Go to Orario, make a life for yourself. It's time to let go." His father croaked out softly.
"No! Dad. Mom. Stay with me!"
The woman, his mother also had long wispy white hair, and dull gray eyes. Her body was frail in her silk night clothes, and the blanket lay at her waist. Her eyes had largely lost there light, aside from the occasional twinkle of life. It really was the end.
Her voice barely made it past a whisper, but it made it to Jason's ears.
"Son. Our bodies may be failing, and we will soon be gone, but do not grieve. We will live. Live eternal. We will still be watching over you from afar."
"Go to the Iris Familia, and tell her of our passing. We may have not gotten along well in this life, but she deserves to know. She will take you in, and tell you the secrets we could not...Would not tell you in our lives. Goodbye Jason. We have always loved you." She finished before the light faded from her eyes, and she went limp on the bed.
"And we always will."
His father finished the sentence his mother couldn't.
"NO!" Jason shouted. Getting up from the chair, his tears streaming. He ran around to his mother's side of the bed.
"Mother, don't go!"
However, it was already too late. She was beginning to go cold, as if her soul had departed for the underworld already.
"Come to my side, my son." His father choked out, barely louder than a soft word.
"Father. Don't you go on me too!" Jason cried out. He was only fourteen. He couldn't take this. He bounded back around to his chair, and leaned close to his father
"We are not who you think we are...I'm sorry for deceiving you. Please find it in yourself to forgive u..." his words cut off, and his body went limp, like a puppet who's strings had been cut. Leaving the young boy alone in his now empty home.
"Father! I don't care if you were deceiving me. Just...Don't leave me all alone." Jason finished softly, falling forward, his face buried deeply in the dead man's chest. He stayed like that for ten more minutes, sobbing silently into the dead body of his father.
Then, a soft golden light filled his vision, as his parents bodies coalesced into golden rays and shot through the roof, leaving him with an empty bed and the soft sounds of seagulls in the distance.
"Father. Mother. I will go to the Iris Familia, and find out your secrets, and I'll bring you back, so we can be family again. I don't care who or what you were. I just don't want you gone..." Jason fell forward onto the white bed, his tears staining dark the soft blue blanket.
"This I swear. I wont forget the love you have shown me, no matter what I learn." He sniffled as he regained some composure.
Life was going to change for him, and change it would. In many ways he was not ready for.
It would change in many ways he could not grasp for many more years to come.