Solar Legacy Michael
Or culture is one that lives in the light of the sun; we are a species that basks in the glow of the ever guiding sun. Long ago a war divided the heavens, angels each a guardian of a different aspect of the universe; forces of nature itself battled in the heavens for the future of the world. What could be described as a war could be better described as a lone angel fighting against his kind on the behalf of humanity. The strongest of the angels, known as SOL, betrayed his kind when they threatened to bring their war to the world of humanity, embodying the sun he used his power to halt the angelic war and aim the angels focus at him sparing humanity a war that would leave the Overworld in ruins. To end the threat, SOL sacrificed his angelic status and fell from heaven sealing his home world from both inside and out, trapping the angels so that there war couldn't harm other beings. When an angel falls its life force is shattered and blown to the wind. Do not confuse the process of falling with death, truthfully the angel never dies; one day it will be reincarnated, it will wander the world unaware of its power that lies within.
Growing up in a large family, 9 year old Michael was the middle child, never receiving the attention he wanted from his parents. Despite growing up in a family of seven children Michael was a lonely child, and unknown to his family and community, he possessed an unusual gift; flames seemed drawn to him as if possessing a mind of their own, and when he is exposed to the fading light of day one can see a faint golden glow bearing the likeness of the sun. Michael always knew that he was destined for greatness even though all others failed to see in him what he saw in himself.
Stories of the great harvest spread, fiendish beasts slaughtering the innocent people of the Overworld, in the name of the great fiend. Though typically the harvest stayed to the central plains of the Overworld, it was quite rare for a raid to happen as far east as Michael's home town. Michael was out playing in the forest surrounding his town; it was nearing the end of the day and Michael was returning home, as he reached the top of the large hill overlooking his village, he saw a black cloud of smoke and ash rising from the village. Terror filled Michael’s heart as he rushed back to his village. Monsters, monsters were laying waste to his town, he ran home sticking to the back streets and alleyways. As he arrived at his house he gazed in horror, his entire family lay slaughtered on the ground outside the home; their lifeless bodies lay still as the town burns down around him. Michael fell to his knees, tears welled up in his eyes, and his world came crashing down on top of him. From the inferno that was consuming his once home, a beast brandishing a large glowing sword erupted from the blaze it blood thirsty gaze landed upon the grieving child. Michael stared up at the beast that was now looming over him like death itself; he heard the stories from traveling merchants from the central plains, Michael was staring into the jaws of an Infernal fiend; the ground shook more violently with every step the fiend took and as it came upon the boy it swung its mighty sword and sent the boy flying. The beast began to walk away when suddenly, the ground shook ferociously, the fiend turned, the once weeping child now stood with tears streaming down his face and raw hatred in his eyes; a golden glow was present around his body and his arms and legs were completely engulfed in flames. With a single scream of furry that could have instilled fear into the heart of the archfiend itself; the flames of the entire burning town swarmed the boy creating a vortex of fire, all of the fiends and voids that ravaged the town stared in pure awe at the boy. Deep at the heart of the raging inferno a single glowing gold wing sprouted from the child’s back.
“GO AWAY,” Michael screamed with rage filling his voice and tears flowing in rivers down his cheeks“, JUST DIE.”
With those words he released the inferno. For miles around it was visible, a column of fire rising from the ground and piercing the heavens.
When the inferno died nothing remained except for the now winged Michael; everything had been reduced to ash. As he stood he wiped his tears and blinked in awe at the destruction he his rage had caused. For the first time he noticed that a lone wing had sprouted from his back, it gave off a golden glow like watching the sunset. He stood and dusted himself off, and simply left the ashen remains of his once hometown, that day he vowed that he would use this power to defeat the forces of the great fiend and free his once great homeland, and in the process avenge his family. He walks in the light of the golden sun heading towards the future.
11 years later; stories echo far and wide, a winged man bathed in the suns golden light fighting on the front lines; daring to oppose the great fiend. This man clad in a heavy leather frock coat and wielding the power of the sun, wreaks havoc on the archfiends forces, saving those that are prey for the fiends. Since that day 11 years ago Michael had never released a power even close to what happened in his home town. During his 11 years of traveling, he met a wise elder, who explained to him the tale of SOL and the angels of old; it became clear to him that his power was the manifestation of half the angels spirit, slowly reforming over time; this took a more noticeable form in the fact that Michael had but a single wing. Somewhere out in the vastness of the Overworld there was another person like him bearing the mark of the solar angel and Michael knew that one day they would meet and something unimaginable would happen. It was that dream that drove the warrior to continue the futile fight against the dark. He was but a spark of hope snarling at the dark.
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