Hue-man and The Heir
In the old times, there was a village at the centre of the land where people were ruled by the power of magic. The magician with the greatest skills had the right to take control.
We could call the first sorcerer The Master, no one knew the source of these capabilities, people whispered that he sold his soul to evil spirits, others assured that he was born with the powers, but if you ask me, I’d say he had acquired them. The Master established new rules to make everything arranged. Anyone who broke any rule was killed by the spell of death.
The village depended on agriculture to prosper, it was divided into two categories of people: peasants and owners. The owners were a small group that possessed all the farms in the village. In the beginning, The Master forced the two categories to pay him taxes according to their income, but the owners got closer to The Master and built a good relationship with him, this resulted in decreasing their taxes. In the end, The Master married the richest owner’s daughter and from this point, we can say our story begins.
The Master theoretically fixed his roots in the soil of the village by creating a big family that inherits it and its peasants, as if they’re part of their possessions, and physically by using his Mastery to put a spell. According to it, whenever the people tried to take actions threatening his authority or descendants’, the village would immediately turn into ruins. He declared this to his people, he also wrote his life and experience in books to transfer his knowledge to his descendants only.
After five generations, one of The Master’s great-grandchildren got his great-grandpa’s abilities, we may call him The Heir, and so he deserved to be the ruler of the village. I think “deserved” is not the most suitable word, we may use “was destined” as it is more descriptive, anyway.
When The Heir was young, he never tried to develop his skills, he depended on the natural abilities flowing through his veins, he was sure that no one would ever consider getting closer to him or The Master’s family, but he didn’t know that these abilities were fading from one generation to another.
One of the peasants, who served in the palace, was secretly borrowing the books of magic that were written by The Master to get his son to learn from them. The peasant’s son, who was at the same age as The Heir, he was named Hue-man, he had a skin colour that differed from others.
When The Heir became the ruler, Hue-man had finished reading all of The Master’s books and practised the spells they contained, he even tried to create new ones.
Hue-man gradually began to show his skills to friends, neighbours and other peasants. He had lots of followers who believed in him. At that moment, he announced that The Master’s family didn’t have the right to rule, the peasants should rebel against the high taxes they pay, they should rebel to take their rights, and that they should own the land they worked at.
A Lot of individuals agreed with Hue-man, and when others reminded him of the spell that would destroy the village he replied, "we should rule our village, or we should build another one.”
The Heir knew there’s a rebellion beginning to develop under the command of a peasant called Hue-man, fractures in the land began to appear.
Hue-man asked himself, "why don’t we have a fresh start?"
He asked his followers to take everything they could carry and leave the village so that The
Master’s family couldn’t find anyone to rule, it was full immigration.
The fractures in the land were rapidly increasing, The Heir gathered his wizards, then they surrounded the village borders to prevent anyone from leaving.
Was it fair to create a battle between an army of wizards and peasants? When Hue-man found out it was a trap, he asked The Heir to fight like the old times, one-on-one; the one who captures victory would put his conditions upon the other.
The Heir confidently smiled, he thought that he had triumphed. He started with the spell of death, but he didn’t know that Hue-man created a counterspell.
It was then Hue-man’s turn, he whispered a spell that turned The Heir into stone, the army of wizards immediately started to use their magic against the peasants, but the ground underneath them didn’t give them a chance, it was violently shaking, they randomly ran away towards the North.
Hue-man was still looking at The Heir, "The Master did that to you not us, it’s your grandpa's fault, I know you can still hear me." The Heir moved his eyes and tears began to find their path, one of Hue-man’s friends pulled his arm, to force him to run, the village was collapsing, Hue-man tried to carry The Heir on his shoulders, but his friend prevented him from doing that.
The fractures in the land were rapidly increasing, The Heir gathered his wizards, then they surrounded the village borders to prevent anyone from leaving.
Was it fair to create a battle between an army of wizards and peasants? When Hue-man found out it was a trap, he asked The Heir to fight like the old times, one-on-one; the one who captures victory would put his conditions upon the other.
The Heir confidently smiled, he thought that he had triumphed. He started with the spell of death, but he didn’t know that Hue-man created a counterspell.
It was then Hue-man’s turn, he whispered a spell that turned The Heir into stone, the army of wizards immediately started to use their magic against the peasants, but the ground underneath them didn’t give them a chance, it was violently shaking, they randomly ran away towards the North.
Hue-man was still looking at The Heir, "The Master did that to you not us, it’s your grandpa's fault, I know you can still hear me." The Heir moved his eyes and tears began to find their path, one of Hue-man’s friends pulled his arm, to force him to run, the village was collapsing, Hue-man tried to carry The Heir on his shoulders, but his friend prevented him from doing that.
Hue-man and his followers moved towards the South.
I don’t know what happened to these two groups, I think they founded their own villages, the quarrel between them is still on in another form.
Was Hue-man another embodiment of The Master? I don’t know, just try to guess!
Let me focus on The Heir, he stayed locked in his rocky skin until he died, he saw everything collapsing, this spell was made up by Hue-man, not by The Master. I think it’s a kind of torture to watch everything built by your family going to the ground, all the village and its surroundings turned into a very low levelled land.
The Heir stayed raising his hand with sadness covering his face, he stayed abandoned for three centuries, when another group of people came. They found the land they were looking for, it was so fertile and near the groundwater.
Under the ruins, someone found the statue of The Heir, he showed it to his people who thought it was the statue of the village's original founder. His eyes were still shiny, they were following whoever observed them, the people believed it was a miracle, and so he was worshipped again.