In a small village on the outskirts of the Flaming Mountain Range, a bustling and cheerful noise was sounding as many villagers chatted and laughed. On the archway placed at the entrance of the village there were the words, "Flaming Edge," and just under it on cloth "Grand Awakening Celebration." The sign was large and colorful, illustrating the cheerful event underway.
The awakening ceremony was a common event that took place for every generation of children. All the youths in the village gathered for the sake of discovering their beast souls.
As such, many of the youth villagers burned with excitement as they waited for completion of the ceremony procedures. From young, they have heard the village elders speak of the legends of the terrifying Beast Masters that, with a flip of the hand, can overturn mounts and split seas. The Beast Masters that dive into unknown while they adventure, train, and explore the greatest mysteries of the world.
Due to the prestige of the Beast Masters, many villageslike Flaming Edge make it a tradition to celebrate the beast soul awakenings of the young people who come of age.
For Flaming Edge, this particular celebration was a lot livelier and grander than previous ceremonies. Despite the poor status of the village, there were kegs of fine ales and high quality meats being prepared for everyone. Flaming edge was small village, there were only about 10 buildings arranged in a circular pattern surrounded by a very crude but structurally sound wall made of stone. In the center of the village was a the village hall and the village chiefs' house. The chiefs house was archaic, yet it stood firmly in the center of Flaming Edge.
Within the village hall there were tables laid out with wooden plates and wares. Arranged on the tables were an assortment of homemade foods from the village folk. Many callused hands of different shapes and sizes rustled through the various dishes making a mess of it all. Loud shouts and laughter rang about presenting a very warm and happy atmosphere.
Amidst the noise a very deep and course voice rang out, "Listen up everyone, its about a time we begin with the ceremony."
The voice belonged to a a very tall and burly man. He sat on a small yet exquisite table located at the head of the hall. He wore a very simple pair of dusty brown pants and a shirt made of some type of animal leather that exposed his chest. On his chest was a vicious scar that spanned from his left shoulder down to the ribs on his right side. He had a dusty beard and bushy eyebrows and a pair of intimidating blazing red colored eyes.
This man was the village chief of Flaming Edge, Kazel Keagan, an esteemed Beast Master. As a he began talking, the surrounding villagers immediately quieted down and many excited expressions appeared on the faces of the young hot blooded youths.
"Sticking with tradition we will begin with the oldest of the younger generation. Amon, step forward and place your hand on the awakening pearl."
Next to chief was a dark colored sphere emanating a vicious beastly aura. The process of awakening was quite simple, the beast soul merely needed to be stimulated by the awakening pearl, causing the internal beast soul to awaken. However, although simple, the stress the stimulated beast soul places on the body is servere. As a result, awekening ceremonies demand that the young ones participating be of adequate age.
A dirt covered youth walked out from the crowd, the stout young man was unable to hide the excitement plastered on his wide set face. As he approached the Awakening Pearl he slowly put out his hand and placed it on its black surface.
Suddenly, a loud growl emanated from Amon, a black shadow emerged from the top of his head and began to prance around. It was a small black fox, with white paws. It had an illusory body, and wherever the fox stepped a layer of frost was marked in the shape of its paws.
"Dark Ice Fox, ice and shadow attributes, very nice. Next, James step forward."
"Earth Tortoise, ground attribute. Next…"
As the youths of Flaming Edge walked up to awaken their beast souls, the excitement resounded and cheers erupted. The village chief accurately named each and every beast soul. Beast Masters were extraordinary existences in comparison to a normal people. Their range of knowledge and skills were extensive. Naturally it was a given that such an excellent man became chief.
As the last youngster awakened, the village chief stood up, "Thank you everyone, as you all know this Awakening Ceremony is quite special. My son, Kaden, is now 17, and will also be awakening his beast soul today. Kaden, my son, please come out and place your hand on the pearl."
As the village chiefs voice resounded, silence enveloped the crowd of villagers. Their gazes shifted towards the entrance of the village chiefs house nicely decorated in colorful streamers and artworks. Time passed and the atmosphere grew increasingly more awkward.
Finally the village chief spoke up with stern voice, " Kaden get the fuck out here now!" Silence continued to resound until a very soft "Where's that bastard…" escaped the chiefs lips.
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Meanwhile, in a valley somewhere on the edge of the Flaming Mountains a gallant young man was continuously throwing out fists. His light cloth shirt was drenched in sweat, and his tight fitting clothes only accentuated his chiseled physique under the force of the each punch. He had ruffled brown hair and skin and his eyes were a deep and mysterious shade of purple. He was of an average height yet he emanated an utterly dominating aura.
Suddenly, his fist abruptly sprang out with more force than the previous few. A sharp gale drifted through the grasses and weeds and his face weirdly contorted and became panicked.
"Fuck! The ceremony was today. Father's gonna skin me alive!" He swiftly shot towards the direction of the village and disappeared within the tree line.