(POV: Magnus)
'What is going on?' I asked myself while struggling to move my body in the dark.
Suddenly, a ray of light pierced the darkness around me, clearing to see a scene.
In the scene, I saw familiar faces, but in a state of confusion, I couldn't remember where I had seen them.
All of a sudden, my thoughts sharpened like a fog being cleared, and I came to realise who these people were.
These were the faces of people who gave birth to me in a previous life. They were smiling and laughing while they played with my toddler's hands.
The love and affection in their eyes for eachother and for me was a foreign experience.
Due to this harmonious scene, I start to wonder where things went wrong.
As a child, I was sharp. I understand why these people done awful things to me.
It is no excuse for them to treat a child like they did and vent their anger after a fight.
A child had no right to suffer because their adult life took a turn for the worse.
A common ancient saying is, "Every child deserves parents, but not every parent deserves children."
Due to continuous hurt and abandonment, I concluded that no matter what, don't expect something from somebody; they don't owe you anything.
The scene changed again to where my alleged parents started arguing, the man who is my father, rushed out of the lavish room while closing the door forcefully, indicating his anger.
While my mother started crying, her bloodshot eyes were full of tears when her eyes met mine.
She decided to vent her anger on me while I was clutching the teddy bear they got for me to play with.
She picked me up and hurled me toward the bed, causing me to hit the headrest of the bed.
I started bleeding from my head instead of checking I was okay, she poured herself alcohol while mumbling, "It is all your fault. If.... If you hadn't born, everything would been the same."
Well, there goes my last expectation, even if women abandoned me, at least she didn't physically abuse me, that's what I thought.
Apparently, I was wrong; she and he both were hypocrites and the lowest of scums.
Again, the scene was about to change, and I sensed a pull from somewhere. I didn't fight the pull because I wanted to leave this nightmare, more precisely, my memories.
After some time, my eyes opened, and I decided to take a look around to see where I was and what the soft thing was that in my mouth. I was also holding it in my small hands unconsciously.
'Well, I'd be damned!' I exclaimed. To tell the truth, I was being nursed by a woman of brown colour with thick black hair and eyes.
And you guessed it right, the soft thing in the facility of hand and mouth was that woman's titty.
For a grown man in the child's body, it was certainly a quite novel experience, and I refused to think further otherwise Slaanesh would love my virgin arse.
So I carefully extracted from the milk supply station to further confirm my surroundings.
The area around me portrayed a grim reality; there were bloodied bodies placed in front of the tent while the people around them wailed as banshees.
Those people, I can assume, were the family members or close friends.
Then I further extended my area of observation to examine the area.
I observed some bioengineered animals resting around the camp.
These animals had an uncanny resemblance to the second millennium animal, mainly known as a camel; they were huge, specifically made to bear the supplies burden of the whole tribe.
Whilst they sat, they gave an ample cover from the chilly night winds of the desert and also acted as a buffer zone in case any warp beast attacked.
But they were sitting too conjustedly if a warp beast were to attack, it would only provide cover for a short time.
Putting aside the knowledge of siege warfare that was instilled into my mind by the Emperor.
All in all, the starting point is not bad compared to some of my brothers.
As I was planning how to subjugate the planet, a child barely 13 years old moved toward us.
"Meh tu sed ru ta sert?" (Mom! Is he awake?) She said in a foreign language, and she observed me with awe in her eyes.
"Seh! Eh hf dffake! Dan eh ci onw ryuo dftr."(Yes! He has awakened! And he is going to be your brother.) The woman replied with a maternal smile.
I didn't know what they were saying, but their words were filling my language dictionary, maybe the perk of being a demigod.
The maternal smile of this woman rubbed me the wrong way, especially after the flashback.
In the meantime, the woman and daughter, I assume, are talking about how I would settle into their family dynamic.
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A man came to us, he was tall for a normal human with broad shoulders and the same skin tone as women.
He looked at me cautiously while calculating if I was worth it or not. You ask how I know, well, I was using warp sorcery to read his peripheral thoughts.
Honestly, I didn't blame him for that because being a nomadic tribe in a harsh world is quite hard.
Every resource is precious and scarce. Well, if they take me in, it will be their good luck; if not, then don't blame me for being rude.
(A/n: God! I wanted to use this Chinese expression so badly for a long time.)
(POV: Ahsolramt)
(Back to Magnus Landing on Planet)
We were in a desperate situation; life is as hard as it can be being a nomad on this sandball.
But these filthy beasts made life quite impossible.
The warriors of my tribe were fighting the warp beast to fend it off.
The third of strong-bodied men were slaughtered. If the situation remained the same, the whole tribe would be exterminated.
As I was drowning on the verge of despair, a capsule-shaped asteroid hit dead on the head of the grotesque creature, killing it as a result.
The non-combattants of the tribe were cheering, but the faces of my tribe's warriors were grim.
It was too much of a coincidence for an incubation pod, as it seems to be to hit the creature.
In my career as the tribe's leader, shaman, and warrior, such a coincidence rarely yields a good ending.
(A/n: It seems Tzeentch is quite trolling this tribe.)
The honour code of the warrior is online, so we cannot ignore whatever it is in the gestation pod or a weird-shaped spaceship, especially if it is defenceless.
So we decided to look into the pod. When we neared the pod, it opened automatically with a hiss and inside was a human child.
But it was too perfect for a human child. It was like an exquisite statue of marble carved with care by the master artisan.
For the time being, I decided to take this child in. So I keep an eye on this child in case it is not what it appears to be.
(Back to present)
Now I look into the child's crimson eyes, which had a look far too intelligent for a toddler's eyes.
His aura was like a celestial being looking down at a mortal.
After I observe him for a while, I decided to give him a name, either he will be the greatest king of all the Prosperos or the greatest disappointment.
In the similarity between the two results, I decided to name him "Magnus".
It means " the greatest" or "the mightiest"
(POV: Magnus)
After staring at me for some time, there was a hint of determination in the man's eyes, indicating that he had come to a final decision.
So he took me into his arms from the woman and yelled at his tribe members to gather around.
While the crowd was gathering, I also zoned out, calculating the countermeasure if there was someone among the tribe who could be a lackey of the Chaos god.
Because from the canon I knew it is a favourite scheme of all Chaos Gods to plant a close warrior in the legion of Primarchs to lead the whole legion to Chaos.
I was more paranoid and afraid because I am most likely to be targeted by Tzeentch, who is sneakier and subtler than the rest of his kin.
I came to attention when the leader of the tribe lifted me above his head like Simba.
I didn't understand much of it, but I got the gist of it that he named me "Magnus." As it was a name decided by the heavens.
In the end, the future will decide if I follow heaven's will or my will become heaven's.
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So I decided to change Prospero's climate in this book, and the cause of it will be cleared in the next chapters.
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