Infinite Magus

While those events happened, something else was happening on the other side of the world. A boy was running through the snow, a boy with the hair of a raven and the eyes of the sea. His name was Agon. A child who was afraid. Death came to the children who didn't run. He ran up a hill. To a small cave. Where his grandmother stayed. His grandmother was a sage. Someone that communicated with the weaver of fate, a god that determined the future. She would interpret the gods incomprehensible words in paintings. His grandmother had her eyes closed, another communication.

He sighed as he looked at her newest interpretation. A picture of a boy with a giant serpent. Holding a sword of pure white, touched by the light and darkness. He had heard his grandmother talk about a boy many times. A messiah, a savior. Though, he didn't believe in it. He thought that there was no way a single man could cleanse the darkness of this world. At night, the children in this land that was forgotten by the gods would be taken by demons. They would emerge from the shadows during the witching hours. The times between sunset and midnight.

He noticed his grandmother sleeping in the corner. His grandmothers home was the only haven for him from the Oni. The village was claimed by demons long ago. When the gods abandoned their land. And they took children. Despite the warnings. Many children were still birthed. To keep them safe. Some people sent them away. To the central kingdom across the sea. Where the high king resided. That's the place that was still touched by light. His grandmother said that one day, the Messiah would come. And cleanse their land in rays of gold. Return things to how they once were.

But he doubted it. He heard his grandmother stirring a bit as she awoke.

"Oh…Agon, it is those hours again, isn't it? Do not worry. You are safe here. The oni would not dare to trespass on a sages territory."

"Yes, hello grandmother, I know I'm safe here…but the Oni always approach closer every night. I felt them watching me in my sleep when I slept her last night."

"Hm…perhaps it is time then." His grandmothers tone switched to a monotone voice as she stood and grabbed a bag packing things inside.

"Time for what, grandmother?"

"Time for you to flee. In this bag is food, water, money, enough to last for weeks. And enough gold to get you across the sea, to the kingdom of Alvaros. Where the high king resides. Flee from this godless land, Agon. When you find the high king. Venture to the forbidden lands, and find the messiah. Return our land, bring our rays and showers of gold!"

"But…grandmother…"

"You must go now! While the Oni do not look, run as fast as you can, Agon! Run until your legs give out!"

The boy was scared. But hesitantly, he took the bag. And ran. Just like his grandmother said, he ran as fast as his legs would take him. Through the cold land. Running fast so the Oni would not notice and take him.