Heys guysss,

Author here, bringing you a new chapter of Avalon, this chapter although not action packed or anything, is kind of needed, you know all fictions need that chapter where shit is explained, and in this one, this chapters it. I am slowly going to build my mc, he is going to go through a butt load of hardships and romance and stuff.

What do you guys think about the length of the chapters so far, i am doing min of 2.5 k and if the words need to go over to finish the chapter then so be it.

Anyway hope you like the chapter guyssss,

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http://www.royalroadl.com/fiction/1556 - Heroes of Jorg

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Ariana’s POV:

I am the mistress of the king of the country in the North of Avalon. I was called the most beautiful woman in the Kislev country, which was situated in the north ruled by the noble house of Beherit. The lord of the Beherit house, Gotrek Beherit, was a man of great power; he had reached a rank of a Emperor combatant which was one step away from becoming a Saint level warrior, where the man would become an immortal. Becoming someone of such power, at such an age of only 45 was unheard of anywhere in the entirety of the continent of Avalon. He was called a genius the absolute prodigy of Avalon. People revered and adored him, looked to him as a role model. He was a strict and awe-inspiring man but was also a tender, gentle lover.

The people revered and adored him; he was not only a wonderful ruler but also a warrior of great power. The people of Kislev were proud to be under his govern.

I am the first and only mistress to Gotrek, he could never make me his queen, due to my common birth. I was the daughter of a travelling merchant, who sold jewels and trinkets, and when Gotrek saw me; it was love at first sight.

The thorn at my side, his wife the Queen of Kislev, Melisandre was less than pleased when, Gotrek decided to move me into the palace. It has been 3 years since that happened and Gotrek, has already given birth to two sons, with the queen. I on the other hand was barren, completely and utterly barren. The queen would snide and deride me continuously making my life a living hell.

I didn't understand why has god given me such troubles why have I not been able to give birth to a single child, with the man I love. I asked Gotrek if I could have a leave of absence, to go look after my father as he was dying, afflicted from an incurable disease.

9 months later:

“Cough, cough…child go back to the man you love, don't be afraid I will be here when you come back,” Ariana’s father, Brano muttered.

In an old shack north of Kislev close to the forest of the north, my father and me lived away from all the hustle and bustle of the inner city. It was summer, but due to Kislev’s cold nature, even summer had a cool gentle breeze. I slowly put on my inner garments, and wore a plain white dress.

“Father, lets wait till you get better ok…” I said, giving him a bright cheerful smile.

I slowly carried a bucket, and went outside to the well to fill it up. It had been 9 months since I came to look after my father, and truth be told, I do not want to go back. The continuous onslaught of the noble women’s snippy comments coupled with that bitch queen leading them, I truly didn't wish to go back to that stupid place. Even though I miss my husbands tender hugs, and the way he would touch and caress me; nibbling on my ear, giving me tender kisses. The way he would tell me about the stories of him defeating magical beasts of all kinds, and have unfathomable adventures across the continent.

I slowly pulled the bucket up and looked at my reflection, a small tear fell from my cheek distorting my image in the water. I looked at myself; I had a thick head of brown wavy hair, coupled with bright green eyes. I looked nothing like my father, or mother as if god had intended me to be born this way. (Author note: God did want her to be born that way lol)

I pulled the water out and went into the cottage. My father in his dilapidated state was on a small bed with his white hair falling out and his white beard was long and unrefined hinting at the months of unkempt hair. My mother passed away 3 years ago, and ever since then father’s health also declined. I couldn't bear to watch him in this state.

I got a small wet towel and covered his forehead, and sang him back to sleep. My mother would often say I had too much beauty in me for my own good. She was right I thought more often now then ever.

The next day as usual I woke up and went to wake my father, I rustled his body.

“Father…father wake up,” No answer came, fear and dread took over me. My heart sank my only support in my life my father wouldn't wake up.

“Father please…wake up…oh god…please why are you doing this to me…” I muttered tears steadily streaming down my face. I don't understand what I had done wrong. I buried my face into the bed and cried for what seemed like an eternity. I cremated him that day. It was the worst, most heart-wrenching day of my life. I knew now I had to go back, it had been 9 long months and I would have to go back now knowing my there was no one in my life I could rely on. Only my husband who was married to another woman who hated and scorned me.

My eyes were red and puffy from the crying. I took my fathers ashes in an urn and went towards a clear lake situated close to the forest. I went to the lake, holding the urn in both hands and tipped my fathers ashes over into the lake; as per tradition. There was suddenly a strong wind that blew and the ashes scattered every where I blocked the wind with my back and turned to the side to find a small baby completely naked, sitting on the edge of the lake staring back at me. He had the same green beautiful eyes, and the brown luscious hair.

I looked at the baby for what seemed like perpetuity staring back at him. He looked at me before giving me an intense stare, as if analyzing me, and then gave a bright smile, and muttered something incredibly cute.

“Auu gaga googoo,” he muttered.

“Auuu?” he said again in a surprised tone.

I looked at him maybe heaven isn’t cruel, as it seems. I quickly recovered and slowly walked towards him. Under his watchful gaze, he was somewhat cautious of me. I lifted him up his cute small legs giving me a kicking motion. I hugged him close.

“My son,” I said.

“Auuuuuuu!!???” he muttered as if he could understand me.

“Heaven is sincerely not cruel to me, you have taken my father from me but have given me a son, a beautiful baby boy.” I cried and sobbed holding him close to my heart he didn't cry once. He only looked at me, as if planning his next move.

Enzo’s POV:

I was so pissed at Keres, that no brain idiot, he left me in the middle of a forest with no way to defend myself. I might as well have smeared blood all over me and jumped in a pool of sharks. I quickly formulated a plan, first I needed a food source, but it needed to be soft and mushy. There seemed to be no edible fruits of any kind that I know of here. So I could not eat them; the possibility of poison was way too high. I quickly scanned my surroundings. I seemed to be quite strong for a baby able to lift up a small rock, maybe that is due to my unusual birth circumstance.

All I could see around me was thick foliage of greenery, in every direction. There was a small clearing in from of me and with a lake in front of it. I slowly and cautiously crawled to the edge of the lake to take a look at my reflection. I saw that I had retained my previous appearance, with my green eyes and my thick brown hair. Probably what I looked like as a baby when on earth I thought.

I was looking at the fish in the water, their unusually bright coloured. Almost glowing and would suddenly move really fast completely unusual for me. I then noticed some dust was starting to fall on me. Wait this isn't dust its freakin ash, I quickly wiped away the thick ash and when it settled, I could see the silhouette of a beautiful woman. She was looking at me her eyes were red, her cheeks flushed, she had obviously been crying quite a bit. She looked at me for while, I was scanning to see if she had any weapons that could harm me.

Her dress was pure white, and her appearance was quite similar to that of my mother on Earth, I was perplexed, is this Keres’ tricks. I guess he wants me to grow up with a family I thought. I needed to entice her with my absolute cuteness. I couldn't live in the forest by myself, the first night I will probably get eaten alive by a leopard or some shit. I wanted to try and get her attention and I started making baby gurgles. My cute baby ness should have her unable to resist my charm.

“Auu gaga googoo,” I said giving her the most bright and enticing smile I could think of.

She started crying, her eyes couldn't stop from pouring down, as if a tap had been opened. I was perplexed, did I make her cry, I was starting think maybe she doesn't want me. Ahh man, I guess I have to wait for the next person to come.

She then picked me up, and I tried kicking my legs, and giving her short and cute little laughs.

“Aaa…ahah…” I said.

She then put me close to her heart. I could feel her frantic heartbeat, her thud, thud, thud a steady drum of her heart. I think this is how I would feel if I did remember my mother, as a child. I felt so safe so secure. I felt as if she would guard me from the entire world if need be. I didn't know what to think; maybe this was all according to Keres’ plan. He purposefully made this woman, come here, and find me. His amount of power astounded me, just how powerful is he? That made me uneasy I didn't want to follow a set destiny for me, but what could I do.

“Auuu?” I said, surprised by her sudden show of affection.

“My son,” she whispered holding me close.

“Auuuuuuu!!???” I muttered surprised at how well things were going for me.

“Heaven is sincerely not cruel to me, you have taken my father from me but have given me a son, a beautiful baby boy.” She cried and sobbed holding me close to her heart.

What the hell? I thought, mystified by the whole turn of events.

1 week later…

I learned various things about this new world; from the stacks of books from my new grandpa’s travel notes. I was surprised that I could read whatever and understand whatever language I read or heard. I ravaged through his diaries learning as much as I could from them about this huge country. The country was divided into the 4 different regions North Kislev region, known mostly for its military and its ability to produce one of the top most powerful warriors and the South Ambolina region known for its exotic produce and its trading center, to the other countries, the east Averheim region known for its powerful mages, and finally the west Giltari region was the region filled with various large academies and is on the border to the forest of the magical beasts of Avalon.

I scoured through the journals trying to find a hint to where the various schools, such as the school of Minerva, Thanatos and Keres are situated, but they seem to be secretive which made me further ponder on how to get to one of these schools.

My mother was the most kind, caring and compassionate woman, she was a mistress to the King of the Kislev country in the north; she was named the most beautiful woman in the entirety of Kislev, and was also deeply in love with the king. She would incessantly talk about how great my father was, and how he would love me and look after with great love. Before I know it I had also gotten a father.

This week all I spent was trying to understand where I am, and how I should continue my life. I think staying with ‘mother’ should be fine. She was amazing with me, she would often sit me down on her lap and read me stories of various famous warriors and mages, but would always cicle back to telling me about my fathers amazing prowess. I would just roll my eyes in secret and continue to pretend to be interested. She would always look after me afraid to leave me out of her sight, afraid that I would be gone if she took her eyes off me. It kind of ruined any chance of me to start training in the School of Erebus.

It seems the king of this country, my father was a genius, in the way of the Immortal; he was already an Emperor level warrior, I didn't exactly know what that meant but I will soon find out. I was now heading towards the capital of the Northern Country of Kislev. In the capital my mother and I are returning to the king, who hopefully would believe as to think I am his son. My mother seems to be convinced that heaven had given me to her, so she looked after me as if I were his own. I was starting to feel small amount of affection for her, but I was cautious this time. I wont let family deter me this time, I need to become powerful, in this country I need to become a Godsman, I will go thorough my training again, start from scratch, practice the school of Erebus, continuously.

The carriage was rocking as I was nestled in my mother’s bosom; she was wearing a plain white dress again, but covered herself with a huge black cloak, covering me as well, keeping me safe, I could see that the carriage ride to the king only took about 8 hours as the capital was located fairly to the north, close to the mountains. After the long journey which I spent suckling on my mums teat and sleeping. We arrived at the castle.

I could hear my mothers erratic breathing, she seemed to be extremely nervous…