《Chapter 3》 His father is...

Me having hatched from an egg-like an exploding fun snap banger. It has caused a loud ruckus which may have attracted the attention of some nearby individual.

Just as I was having a look around at my surrounding.

*The sound of something breaking*

I heard the sound of the door breaking down, as the single door hinged that kept the door standing upright and In place was destroyed.

The door falls apart, hitting the ground softly, sending out a flurry of dust into the air.

My right good eye then locks onto the target of the disturbance.

A shadowy figure then appears right beside the doorway, as our eyes landed on each other.

The house is quite small. It only took me one glance to see the whole picture.

So I look at the shadowy figure that stood by the doorway.

I felt extremely nervous. Grimsly and Crowley could sense my slight uneasiness through the mental link between us.

'So what is gonna happen to me?' I ask myself a question.

From my perspective, I saw a shadowy tall giant that stood before me. A couple of distances away, with the sunlight basking on its body, whilst casting a shadow on the front.

At a glance, I could barely make out the facial features of the man standing before me, because of the shadows cast on his body.

But I did manage to make out that he is a middle-aged man, judging by his looks; a long shaggy beard, with brown greyish white hair, and tanned dark brown skin.

The individual had a shattered black crystal-like horn growing out at the side of his head, but it is broken.

What is worrying me the most isn't that I will be in any sort of danger. It's that the man that is standing before me is missing an arm. His left arm to be exact.

'The left arm is clearly missing.'

It is cleanly cut from the tip of the shoulders. The wound isn't new. So it must have happened some time ago.

'He is a fucking cripple. No offence intended. I was just stating the obvious fact.'

I've discovered something quite unnerving. Not only is he missing his left arm, but he's right leg too.

Currently, he is utilizing a wooden prosthetic leg to support himself.

I can tell by his stiff movements. The obvious metal bolts and screws at the side of the joints. Pierces of hardwood overlapping each other.

Its appearance does resemble armour, but seriously, who would wear leggings on one side but not the other.

Also, who wears shoes on top of their armour anyways.

The middle-aged man then runs up to me, sensing my call of distress; the two ash golems standing by my side then got into an offensive position.

Crowley (Jaguar) then lowers it's front body downwards in a pouncing position, with its razor-sharp claws glowing bright red.

It is just about to unleash it's fire claws attack if I were to give the signal.

Whilst, at the same time, Grimsly (Hellhound) peals its lips backwards revealing it's sharp canine teeth.

Grimsly clenched its teeth quite tightly as the inside of its mouth starts to grow red. Red hot flames spew out from the slight gaps in its teeth.

Grimsly is preparing for a fire breathe attack; on my signal, it would attack the intended target which is the poor crippled middle-aged man.

"My Son! My Child is finally born! He is alive! Thank goodness!"

The middle-aged man cried out, seemingly emotional, with tears flowing down the side of his face, as he pulls me into his embrace.

'Son... Child. Is he my fucking father! That's impossible!' I came to a sudden realisation which completely exploded my mind.

"Ha! Hu hot has! (Halt! Do not attack!)" I spoke through the mental link between me and the ash golems.

Grimsly and Crowley immediately cease their attack, as their jaw and claws stop glowing.

They both cease the activation of their fire attribute skill, having determined that the crippled middle-aged man is not considered a threat to its master's life.

The two ash golems both sat down right next to me, and observe the two curious spectacles lying in front of them.

"Aina, did you see! Our child, he lives! Alive and healthy!"

The middle-aged man spoke, with his head raised looking at the ceiling, implying something that I don't want to know.

'Could it be possible that she is... No! I can't accept it.' I reluctantly stopped at that thought and didn't push it further.

The middle-aged man then wraps his only good arm around me, bringing me into his sweet embraced, as he caressed my cheeks with his right hand.

I can smell the lingering suds and charcoal dust emanating from this man's body, as his wet tears drop down and touch my skin.

'I just don't know what to say. I'm flabbergasted.'

"Ha-ha! (Papa!)"

I tried to call out to him, but my vocal cords have yet to be fully developed.

So all I can do is only produce measly little sounds that sounded like the words that I wanted to say.

My father then cries, whilst holding me in his only one good arm, as I felt a fluctuation of emotions coursing through me.

'I don't know what to feel; whether it's happy that I'm finally born, or sad because of the state of our family.'

'The only family member that I currently know of is my father, and no one else.'

'Well, what about my mother you say...'

'I just don't want to talk about it, right now. It's a touchy subject. When my father feels like I'm ready he will tell me the truth.'

Since my head is tilted downwards, resting on my father's shoulders. I can finally see my right arm, and have a much closer look at it.

Well, for the most part, my body pretty much resembles a human being, aside for some additional features.

My skin is pretty light yellowish with a tinged of earthy colour, unlike my father who has dark yellowish-brown skin because of the tanned. He goes outside too much.

My right arm is three times the size of my actual left arm. However, there are some serious spiderweb-like cracks on the surface of my skin, that which resembles dried up of the earth.

'How alarming.' I commented.

There are some claws growing at the tip of my fingers and toes; though touching it right now with my fingers, it seems to be a tad bit too soft to be actually useable.

'I assume they are used for digging and clawing at things, right.'

'So I guess that we are like natural-born miners then if I recall I have the skill Minor Earth Control that allows me clothes to control the earth like it was an extension of my body.'

'Status.'

I opened up my status screen, and scroll down my skill list to search for the Minor Earth Control skill.

Skill Screen Name: Minor Earth Control Grade: Tier 1 Level: Lv1 Proficiency: 0% Skill Description: This skill grants the user the ability to control the earth within the user's facility by consuming the user's mental power and mana energy.

'Well, we got five fingers. So it's probably possible for our race to use tools and wield weapons, right.'

'We are Rock Demons (Terrakhan) after all. So I hypothesize that our abilities are somehow related to manipulating the earth itself.'

'So how would they make clothes that my father is currently wearing. I don't see him being stark naked, or walking around wearing a bear's fur cloth as aa barbarian.'

'Maybe my claws would begin to develop and harden as I grow into my adolescent years.' I assumed.

'Aside from that, I look pretty humanish.'

My father held me in his arms as he cries for who knows for how long. I don't know for how long has my father bubbled up his emotions, seeing him in this horrid state.

He let it all go out in one fell swoop, breaking down emotionally.

There is no way for me to tell the time in this world after all, apart from the sun that is.

Time ticks away as I start to feel bored, unable to cope with my father's crying any longer. I looked at him...

He is still crying, but tears have long since stopped flowing as his eyes have turned slightly red.

"Ha-hu! (Father!)" I cried.

I reach my right hand out and touch him by the shoulder. It certainly caught him by surprise as he raises his upwards, and then looks at me.

"I'm sorry, son. For seeing me in such a horrid state." The middle-aged man said as he wipes his tears off with the sleeves of his shirt.

"Arslid....." The middle-aged man then called out my name.

System Notification You have been named Arslid! Plus 1 stats attribute points into all stats!

Author's Notes:

Arslid's Status Screen

Status Screen Name: Arslid Sex: Male Age: 1 Day Old Race: Terrakhan {Rock Demon} Subrace: One Horned Terrakhan Bloodline: N/A Class: N/A Level: 1 State: Malnourished Titles: First Cry Stats/Attributes Health Points: 107/107 Mana Points: 226/226 Strength: 3 Wisdom: 74 Defense: 5 Intelligence: 41 Agility: 5 Willpower: 11 Endurance: 3 Spirit: 11 Dexterity: 4 Charisma: 2 Constitution: 4 Luck: 2 Available Stats Points: 0 Skill List Active Skill - [Astral Magic Lv1][Golemancy Lv1][Core Creation Lv10][Minor Earth Control Lv1][Thought Acelaration Lv.1] Passive Skill - [Automatic MP Recovery Lv2] Racial Traits/Exclusive Skill - [Mineral Absorption Lv1][Interspatial Storage Tier 1]

Grimsly's Status Screen

Status Screen Name: Grimsly Age: 1 day old Race: Ash Golem Golem Type: Beast Subrace: Hellhound Variant Grade: 1-star Core Rank: Bronze Level: Lv1 Titles: Stat/Attributes Health Points: 120/120 Mana Points: 106/106 Strength: 8 Wisdom: 4 Defense: 10 Intelligence: 2 Agility: 4 Willpower: 1 Endurance: 10 Spirit: 1 Dexterity: 6 Charisma: 1 Constitution: 10 Luck: 1 Available Stats Points: 0 Skill List Active Skill - [Fire Fang Lv1][Fire Breathe Lv1][Overcharge Lv1] Passive Skill - [Earth Skin Lv1][Fire Armour Lv1] Racial Skill/Traits - [Untiredness Lv1]

Crowley'S Status Screen

Status Screen Name: Crowley Age: 1 day old Race: Ash Golem Golem Type: Beast Subrace: Jaguar Variant Grade: 1-star Core Rank: Bronze Level: Lv1 Titles: Stats/Attributes Health Points: 120/120 Mana Points: 106/106 Strength: 6 Wisdom: 6 Defense: 8 Intelligence: 4 Agility: 7 Willpower: 1 Endurance: 10 Spirit: 1 Dexterity: 9 Charisma: 1 Constitution: 10 Luck: 1 Available Stats Points: 0 Skill List Active Skill - [Fire Claw Lv1][Fire Slash Lv1] Passive Skill - [Earth Skin Lv1][Stealth Lv1] Racial Skill/Traits - [Untiredness Lv1]