Child of Ages
By TMS




Part 1: Return to Heroism

The boy yawned, boredly. His name was Chimu Edward Kasara-Chiri and he was the only son of Racku. He had an older sister, but no brother. He twirled a strand of his long white hair on his finger, nearly bored out of his mind. The idea struck him that Racku wasn't home and he could go roaming through his father's closet, a closet forbidden to him always and ever. Racku had said things forbidden even him lay within.

He crept, gently into the room and smiled. The closet was free to him and him alone now. He opened the door with a slow movement that allowed no creaks. When it was open, he knelt and gently sifted through the contents of the closet until he found a small box with tape on it that said 'Do not open'. He tore away the tape quickly and opened it. Within was a white and gold outfit of silk. He pullled it out and gently ran his fingers over it, wondering why his father would put such an outfit in storage and never wish to open it again. His hands brushed something rough on the back of the shirt and turned it over. It was a wing decal. He ran one of his long slender fingers around it, tracing patterns in it. He screamed as soon as  he realized the floor was dropping under him.

The room he fell into was dark and damp, yet the lights flickered on, meaning only one possible thing. His father was down here.

"Well, well... What have we here?" Racku helped Chimu up. "If it isn't a little boy disobeying his father..."

"But... I..." Chimu started.

"It's alright... I'd known you'd sneak in eventually... What's that in your arm?" Racku looked at it, his eyes widening in realization. He suddenly looked much older, in fact looking his age. Chimu's father never looked his age. Even though Racku was Forty-Three, he was still one of the most handsome men in the kingdom and young girls would take on a deep red blush when he walked by. He hardly ever looked like an old battle-scarred king in his middle-ages.

Chimu held it out, still fascinated by it. He knew that it must have been taylored to his father, but obviously it was back in a time where he had a far more muscular structure. "How old were you when this was made?"

"I suppose it was time I told you... I was Twenty-Eight and it was the last time I ever saw my Step-Mother... As she was evil, I was more than inclined to destroy her. In fact, I was destined to do so... Do you recall when Smash Sumashi saved the world from it's destruction two years back?"

Chimu nodded. He was still perplexed.

"This was similar... You see... After the death of her former husband, Odera, my step-mother, married my father to get revenge on my family and gain power in society... She ended up becoming evil and cruel... Not to mention power hungry... She was envious of my talent in everything and eventually locked me away because I disobeyed her eevry whim... I was care-free back then... Ah, what sweet memories, my teenage years... They didn't last long though..."

"Well, get on with it! You know I can't stand Grandfather babbling on about nothing in the middle of a story."

"Ah, well... In the end I was granted an extraordinary power to defeat her... A sword so good in essence that it's mere touch could kill anything lower than her. I discarded the sword and this is the outfit I wore into battle..." Racku touched the silk and closed   his eyes, remembering days when he was a hero. "I'm too old for that kind of thing now..." he stood up, slowly, his lower back paining him from sitting so low.

"Did you?"

"Hm?"

"Defeat her..."

"Yes..." Racku cringed at the memory. "But it wasn't all a small boy could imagine... It was far, far worse... " Racku gently placed a hand on a wall and a window opened. A white dove chirped happily and landed on Racku's shoulder. She was old and probably past her prime, but she still looked lovely in that elegant white. "Cara... Say hello to my son..."

The white bird twittered a breif hello and jumped on the boy's shoulder. She rubbed her own cheek against his in a sign of affection.

"She remembers you..." Racku paced.

"Remembers me?"

"Er... Did I say that? I meant she remembers Lord Chimu Zyphon of the old age..."

"Ah..." he looked at the tiny bird. "You knew the white god of magic?"

"Well, speak up, Cara..."

" Yes my Lord Chimu, I did know the great Chimu who came before you... He was short, with compassionate blue eyes, a smile to brighten anyday and long flowing blonde hair... He was only a child and yet was destroyed by blindness... He was the Osa Kala Ni Chi... In the end, he became Zyphon..." Cara looked with one eye into the young boy's eyes.

"She speaks?" Chimu looked up, shocked.

"Yes... Her name was Odera Cara Lonta before she became a bird out of her own soul's choice of form... She was once corrupted by an evil that would have destroyed her and this world..." Racku sighed.





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