Mr. Juunichi asked us, "Who can you tell me what this is?" Akira raised his hand and when the teacher gave him the signal to speak he answered for the class, "It is a ancient representation of our planet before the cataclysm." Mr. Juunichi smiled, "Correct Mr. Yamikaze. Happy to see that you actually our attention in class..... Yes this is Zagiilios a little over a hundred thousand years ago right around the time the Cataclysm is rumor to have began. And when it did begin things changed in our little solar system. Due to all of the fighting between the Gods, the Angels, the Demons, the mortals, and so many in between; cosmic bodies were destroyed and debris scattered overtime several dozen massive media hours collided with this small barren world in a very young solar system in a very young galaxy." 

  As he says all this he represents it through his illusion that he is currently manifesting I can't figure out which type of magic it is just yet but it does paint quite a vivid picture. It shows that after each of the impacts as time passed on during this cataclysm, it made the orbital body increase in size nearly tenfold and also as a byproduct created the three moons that orbit this world. The world was still barren towards the end of the cataclysm from what the illusion shows but the storms on it seemed to be growing silent by the time the cataclysm is rumored to have started quieting down from what he shows us.

   He continues, "When our ancestors found this world they came here trying to survive. Luckily many of them had the power of magic and the few who did not were some of the best that their race had to offer. This world was not the only one however that people fled to; it is theorized that they also fled to many planets across the distant sections of the universe staying as far away from the conflict as they could. But those that came here came with 9 Godlings. Each of them had great power and together they quickly terraform the world into what it would go on to look like in times of the Post-Cataclysm Era. However at this time the Cataclysm was still going on for the last 100 years of its conflict. Who here can tell me what happened from there?"

   Milanka what's the next to raise a hand and when she was given the signal to speak she answered however she was not entirely sure of herself from how her tone conveyed, "The 9 Godlings became the first generation of the 9 Pillars?" This was the first time I was really hearing much about all of this. I've only heard sparse words here and there about Godlings, and quite frankly we don't really have any books or information outside of what we are taught in school at my house for me to learn more about the subject. So I was completely invested in it considering I was deemed one.

   Mr. Juunichi was delighted to see that another one of his students was clearly paying attention in class, "Yes Ms. Sokolov. Very good. During the last century of the Cataclysm of Worlds the 9 Godlings that came with the people and helped to transform this world and to what it would become; grew in power and eventually ascended to godhood and became the first 9 Gods of our great pantheon. Now-" He was cut off when he noticed my hand immediately go up after hearing that last sentence, "Question Mr. Starcrown?" 

   I tried to find a way to put into words my question without giving too much about myself away as no one here knew I was a Godling. I was not sure if I heard what he was implying correctly especially considering I'm an atheist, "You're saying these people became Gods how exactly?" My leg was shaking as well as one of my hands a nervous tick that I carried over from my last life when I was faced with a situation or information that made me feel strong emotions that I was trying to keep bottled up. In this case it was a mixture of several different emotions most of which centered around denial and disgust at the idea of what I'm hearing.

   Mr. Juunichi didn't seem to notice, "Godlings are by their very nature mortals with a fragment of divine essence inside of them that some of them are born with or the majority of which earn by achieving great power. A Godling can overtime grow more powerful feeding the fragment with portions of their power passively until they awaken as a full-fledged God ascending to divinity. It's why we call them Godlings in the first place. Not that everyone who is a Godling becomes a God most people don't even know. It requires an overwhelming amount of power to be gained to ascend to godhood to begin with. You can always tell a Godling because when they do a Magical Affinity Ritual the color of their aura will shift to gold."

   After hearing that the pencil I was holding was shattered by the intense squeeze I had not even noticed I was giving it which seem to startle our teacher. When the other students heard the sentence as well they all started to give that look of remembrance and then they slowly stared at me like I was even more different than I already was. I stop shaking my hands and my legs from the situation and instead stood up and packed my things. 

   Mr. Juunichi seem to realize something was definitely wrong as the entire class was giving me a specific stare and I was clearly not my normal self after hearing that information. He walked over and placed a hand on my shoulder and asked me, "You okay Tatsuhiro?" I just looked at him and he could see that there was something about me that just needed to get away from the situation. 

   He seemed to step aside and almost without speaking give me an odd letting me know that it was okay for me to head out. Once I had finished packing my things I grabbed my bag and I left. I passed Ms. Fuku on the way out and she could see something was wrong from the look on my face, but I didn't stop to talk. Though she tried to get my attention and by the time she tried to move closer to stop me I was already outside the doors wings spread and taking flight. As I soared through the air, an overwhelming feeling of anger, self hatred, and self-disgust overcame me. I flew straight to my mother shop.

   When I got close I landed nearby and at that point the anger was more in control than anything else. That's when I felt the presence of the Voice return after so long of being silent. 

   He ordered, "Stop and breathe boy." The intense anger I felt was focused on the image I last saw him take in my mind and he seemed to be able to feel it and he pushed back. He overwhelmed my senses and I found myself getting light-headed and falling to my knees for a moment. It only made me angrier at him but it got my full attention. He stood firm, "I told you to stop and breathe. Do not ignore me again." 

   I lashed out in my own head at him, "What do you even want?! Why are you even here right now?! Go away!" As I pushed for him to just leave my head he pushed back even harder till I almost was blind and I could barely move making me feel nauseous and weak.

   "I, unlike what you think of me, am trying to keep you from making a big mistake. I know exactly what you were about to do. You were going to go in that shop and give your mother a piece of your mind for hiding the fact of what a Godling is and trying her best to keep you from getting that information for as long as possible. You are a grown man! Stop acting like a child simply because you have the body of one," he responded with a surprisingly different reasoning from what I was accustomed to from this mysterious psychopath.

   I snapped back, "Why do you even care?! Its not like it affect you in any way!" 

   He firmly corrected me, "Yes it does fool. I told you once before when you were young but do you still want to play the fool. You and I are one in the same. I am you and you are me. I am the part of you that remembers what we actually are you are the part of us that came about by accident that only knows of the life that we lived before and not the life that came before that. Your willingness to remain ignorant about the situation does not matter to me, but what does is the fact that you understand what you are about to do is something you will regret. You know that but you are letting your emotions cloud your judgement."

   I rebuked him and refused to believe him, "We are not the same. I am nothing like you, monster. Just leave me alone and go away!"

   "Who's memories do you think you were dreaming of in your past life? The ones that gave me peace in your sleep until they stopped. They were my memories boy. Those were the only thing of mine that you actually could seemingly understand even though I was shouting from in this head the entire time. How dare you call me a monster when my sins are your sins and your sins are mine? So what you are afraid of becoming the very thing you tried to denounce once before? Who cares about becoming a God?! You are already something much greater and you refuse to accept it," he spoke full of stoic resolute logic and a tad bit of wise aggression.

   Hearing him say that make my heart almost seem to stop in my chest as it was so unbelievable and I didn't want to believe it. But those were never normal dreams. They always felt like memories. I felt my heart sink. He restored me to my full capabilities no longer impairing me. 

   As I slowly stood up and shook my head as my vision came back fully he spoke, "I do not blame you for hating this existence. Being a God is nothing to be happy about and it loses all meaning quite soon as it becomes very lonely and very boring. However despite that the fear of godhood should not force you to lash out so brazenly. You pride yourself on logical thinking, so think logically. Why do you think your parents would go out of their way to not tell you? This should be easy considering you already know the answer and it's one of the reasons you love them."

   Hearing him say that almost seemed to make me feel ashamed. I slumped up against a wall for a second and I started to think about it. He was right the answer was easy. My parents wanted nothing more than for me to feel normal or as close to it as I possibly could get away with being what I am. They knew that I will go on to face hardships and I will have heartbreak they wanted me to try and have a normal childhood. Because that's the logical thing to do when you love someone and you want them to grow up knowing that you do love them.

   I felt a hand on my head and when I check to see who was there there was no one and the voice spoke again, "Love is one of the few things in creation that makes everything worth all the pain and misery and disgusting that there is. Love is a power that is so great that not even my anger can truly overwhelm it. If you know that they hid the information because they love you and wanted you to feel normal then you shouldn't be mad you should be happy that they care enough about you I want you to feel like you're not so alone."

   Before I could respond I felt the presence of the Voice leave like it was done with the discussion. It said what it had to and it was done talking. All that was left with me contemplating the conversation. 

   I sat there outside the shop for a while just thinking. Almost 10 hours passed before I made up my mind and when I did I stood up and grabbed my bag. I dusted myself and it off and I walked inside the shop. When everyone saw me come in even though I should be still at school by now they all seem to look shocked especially since I clearly looked distraught. My mother came over worried. 

   She began to look me over like she usually does to make sure that I'm okay and then she asked me, "Sweetheart what's wrong?" I wanted to yell. I wanted to scream. I wanted to be mad. But before I could speak the Voice's words to me outside came back to me and I could only cry. Seeing me in tears as she clutched me in her arms and pulled me into close.