There was a warmth in the tavern, people were celebrating but with caution. In the center of the social gathering was a guy with jet black eyes, eyes that are said to stare into your soul, hair brown as dirt. He wore a simple tunic and pants that were common for lower nobility in the region. One could make out that he had great strength. From the obvious shinning green [Ring of Travel], anyone and their mothers could make out that this fellow did not belong to Iscander.
The guy, pretentiously called himself Osiris, as in the Egyptian god Osiris, lord of the underworld and more. Osiris has a face that longs for familiarity. A face that wants warmth but isn’t able to acquire it. A face that needs someone, something to rely upon. Still, he laughs, he laughs with all the might since it will soon be all over. 3 jugs of the region’s famous ale and he starts reminiscing about his time on Earth.
‘2016 was it?’
‘It has been a long, long time since I’ve seen another ‘human being’…’
‘John what in the world has happened to you! You were supposed to be getting your doctorate degree in Astrophysics! And here you are saving an unknown world from an unknown threat.’
The pressure on his shoulders could be seen from a mile. Osiris or John Saylan was a research fellow from Stanford. He was supposed to get his doctorate, join NASA and then live his life happily with all the money he could get his hands on! Being a half and half, with an American father and an Egyptian mother, he had really weird beliefs. He believed in god but not in destiny. He believed that people should have freedom but to a point. He was a guy with constant varying views on everything.
One fine day, seemingly out of nowhere, he got a letter, a letter written in gibberish, an indiscernible language. The only readable part was written at the bottom of the letter.
"Tear this and make you destiny."
‘Destiny my foot!!’ he thought.
He kept the letter for 5 days, and on the 6th day curiosity got the better of him and he tore the letter while eating breakfast. Suddenly a gust of wind blew from everywhere around him and the next thing he saw was a barren land with a lot of people staring at him in amazement.
The first thought that came into his mind was to learn the language of this place. But that was all it took to manifest a gold ring with a deep green coloured emerald attached to it. ‘What in the name of god is this!!!’ he thought while still searching for a camera that was supposed to be recording this prank.
The ring translated speech and it still took him 3 tries to start a conversation with someone. He got the know the why, how and what is going on in this place. This place was supposed to be the town of Aphelion, on one of the continents of Iscander. Iscander had 3 continents, all under the rule of a single throne, powerful enough to silence anyone. It was a peaceful planet until the evil and tyrant king Georgios took the throne seemingly out of nowhere.
After a week or so, John or Osiris got acclimated to Iscander. He got to know what the ring that suddenly appeared on his left hand symbolized.
The ring or [Ring of Travel] was supposed to be the manifestation of the world itself. It allowed the wearer to channel world energy or as John thought of it, magic!