Post by Ollo on Oct 22, 2021 23:37:19 GMT -5
Ollo's PL: 60,000 | Warrior's Spirit (x2) is Permanently Active | Antisense is Permanently Active
WC: 3,514
Pakashon Village. His Village. The one that his father came from.
When he heard of the news, Ollo had run there as fast as he could with the help of a few kind travelers. He soon learned that the village this group was recovering in was the very first village he had come to since arriving at the Scar. That made him feel extra excited, especially since months had passed and things were definitely not the same. Two unfamiliar guards stood in front of the village, although both seemed just as friendly as the others that he had met before. "Oi, it's that boy that Nero brought over." One of them said with a deep and hearty laugh. "What brings you back here.
"Oh, I don't think I met you before. I'm Ollo! I'm just here to visit."
The other one gave him a wide grin, "The name's Rohl. My partner's here is Rokk. Pleasure to meet you. You're free to come visit for however long you want."
“Hi Rokk and Rohl, it's great to meet you! Hope you don't mind me asking, but is it true that a bunch of warriors are staying here right now?”
There was a deep gurgling sound coming from one of the brothers that resembled a laugh before he spoke up, “yep they got attacked by a beast. Would have died if we didn’t rescue them. We don’t have any healers here so they gotta do it naturally, but by now most of them are back up on their feet. Why’d you ask?”
So the rumors were really true. Ollo was now feeling a lot giddier than he had before. “They say they’re from Pakashon village?”
“That’s what they say,” the other brother said. “Why, do you know of them?”
“I’m looking for my dad. He got sent to fight in the Scar and I haven’t seen him since. I dunno his actual name though…” A forelonged look came across his face, although it quickly hardened again as he clenched his hands into fists. He couldn’t give up this quickly. Not after all that he had gone through.
Raca placed a finger up on his chin, taking a moment to think before speaking once again. “Might know who you’re talking about. There’s a namekian by the name of Dryms who the others say has a son waiting for him back home. He got roughed up the worst. Haven’t even woken up from what I heard.” That name… it sounded familiar. Now he really needed to go see.
“Where are they right now?” He said before the two could speak up any more. The urgency within his voice was clear and he was dying to go.
Sensing his emotions Mara pointed his spear towards the direction of a large hut. “Over there. Some of our own healers are watching them over although we can only do so much. I hope that isn’t your old man.” However Ollo had already taken off, running towards the direction.
“Thanks!” He shouted over his shoulder as he made his way to the hut. He could recognize a few of the mazoku here, those that he helped within his trip back then. Giving them all a wave, he would then continue to the hut, although once again it wasn’t long before he was stopped by another voice.
“It seems like you’re in a hurry somewhere young one.” Pausing, Ollo turned his head towards the source of the voice, revealing a familiar elderly namekian upon his porch. He would gesture for the boy to come closer. As much as he wanted to, he didn’t particularly want to ignore the order of an elder, not that this was the first time it had happened. “What brings you back here to this village?”
“I heard some Namekians came in and some were really hurt. I need to see if one of them is my dad.” He said, urgency clear in his voice. He had hoped that this elder would hurry up with his talk, seeing whether or not this was dad had a higher priority within his mind. The old man let out a pained cough, before speaking.
“That damned war has been going on for a while. I wonder why the others want to continue it. It's pointless.” He said, shaking his head. “They can’t just see that they’re all wrong.”
Ollo froze, unsure of what to say before he finally decided to speak his mind. "I wish this would end. I see a lot of people hurt and so much hate." He admitted, not particularly sure what he wanted out of this conversation. To his surprise, a serene expression came across the elder's face as he gave his answer.
"It's up to your generation kid. You can end this since it's not really our fight to continue anymore. A lot of us don't have the strength to do that and most people just listen to what others say without thinking. Maybe the guru dying is a sign that Namek should move on. It's about time some change should come anyways." He said, before waving his hand. "But that's just the ramblings of an old man like me. Go and see your father."
Well, it wasn't wrong to say that Ollo was tempted. Still, there was something that he was curious about, one that he had never gotten a straight answer for when he had asked the elders within his own village. "What did the guru think of all of this?"
A scoff came out of the old man, "It doesn't matter what he thought. He was supposed to guide us, but it's not like anyone would listen to him. He might be the leader, but he did nothing to stop what was happening. A good leader should be able to manage his own people." Ollo simply couldn't help but shrink after hearing those words. After all, the guru was a divine figure, a leader chosen by Porunga himself. To hear this man talk so condescendingly of him was a bit uncomfortable.
Yet there was also another part of him that recognized the truth. In his eyes, the guru had been an untouchable figure yet he still really did nothing to stop all that was happening. Although he didn't want to question whether or not his rule was just or not, it definitely did nothing to alleviate all the in-fighting happening on the planet right now. "So you're saying the guru should be the one that stops the war."
"That's how I think he should do." The old man corrected him. Although his voice was firm, it was also gentle as he let out another sigh. "It's really up to him to guide us to our future, but in the end, the fight is between all three of us. If someone doesn't want to listen to someone they can simply ignore him. However, saying something is better than saying nothing and watching your people die day by day. Makes little difference whether or not that he's alive."
Ollo nodded, taking the moment to truly understand what he said. He still really couldn't believe in what he had just said, although he knew better than to speak against his elders. However, that brief silence appeared to agitate him. "That's the problem with your generation! You have to learn to speak up even if you think it's out of line. We're just as stupid as you are! Correct us if you think we're wrong damn it!" Now he was stunned, unsure of what even to say to all of that. Never had he had someone yell at him for saying nothing when it wasn't his place? Tears began to form in his eyes seeing as he was yelled, although it didn't seem to help his case. "Wipe your tears, son. I'm just saying that everything is changing. Sometimes we old folks just don't know what's good for the new generation. I want to hear what you think as well." Ollo tried his best to comply, wiping the moisture from his eyes.
He took a moment to compose himself before he finally spoke. "I only wanted the war to stop at first because I didn't want my dad to go away. But I walked around and saw so many people hurt and crying. I don't like that." Closing his eyes Ollo thought back to all the different people he had met through his quest to find his father. There were many good and bad apples, yet one stood out more than anyone else. Every time he slept his eyes still haunted his dreams. "The mazoku aren't all bad. There are good people like you!" He said, giving the elder a shaky smile who only scoffed in response. "Uh, there are also bad people in the dragon and the warrior as well. Like my friend said though, there's good and bad in everyone. I think we just need to show it to them and rather than thinking we're all different and talking about that, we should talk about how we're all the same and all brothers under Porunga. Not just the namekians but everyone in the big universe too!" By now Ollo was shaking. If he were to say this if he was back at home he couldn't even imagine how the elders would react to such an audacious opinion.
To his surprise though, the namekian in front of him let out a large and hearty laugh before it transitioned to a series of coughs. Immediately he ran up to him, ready to support him if needed although the elder would put up a hand, keeping him at an arm's length. "Don't worry about me, son. Worry more about yourself. You'd get yourself killed with those words." He could see a secret smirk on his face, although he didn't know how to react to that. "If only we could have a guru like you. They don't make them as they did in the past."
"The guru was like that before?" He questioned. His mind did go back to the castle where he saw the mazoku kneeling to the guru. Well, it did make sense, but how they lost their way still escaped him. If what the elder said was true, then it was quite possible that the next one would continue to ignore the war, something that troubled Ollo.
The man nodded, as he pushed himself back up after his coughing fit, letting out a sigh. "He was, although I don't know what happened to have such a big opinion shift. It's like things were going back to the past with all the fear and everything. Maybe you should try and convince the leaders to make you a guru." He said, waving a dismissive hand. However, to Ollo his words meant so much more.
"Me, as a guru? But I'm not a namekian!" Ollo exclaimed, pointing at himself. The reason why Porunga's chosen was always a namekian was that they were the closest to him. As such, to claim him worthy of being a guru was both flattering and terrifying at the same time. Would he even be capable of something like that?
Another scoff came out of the namekian, "Boy, many of the other namekians have half the sensical mind as you do. You look a little young but I'm sure that with enough of a push you'll be a fine guru. You might even be able to put an end to all this madness anyways." Well, yeah that was what he wanted, but still. Would people even accept him if he were to go down the route? He wasn't against it and he would definitely take the role in a heartbeat if it was a way to end all the fighting, but was he really worthy for such an honored role?
"I think I need to go now," Ollo said quickly, now pointing towards the healing hut. As much as he enjoyed the conversation, he was getting a bit uncomfortable by the fact that someone was implying that he would qualify for guru, especially when Ollo simply felt unworthy of the position seeing as he was not truly a namekian despite all that he claimed.
Walking away as fast as possible, Ollo tried to change his thinking towards the hut and his potential reunion with his father although he was unable to escape one last call from the elder. "Keep that in mind son, maybe it'll have what you'll find." He grit his teeth, trying his best to at least stabilize his swarming thoughts right now, especially seeing what was potentially about to happen.
Once he reached the hut, he would then take a deep breath, readying himself for failure. With nothing else to lose he walked in and...
There his father laid on the cot.
Ollo didn't know how to react. He frozen, clearly not expecting to see him here. After months of searching, he had finally found him. The other healers appeared to notice him, asking if he needed anything although their words barely processed. Instead, he would take a slow step towards the cot. "Dad?" He whispered in a barely audible voice.
It was just as the others had said. He was unconscious, not responding to his son's voice. Bandages wrapped around his head and torso, stained with blood. Unable to help himself, he ran up to his father, throwing his arms around his unconscious form. Some of the healers reacted, getting up close to him, although many were stopped by one larger namekian as Ollo began to sob. "Dad, it's me Ollo. I found you." Nothing. He didn't even stir at the sound of his voice. He shook him, but his father did not move. "What's wrong with you dad?"
A voice sounded from behind him, although gravely it was still gentle. "He's gravely injured. He'll survive although we're not sure if he'll wake up."
"No! He will!" Ollo shouted back at the healers who took a few steps backward at the outburst. They didn't say anything, instead of watching as the young boy shook his father in hopes that he would wake up. However, as much as he tried to scream and shake him, the namekian did not stir. There was a gentle hand on his shoulder although he would hardly even notice it, too preoccupied with his sobs.
He had to talk to him somewhow. If he was asleep maybe he could contact him through telepathy. After all, that was the whole reason he learned it in the first place right? That way he could finally speak with his father again. Trying to calm himself down, Ollo sat down in a meditative pose as he tried his best to connect with his father, having the best connection now that he was lying there in front of him.
Dad? Can you here me?
To his surprise, a familiar voice rang through his head.
Ollo? Is that really you?
"Dad!" He shouted, once again throwing his arms around his father, although he received no response. Right, he probably couldn't hear him if he were to speak. Not wanting to break his embrace though, he would continue his telepathic conversation in this embrace, desperate to feel his warmth. Yes it's me! I miss you so much.
I don't really know what is happening, but if it is you I'm so happy that you're here.
Dad you need to wake up, please! I want to bring you home now.
Wake up? I don't know where I am... It's so dark and I can't see you. But I can hear you.
Try harder please! I need you.
Ollo, it's going to be alright. I don't know where my body is... but go back home. I'll be fine.
No! Please, I can't leave you.
Ollo, please. You're the pride and joy of my life. I don't want anything to happen to you. I'll be fine.
No! I spent so many months trying to find you. I'm not going to leave you here after I found you.
There was a brief silence before his father's voice echoed through his head once again. How about this Ollo. I'll wake up when all the fighting ends. Once things get better, I'll come back to the village and we can be happy again. Ok?
But... He didn't know how to continue the thought, seeing as how things currently stood the war would go on for an indefinite period of time. Still, he wanted to trust in his father's judgement. Fine...Do you really promise?
I do. I promise with all my heart. Now then, Ollo go home now. When I wake up, I promise the first thing I'll do is go find you so that we can be together again, ok?
Ok, dad. I just miss you so much...
I miss you too son.
Despite the fact that his father's body did not move, Ollo could practically his arms wrapping around his body within his mind. It was comforting, even though he knew that it was all in his head. Still, he wanted to sit like this, his arms wrapped around his father permanently. However, deep down inside, he knew that this wasn't possible. He would have to eventually get up and continue with his life. Still, he simply didn't know when all of this would finally end. A thought did cross his mind though, what if the war ended prematurely?
His dad would wake up then, right? He made a promise so that meant he had to keep it! Plus, he hated all the fighting, to begin with, seeing how it ended up with more dads being ripped away from their children and causing so much pain, suffering and fear. Ollo's mind drifted off back to the elder he spoke with when he was outside and how said the guru was capable of ending this war. While he was still conflicted whether or not he made a good guru, if it meant that he would have the power to stop this fighitng and perhaps even bring peace back to Namek, it was something he was willing to try out for.
Now that he had found his father, maybe it was time for a new quest as the demon had said back then.
Taking a deep breath, Ollo finally let go of his father's comatose form. Suddenly he felt extremely strange, almost as if he was violently ill. The warmth of the magic within suddenly began to burn, far hotter than he was comfortable with. As he stumbled back a few steps, some of the healers would try to catch him when his body erupted into pink flames. Soon it consumed his body, searing through all his flesh. Yet despite the pain, he could not scream or say anything, instead of suffering in silence. However, he felt something more, as if his body was changing, elongating. After a few moments, the pain died down and Ollo felt... powerful. The flames around him began to die out too and once they did, Ollo would finally open his eyes again.
He felt.. different. The overalls he were once wearing were mostly burnt away leaving him bare-chested, with the tatters remaining around his legs. Even then his boots and the fabric around his legs were gone, leaving them bare. Yet that was what surprised him the most. His once human-like legs and feet had changed, turning more bestial in nature. Ollo couldn't help but stare at them with wonder, although there was another thing he noticed: his hair. The brown locks were primarily gone, aside from the few that ran down his head in a mohawk. Not only that, but he felt far taller than he had before, easily a good foot above what he had been.
The healers looked at him with a mix of surprise and horror as he looked at them and gave them a somber smile. As much as he wanted to shed some more tears, he knew that it wouldn't help him anymore. He got what he asked for and now it was time for him to change with the times as well. "I'm ok," he said in a noticeably deeper voice. "It was about time for me to grow up anyways." If he wanted to end this war, Ollo could no longer afford being a cry baby.