Rebirth Of The Bastard Spirit Summoner

At first Stark could not recognize the house because of how long ago it last was since he saw the place. 

But now that he had seen how it looked inside, the realisation made him gulp anxiously. 

He walked into the room and began strolling through it. Placing his fingers on the couch, he felt the fabric and sighed. 

Everything felt so real. 

Stark was born a bastard of the noble house of Stormbridge but he did not always live at the Stormbridge estate. 

He was born from the union of his father, a human, and his mother, an elf. A union that was looked down upon, so at first he was hidden by his mother. 

Hidden in the very cottage he was currently in. 

It was only after her disappearance that Stark, then Adrian, was sent to his father. 

Stark gave the living room one more glance before stepping into the next room. 

This was the bedroom, a small space he remembered all too well. 

There was a humble bed by the window, a window that used to overlook a meadow of flowers now stood between him and a desolate landscape. 

More blankets lay ruffled on the bed, and the bed was tousled. 

Stark smiled, remembering how his mother used to read him stories just before bed, telling him tales of the elven race, of a better time. 

Then his gaze hardened. 

What was the purpose of all this? Why did his old house appear? And why was there a baren land just outside it?

There was no answer. Only deductions. 

There was a phenomenon among awakened such as himself called ascension. 

Ascension was a significant transformation in both body and soul, a phenomenon that happened when the right conditions were met.

It was different for every single one of them, but one thing was certain, ascension came with new perks. 

Could this be one of them? Being able to peek into my soul?

Stark could not see how this would be the least bit useful in a fight.

"I'll just have to figure it out then."

He walked up to the bedside table and picked up a picture frame. 

It was a painting of himself and his mother, one that he could not remember taking. 

In the image, he could see the younger version of himself white clearly. But as for his mother, the image was blurry. 

A face he had promised himself to never forget, and yet could not quite remember. 

Her face was blank, just like his memories, the only notable feature being the stark white hair. 

 Stark sighed and placed the picture back. 

"I have to leave this place."

If he was right, and it was part of his perks from ascension, then all he had to do was focus. 

He closed his eyes and searched himself, the thought of leaving the only thing dominating his mind. 

And then he felt it, a tiny thread with a faint presence connecting him to the outside world. 

All he had to do was tug on it and he would return, he reached out to it in his mind and was about to pull it when—

"?!"

Stark immediately opened his eyes and scanned the room. There was another presence here with him. 

His eyes widened as they landed on the figure just a few feet away from him, his fists tightening at his sides. 

Long pale white hair that appeared golden in the yellow light, stark blue eyes that somehow had a certain warmth in them, and a smile capable of brightening up a room. 

His breath caught in his throat, the thought of who she was… of who she could be leaving him in a confused state. 

"M-mom?"

The woman turned to face him, her expression blank, and then she blinked, her eyes widening. 

"Arky?"

Before he could speak, she appeared next to him, moving too fast for him to register and wrapping her arms around his body in a warm hug. 

Tears began to flow down her eyes. 

Stark felt confused. For thirteen years he had not seen his mother, only for her to show up now. 

A storm of emotions raged inside him, but even in his confusion he raised his arms and hugged her back. 

When he was younger, she had felt so big, so invisible. But how she felt so much smaller in his arms. 

There were so many things he wanted to say, so many questions that had agonised over throughout the years. 

Why give birth to a half elf even when knowing the implications? Why did she leave him with his father and not take her with him?

Why did she abandon him for so long?

And yet, he could not utter a single sentence, he was far too overwhelmed to speak. 

"I didn't think I would find you here…" she whispered between sobs, her arms tightening around him. Like she never wanted to let go. 

Then Stark felt her shiver slightly as she pushed him back. 

Her gaze no longer held that warmth of reunion, instead, her eyes were filled with fear. 

"I don't know when next I'll be able to see you." She said, her voice on edge. 

"Listen to me Arky, You have to find me, find me before it's too late!"

Her voice had lightened, barely becoming a whisper, and her figure was slowly vanishing. 

"Did you hear me? Stark?!"

She was staring around as though she could no longer see him, her blue eyes wide in panic.

"Find me Stark, find me before they find you! They are coming, the *%}^|*€# are coming!"

Stark walked up to her and reached out, but his fingers just went through her body. 

"I don't understand you, who is coming? How can I find you?!" Stark asked, his voice on edge. 

But his mother could no longer hear him, in his presence, she vanished into thin air, turning into a mist of sparks. 

Once again he was alone. Alone and confused. 

Nothing about what she said was making any sense. How was he supposed to find his mother?

How was he supposed to find her when she was already dead?

Stark blinked and when he opened his eyes, the world around him had changed.

The sky was no longer empty, instead, he could see a sea of stars shimmering above. 

Once again, he could feel the wind blow against his skin, and smell the wonderful sent of earth after the rain. 

Beside him was a camp fire, burning brightly to chase away the cold. And beside that fire were rabbits hocked up to sticks, the pleasant aroma causing his stomach to rumble angrily.

Stark sat up straight. "A dream?"

"Trust me, this is as real as it gets." Came a voice from behind him. 

He immediately turned to the sound of the voice and smiled. 

Behind him was Jade, leaning on a long crystal spear as she watched him. And behind her, too far to cause a disturbance was the pine forest, the evil forest. 

They had managed to escape it. 

"Welcome back, I hope you had a pleasant nap."