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╔╗Intro╔╗ ∑Demons - funny how closely they resemble humans.∑ ᴖᴗRain downpours torches around the dirt roads are lit, lightning thrashing in the distanceᴖᴗ [Midnight] A few kids dash through the puddles on the dirt road - their feet wrapped with soaking-wet linen cloth. A man is following a few yards behind yelling at the kids to come back with his items they stole as he awakens the whole neighborhood. The kids take a right down an alley a few seconds into the alley and a window opens - the kids were dragged into the house. The man crosses around the corner into the alley just to see no one there. He starts to walk home. ᴖᴗSun rising, the man is well-rested after getting some sleepᴖᴗ The man gets up, brushes his teeth with a horse-hair toothbrush - the bristles are stiff and it feels like he's pricking his teeth. He walks outside onto a cobblestone path. He is ready for another day, but this particular one is where 'everything' started. The man starts to walk the cobblestone path for half a mile until he appears before a blacksmith and approaches him. Man: "I would like to learn how to create armor and weapons, sir!" Blacksmith: "Unfortunately I don't teach anyone how to create weapons and armor for themselves." Man: "Sorry for bothering you then." The man starts to walk back south towards his home. Blacksmith: "But! I am a little backed up on some orders if you would like a job - you get experience and payment." Man: "I will take the job!" Blacksmith: "How much do you know about blacksmithing?" Man: "Nothing what-so-ever-at-all!" The blacksmith sighs, hands the man a piece of paper and asks, "Can I get you to write down everything about yourself here?" The man questions in his mind, "Why?" but doesn't try to question the blacksmith. ╗Name: Felrein Zavorek ╗ Height: 5'8 Age: 19 Sign: Yog ╗Accomplishments: Nothing ╗ Blacksmith: "Hmm, never seen someone born under the sign of 'Yog' before." Felrein: "Seriously? Most of my family was born under the sign of 'Yog,' we were generally a happy family." ۩Fourth wall breaker۩ There's 12 signs to be born under. Infinite Celestial Saryn Hestia Sin Gorgon Hydra Gjallmir The Nine Bloodbane Tyrant Yog Most of the population is born under: Hydra, Saryn, Sin, Celestial, and Gjallmir. The rarest of signs are: Yog and The Nine. Felrein quoting the readers, "What about Tyrant, Bloodbane, Gorgon, Hestia, and Infinite?" Well, those are nice signs, but they're not exactly the nicest of people - so I'll explain the ones I get along with best. "What is a sign and what is it's meaning?" Well, a sign is generally the type of power you're born with. Alike in the show, 'Avatar The Last Airbender' you can be a fire-bender, earth-bender, etc... My sign is 'Yog,' Yog gives off a special power that's unbearably powerful, I'm not saying all the other power's aren't powerful - they are. But the power of Yog can put any population in danger. Imagine going on a rampage with force that creates shock waves while your veins and eyes glow in a pretty color. The next sign I wanna cover is 'Gorgon' they're scary mother fuckers. You could come up to one and 'poof' you're gone within 30 seconds, depending on how much power you have. I've never met one and sure as hell don't want to, their only weakness is you have to be aware of their existence for their power to activate. Now onto 'Hestia' yeah, yeah, I know what you're going to say, "Hestia is bestia!" Yes the sign is based off of the goddess Hestia, but she's not real. We base the name off of her because of the warming power of their healing ability. Alright, I promise - last one. 'The Nine' is a selected nine humans from the gods above. Their power is on another level from mine from birth. They're unbelievable in strength, but their numbers are so low that it doesn't bother me. They generally travel alone avoiding each other because they know they can do anything by themselves even though they're generally just kiss-ass protectors of the world. ۩End Of Fourth Wall۩ The blacksmith brings Felrein towards the anvil, hands him a hammer and tells him to strike the blade. Felrein slams down on the metal hard enough that the still-heated blade has an indent of the hammer. Blacksmith: "Dammit, don't hit the sword like you're fighting your brother - hit it like you're beating your wife, gently with some force." Felrein: "I don't have a wife, nor a brother." Blacksmith: "You're a lost cause." As quite a few hours pass by, Felrein is the only one standing at the anvil trying to mold a sword without indenting it or making it lop-sided. The blacksmith is taking a nap in a bench nearby. {{{Just add onto this story, I'm too lazy to keep creating it.}}}