Prologue

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Where am I? I get up from the soft wool blanket that was laying on the leaf-littered ground. One moment, I was playing with the flowers, the next I had just woke up in a forest. I was scared, but I noticed several things. One, being scared and sitting there wasn't going to get me anywhere. Two, I needed to make a shelter. Lucky for me, I had been reading tons of nature books and had some in my sack. I was a huge nerd, despite being only five(no joke that was me when I was five.)

I took one about identifying plants out and started searching around. Eventually, I found some edible berries. Then nearby was a clean stream with two more loose blankets near it. My luck was starting to turn up. I used the book on survival to make myself a tent to sleep in for the night. I found some pretty wisteria trees and took some of the flowers for my new home.

I took out a candle I had and added some wood and a wisteria petal, giving off a sweet and burnt scent. I set the candle down and went to bed, as night was about to fall. The next morning, as usual, I woke up incredibly early. I looked up and almost screamed. There was a freaking demon right outside my tent. I braced myself for the attack, but it never came. The demon was staring disgruntled at the wisteria flowers. I picked up a few of them and brandished them at the demon yelling, "Shoo, BAD DEMmon thingy?!"

It looked mortally offended and started backing it away. I remember something I read. It said that demons cannot stand sunlight. I could tell that the sun was about to come up. I decided to distract the demon, so it would realize this until it was too late. By roasting it. "In all honesty, why did you choose this as your life profession. Then again, if you thought that this was a good idea, then you must not be very bright. I think the demon king saw this and hence you look like that one kid who never pays attention in class, but decides to use their genius brains to do the most idiotic things." The demon looked outraged but I had done my part. The sunlight hit it and it disintegrated into ash. I looked at the disintegrating head and said, "Although, maybe you would have been good at something if you tried. I hope you do in your next life." It gave a small smile and left a sword behind. It was a beautiful sword. It was shaped like a long thin leaf and all the edges on it were as sharp as one. The handle had a metal divider that was forest green flecked with gold. The handle was solid and sturdy wood that was easy to grip. I realized that I would need to learn how to defend myself against demons. That one certainly proved it.

And so my training began.

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