The Great Mamodo Battles

Chapter 1 - The Surfer and the Lost Boy

Each thousand years, children are chose to come to our world. They come to fight each other, and their battles are long and brutal. They fight each other for the future of their world, and for their own glory.

They battle for the glory of being the new ruler of their world.

That's why they come to our world. But, in here, to fight each other, they can't do so on their own. For battle, for the chance of winning, for the chance of being the king, they must form a team with a human.

These are the Mamodo Battles.

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The day was good looking into the city of Los Angeles, the streets were busy and the cars moved from side to side. The city was big and busy, as one would expect. Los Angeles was know for being a big city, close to the beach and a good place for water sports. It was the second more populated city of the USA, and the most populated of California.

It was the city were lived a young adult who was on his own walking across the city. He was around 5,10 feet tall, with bronzed skin, and black hair in his head, which was spiked. He had an average building and wore a brown colored polo shirt, grey colors shorts and white colored sneakers in his feet. He was carrying a green backpack over his shoulder and a big yellow surfboard under his arm, and seemed very distracted as he walked across the streets, in direction to the beach.

His name was Diego Gonzales. He was a young American boy of Mexican descent, which had lived in this city for his whole life. He was around his early twenties, and was on his classes of medicine in University. He was having a hard time with his studies, and the teachers were still giving a lot of hard work.

Diego was having a long time as he was also having troubles with his rent in the house he was taking. He was having troubles to keep up with his studies and also find a job, and he had just been fired from his last job into the fast food. Mas, how was it his fault the oven was broken?

The thing had almost explode and caused a fire in the place. They had to call the firefighters, and they had to rebuild the damage. And they even managed to put the blame over Diego! Dammit! He had himself told them several times that the thing was broken and that was dangerous to keep it around, but the jerk of the manager said it was "a fine piece of working", and rather blame Diego than admitting he was wrong.

Diego gritted his teeth as he looked up and walked across the beach. He had so much troubles in his life now! He wish he could just find a way of making all the things better.

"Dammit!" Diego said as he walked "I wish I could give back to all of them!" he said to himself as he looked up and kept walking "Why do everything just end up on me?" he kept walking "I just wish that something great could happen to my life right now."

Diego was the kind of guy that had his difficult life, and wished that anything could happen to make his life more interesting. He was going to lose his home soon if he had no way of paying the rent, and if he did, he was going to have to live with his father again.

And that was the last thing he would ever want.

He lowered his head and looked forward, the beach was right in front of him. It was almost empty due to most people being busy and for being a more secluded place. But this did never stopped Diego, actually, this was one of his favorite places in the whole city.

Walking in the sand, Diego took off his shoes and sockets, and let his fingers get into the soft sand underneath, slightly sinking on it. Diego sighed as he placed his shoes and his bag into a nearby stair, and took off his shirt and placed it in the same stair, and took his surfboard, and started running in direction to the sea.