Orang Pertama

4-1-1-01

Front cover: a boy laying on a hospital bed, broken and bloodied bodies lay by its sides covering them in a pool of red and crimson
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And with that, let me tell you a story aye?

Ever since i was young.. I wanted to be an adventurer, to be on the front lines of magic creation.

I never knew my mother. Dad said she left when i was born. I have dreams about us together, a family again.

But then i wake up and have to continue in darkness. My dad tries hard to keep a roof over head, pushing me to try harder at magic.

But i could always tell they saw mom in me. He never looked me in the eyes whenever we met each other in public, along with never being home.

I could tell he was pushing me away, with an excuse of making me a better man.

But i hit a wall a few years in, i couldnt learn anything down. I knew the spell but couldnt cast it. Almost like trying to walk through a wall while someone is telling you how to. Just out of reach.

Others around me tried to bud in, i knew they looked down on me. The spoiled kid born without a mom. I didnt need their help then. And i dont need anyones help.

I'll learn magic on my own and once i get big they're gonna shout my name from the roof tops.

About a couple years after i turned 14 and i got a call, my dad had fallen ill.
At the time i gotten a job to keep going to school but the bills from the hospital were pilling. And my dad wasnt getting better, he was sick from taking some weird drug or something.

Every time i visted he still wouldnt look at me. I asked what it even was that caused it but all he ever said was the number seven.

He looked crazy. Spurting in and out of consciousness. Around a couple months after i was given a choice..

He had a couple weeks left to live, i could have spent those with him. Tried to make him see how i wasnt like mom. That i wouldnt leave him, but in the end i made my choice. And i visted him one last time, it was storming that night.

He wasn't even awake. He didnt wake up. I regret my decision. My giving up on having that relation, but every one was going to die anyways so what's the point of dwelling.

His skin was purple and soon the beeps from the monitor turned into a static line. I was angry. I hated him.
Or maybe just myself. I was reckless, and before i knew it on the walk back. I didnt look-
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*Visual image of a car behind a small boy with black hair, and the sound of a large horn and tires squealing*
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it all went black.

I could only hear a voice. Cute and simple. Like an angel holding my hand.

She said before me "do not fear hero, i have you now. And you will live again. To fight the demon king is your new role. As a hero of alikan! wake up now by your new name, linam!"

"Beep, beep, beep, beeeeeeee-"

I slammed open my eyes to see them. I saw a white gown, with white tathers and a beautiful women.

Her skin pearly white. And her voice as soft as a blanket, maybe. This is my angel, my guardian. My real mother.. then it all went black.

"Prep for what? Who is that?"

"Someone from jack's place"

"Didnt that place burn down, and why them?"

"No clue."