Lies and Deception

Prologue: 

Look at me.

I am young. I mean, I may look young but I am not. I do not belong here.

I am from somewhere distant...

Somewhere...ancient.

I have existed in this world more than anyone else and have witnessed the evolution of the world. I have been many things in my time; I am the inconsistency in reality. I am the past in the present.

Anyway, do you wonder where in the world I came from? I came from the unrecorded part of the history that men don’t have any clues to begin with. It was the time where the land of the earth wasn’t separated by vast bodies of waters, we believe in the power of nature, and we do, in fact, practice and do magic.  The earth was not divided into tribes or country; as what modern people call it today. We live under the same celestial bodies and do the ceremonies as what we have practiced. We call our beloved land Utopia.

Utopia has 5 distinct families; the Goebel, Creighton, Beaumont, Ferris, and Cicero-- in which I belong. These families are the noble symbol of the kingdom to maintain peace and unity. They are prominent not only because of their enormous wealth but because they held so much magical power that can put someone in their knees.

The Cicero family in which I belong are just a bunch of time historians, script decoders and keeper of important documents. We are known for our great mind but fragile physical bodies. If I were to compare it with the other 4 families, we are the most useless, unlike them who hold the control of element utilization, alchemy, shape shifting and time manipulation, they can be very active in physical combat while we stay behind and record everything.

As these families rise victorious, from the shadows hides wicked men planning a rebellion to destroy the harmony and put themselves into authority. As soon as my elders heard about this, they have eagerly trained me to do my obligation as a historian. I was too young back then, lacking enough experience to survive the ruthless reality, I never thought that I will be sent to this modern world. 

The last words I can vividly remember are: “Time will come… wait for them… they will be under your care. Don’t be fooled by what you see, it is your mind that will set you free...”  And thus, I heard nothing about Utopia. Nothing from my beloved homeland…

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My very first story! yay! wrote it years ago and recently found it in my file folders.

want this to improve, so i will appreciate any comments and suggestions :>

-scatty