Lone Azurist

Chapter 1

[ Where am I..? ]

All I can remember is that, there was blood everywhere, memories flashed through my head, my family killed before my eyes.  This place smelled of acrid smoke. Everything around me was hazy. I couldn't see anything. I looked around and something caught my attention. It was a strange red glow emitted from one of the dead body among the masses. I slowly stumbled to my feet, slowly inching towards the peculiar light. I was dazed, the glow from the particularly unusual object drew me in. I couldn't go against the irresistible feeling that I had. I reached out for the object. Strangely, it levitated and I could grasp the shape of the object, it was a thick book with a couple of worn-out pages. The book flipped itself into a colourful page, slowly floating towards me.

The contents of the page were filled with strange, ancient-looking scribbles. It then said three separate words, "Saviour, Chosen, Contract". I couldn't understand a single thing at all so I just grabbed the book and slotted it into my small bag that I was wearing."Hey, kid!" I heard a crisp voice directed at me from a distance. "Come here!" the voice continued. I followed the voice and it led me to a row of horses with armed guards stationed beside it. One of the guards came up to me and dragged me onto the cart the horse was pulling without saying a word. 

After about an hour of travelling, I arrived at the gates of a huge iron-encased building. I was dragged into the building, alongside a few other children which seemed to be around my age. "Welcome to the main training camp of the Obitus." A voice echoed through the large hall, with a ceiling which seemed to be endless...

We were apparently being brought into a training facility of the Obitus, a resistance-fighting group that was against the governor's ways of ruling the country. The Obitus is aimed at helping the unfortunate people who lived in the slums to get a voice for themselves in the society. Unfortunately, they were just a small group of people with limited manpower. Feeling determined, I was obliged in training to become one of the best Azurist in the world in this training facility.

I was then led into a dim yet tidy room which was called my 'home'. It was better than living back in the slums. I had just remember witnessing my family being slaughtered by the mythical beasts but strangely, I do not feel any overwhelming emotions. Was I even human? I didn't feel sadness, anger or anything. All I wanted was revenge. And being an Azurist could help me with it. I had many reasons to become a magic-wielding soldier. One of the main reason was to overthrow the governor and create a country where everyone has the rights to have their opinions and not a country which is bias towards nobles and rich merchants.