I AM CALAMITY [BOOK 1- COMPLETED]

0.5 -intro-

Dear humanity,

Message to the new planet, called Earth. Beyond the astral realm, I go by the name of ##########. I'm writing from a point in time that we fought for you not to experience. This was a world of magic full of talented mages where war controlled our everyday lives. The world has been thrown into even more calamity than before. I was one of the people with the power to create who was selected to aid in destroying the calamities to create a new world which you would now call home. These people with supreme power and intelligence have seen the problems that destroyed this reality and instead decided to feed on to it for their own sick desires.

In my world, when you were born, a grimoire... or rather a spell book would appear right by your side, and sometimes a piece of jewelry you would need to practice that magic that no one else could have.

By the time you were 5 years old you would be sent off to the mage academy in your village in order to learn everything you need to from magic to survival skills so in 6 years you can fight for your country. This is when you are legally a mage of the empire.

As you grow older, depending on your skills... you would travel to many different countries to fight and play major roles and missions in these brutal wars. This is when you are promoted to a military mage. This usually happens by age 14.

Everyone had a unique type of magic to themselves. Everyone was devoted to the growth of their magic. And they swung their swords with power and pride in their empire, willing to protect that pride against the mages affiliated with other empires.

There are three things we had in common. The first is one of our enemies. They're called ikimonos. They're creatures that we descend from.. despite us being the only ones with a human form. They have unique yet hostile magic energy flowing through their blood and although we only saw them on battlefields they struck fear through our hearts daily.

The second thing we have in common is what we learn. Our intelligence has been carefully nurtured since day 1. There are many things we can say, do, and think of by age 12 that most 12 year olds of your world or the commoners area would be able to do by age 17. What's the first thing the 5 year olds learn in academy?

How to kill.

The first thing learned is how to protect yourself from any possible enemy. Which vital spots to hit and how to run away safely. The first thing they ever hold in that academy is a knife. It's for the purpose that in case there are intruders before they can even swing a sword they can defend the country with just a knife.

We had another common enemy. The fools who ran our countries and only cared about themselves. The ones who would do anything in their power to satisfy their greed. Yes, it was for the people's sake... but if you're also sacrificing the people then is it worth it? This was an enemy everyone was blind to. But there was one enemy that we had no matter what, that no one would ever think to suspect. And that's...well..

Everyday, people were kidnapped and had their energy bodies stolen from them to be used as a tool for military mages. There was a facility where men blessed with unique bloodlines and magic energy were forced to have sex with women who were blessed in the same way to give birth to babies whose sole purpose would be to use their hybrid power to put their life on the line. Slaves of all kinds could be seen at every street corner. If you went deep into the slums you could see mages who are supposed to be protecting villages hanging starved bodies on dead trees for "decorations". A game of darts would be used with a living person and large knives. And almost every mage student was, or was bound to be suicidal.

We had relationships, though. Our bonds with our neighbors and classmates were tight, our love was strong. And they stole from us the people we shared these feelings with. If you were from my point in time, you would look at me like I'm crazy. "But ##########, we've been dealing with these stuff like it's nothing all of our lives, why is this just now effecting you?". Because, I'm tired of seeing everyone I lay my eyes upon die to the hands of calamity.

And for that reason I chose to fight.
In result of our efforts, you've been given a new place to live. We decided it was best to change most principles of magic to avoid conflict. We've passed down knowledge to you needed to evolve as a civilization...and we granted you the power to experience 5th to even 9th dimensions. The people who govern you may not want that, and will do everything in their power to keep you at your lowest point. It's your job to realize what they're doing to you, and to overcome it, and yourselves. We call this Project E.T.M. You'll later find out for yourselves what this stands for.

In result of this war, I'm distraught. I'm lonely. I'm angry. I, and plenty others who were never even supposed to be involved, chose to sacrifice everything in order to give you this future. The only physical thing left I care about in my reality is this hill and tree, where I would spend most of my days. This will be my last day sitting under this tree, the tree that watched me grow up. The tree that saw the smiles and tears no one else would see. The tree that saw me at my worst and saw my magic develop as my eyes brimmed with positive ambition, or the intent to murder.

This will be the last time I see the tree, and the last time I see this world's sky, sun, animals, and people...if any left.
My friends and family were all killed. Every building in every country has collapsed. The magic energy in the air is slowly starting to vanish, keeping any new type of magic or life from being born. We created the new world... although this isn't exactly what we hoped for. Unfortunately this story might repeat itself. But if our descendents don't have to experience such kind of war again, then I guess I'm okay with it.

My only reason to live was to fight for this very moment. "Finish this task and you'll be free.", I told myself.

Now that I've reached my goal, as butchered as it turned out, it's time to do what I've always wanted to do.

This is the death of a creator of life, known as myself.

Forever Yours, ##########, #######