“It seems it has started”?

“Yes indeed Aria the world will start to change with his arrival”?

“Haha, yes Belvador i wish him luck in his endeavors and the many challenges he may face”Aria stated with a melodious laugh

“Yes, good luck my child do not disappoint us.”

   In a world where many powers vie for supremacy, chaos filled the lands as wars raged about causing endless havoc.

  The people cried out their pleas to end it but each races greed for more power continued to grow stronger.

 It was to the where it got so bad the gods had to step in and and control the chaos.

 To settle the disputes the god of wisdom, peace, and love  Aria and her husband The God of war, strife, and chaos put there minds together and came up with a worldly contest in which everyone may compete at the age of 15 to gain power and riches.

The name of such contest was called the Chaos Games,where each person has the chance to in missions across the galaxy to gain favors, which in turn could be exchanged for whatever they desired. If chosen to compete in such games each person is able to either choose to develop their own domain with little resources and no starting help or join an existing domain with starting gear and easy missions at first to help ease in. Onr the path of a king the path of a warrior.

   Each person is born with a weapon sprite and a beast sprite,but on the rare and gifted blessed by god may have more than one of each. Everyone unlocks at the age of five and can start to train their powers from there beast and train their bodies to compliment  their weapon. In the world named Algiea, at least ten times the size of earth, the home planet for all races and those who participate in the games and new era is starting and the old powers are getting ready for an influx of new players and lords to come wanting to recruit the worthy ones and crush those that oppose them.

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   In a dingy broken down cabin somewhere in the slums of the city a poor woman in her broken down cabin is in the midst of labor while an old dingy apothecary is helping her to deliver the child. After hours of intense pushing and screaming the child is finally born among the blood and dirt that fills the yet, after the final push the mother lays still and quiet almost as if she is asleep yet the old apothecary knows that she may never wake up again. Amongst the cries of the newborn baby the old lady walks out of the old hut and takes the child to the registration build where all newborns are to be registered as a citizen. Still having no name for the child she goes through the process of registration leaving the child's name and fate to the naming crystal,a giant clear ball that when used on someone gives them a name if not named by their parents.

 When she uses the crystal on the child it shines with a blinding light and words Vladimir Calamity is shown in her mind and she gasps with astonishment while filling the rest of his information out.

 “Seems like he is destined for greatness yet should not be coddled and have to strive for it himself, should he succeed he will be a force to be reckoned with” the old lady exclaimed while brooding over the now that she may not adopt him knowing it will only hinder his future.

  Knowing this the old lady took him to the worse orphanage in the slums during the dusk of night and put him on the doorstep while ringing the the bell. Looking at the small crying child once more in remorse she left knowing that this will be the best for him and will do her best to help him from the shadows.

 As her shadow faded in the nearby alleyway the door of the broken down church opened  to a middle aged man around forty years old with a rough face and an odor that reaked of alcohol. When he looked down he smiled wickedly at the prospect of having another child that he can use to make money. Bringing him inside the man did not know the calamity he has brought upon himself. As the squeaking and closing of the door sounded throughout the slums everyone shivered a little in there beds unknowingly.