"Come on, Chaos, everyone's heard that story a billion times." Ezra said, eyes rolling as Chaos took him to go hear the story of the gods for the fourth time that week.

"But it's so cool!" said Chaos, practically begging. "It's the only thing to do around here anyway. Hollowgate is so boring." He continued.

"Hollowgate isn't boring to us normal people." Ezra said, slightly envious.

"I'm normal, I just actually train, unlike you." Chaos goaded, smiling.

"No, not everyone can wield a weapon as good as the Knights in a month." Ezra pointed

out.

"But I couldn't, I trained before that. Come on, I'll show you a few tricks if you come

along with me." Chaos said, knowing just how to get his best friend to do what he wanted. "Alright, fine. The Overhead technique?" Ezra asked, perking up at the sound of a

reward. Chaos nodded silently as he started walking to the Elder's chamber. Chaos had an ulterior motive as well, though, as he knew he could coax the whole group to go with him. There was five of them, in total, and all of their houses on path to the chamber. First, they walked past Ethios, who came immediately. Then they saw Mileena, who was practicing spells. A short beg from Ethios and they continued on their path. Finally, Chaos detoured and went into the forge, to find Joran's dad. "Hey, can Joran come with us to hear the story of the gods?" Chaos inquired. Joran's dad, though the forgemaster of the town, was a very nice and friendly man. There weren't many dwarves in Hollowgate, and most minded their own, but Joran and his father were very social, and Chaos spent good time with them very often. "Why, of course! Are you ready to wield a mighty sword from me yet?" Asked the warm-hearted Dwarf.

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"Am I? When I come of age, I'm gonna need a huge sword, you think you could handle making it?" Chaos replied, with pride in his tone. The forgemaster laughed.

"Is that so? Come over tonight, and we will talk about these plans. If it's really huge, I'll need all the time I can get!" The gentleman said.

"Sounds like we have a deal." Said Chaos. At that moment, Joran came out, a baby wolf around his neck. This wolf was unlike most, however. Joran was a scroll master, and this was his bound pet. Scroll masters did not train in martial of Magical Combat. They instead trained in the art of Scroll Making, in which they draw from Magical Runes to summon creatures to do their

bidding. Each one has one creature who would live and grow with their masters, who were named Bound Pets. Joran's, Sepitha, was rather weak, however, as it wasn't a humanoid creature, as most were. "Let's go!" Said Chaos. They left in a flash, full speed ahead to the chamber. The group slowed as they approached, however, as the Elder's Chambers were respected by all in Hollowgate. The Chambers were like their own city, a testament to the Six in every way. It was a Sages dream to become and Elder. They opened the door to the Hall Of Elders, and walked in silently. The Elders, surprised at the company, welcomed the young ones up to the meeting room, which was only used in times of desperation. Well, that, and the entertainment of Chaos and his friends. Chaos always felt in this room. It was the last place he had seen his parents before the War of Holy and Hexic. But, that was years ago, and on his mind now was the lore the Elders were readying to tell. "Tell the story of origination, please!" Chaos bowed and begged. They agreed happily, and Chaos got off the ground. They all were seated, and then the Six Elders began to tell them the tale.