Long ago, there were a village where prophets were born every 1000 years. There was a homeless child that crawled towards the village. The villagers came and sheltered the child. The child was named Kaius. However, he was too afraid of going near the villagers because his parents were killed, he witnessed it, and ran away. Which brought him to this village. The villagers tried to get him to become less shy and be more open towards the villagers and the kids around them. He was only 12 at the time. He heard stories of the “Prophets” from his parents. Although he barely knew them. It’s sad, he sees them all the time, yet he never knew them. A bunch of bandits raided their house, murdered his parents. He was hiding, luckily surviving. He repeated, “I'm scared.. Scared, Help me…” in his head. The bandits then ran away unexpectedly. The villagers kept asking what had happened. He wouldn’t talk. The villagers began talking about him behind his back, he didn’t trust them one bit. There was a girl who confronted him, telling him that everything is okay, and how the village will protect him… He finally spoke

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“How?! My parents were murdered by stupid bandits!How can I live anymore?!” he shouted.

The girl explained to him about how prophets are born in the village and how the villagers are trained warriors to protect the village.

“If you become a warrior who can help protect the village, then the tragedy that happened to your parents, won’t ever happen again.”

Her words reached Kaius. He found himself once again.

“What’s your name?” he exclaimed.

“Jane, I’m the elder’s granddaughter.”

Kaius had a flashback of his father, who was training with a sword, swinging it back and forth.

He mumbled to himself, “Why did I have this flashback now?”

He looked at Jane with passion in his eyes.

“I want to help the village!” Kaius yelled.