Author's Spot: This is my second fiction and it will not be posted like my first. I will post it in irregular intervals. But I'll try to post one or two chapter per week or once a few days.
May you enjoy this one.
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???? PoV
Well… I did something stupid… again… WHY DID I NEED TO FEEL THE BOREDOM?!
Oh… Sorry, I forgot who I am. I had lots of names in the past… my mother called me baby, my father called me son. But they got killed when I was small… so I don’t really remember a lot of things, just that Mom died protecting me. The killers got me and I was sold to a slaver because of my unusual purple eyes. The live was a pain in the ass and I didn’t had a name there. They just called me White-purple. Because of my white hair and purple eyes combo. Oh, and my mom had them as well. It looks like it happens in my family.
I lived with the slaver for two days before he sold me. I know… it was mean of him? Well… a human being selling another one was normal, don’t you think? I’m sure that your own world and timeline, whenever you are, had them once or have them. My master was stupid and would always hit me when I did something he wouldn’t like near him… he called me slave, servant, boy, shit, creepy… and lots of other names that I can’t remember. But I remember that my own parents had another name they would call me. Genius, they would say I was a genius.
Well, I just learned everything I could and would always want more knowledge that I had already gathered. I loved to do question and get answers, but when I did some to my master he would hit me saying that I wasn’t supposed to know about anything. But I think it was when I was 10 that I did a stupid thing. I burned the house my master lived… You ask how? Simple! WITH MAGIC!!! Do you know how I felt when I burned his house? I felt ALIVE! I have made him pay for everything he did to me in the last 3 years!
After I burned the house I ran away from the scene. It was night and now that I could think again… what the hell have I done? Now I’ll starve and die! I starved before at my master’s house, but every night I would be able to eat something… and when he was sleeping I could read his books… but I had already read all of them and nothing was interesting.
I was walking when I felt something pushing me. I looked back and found nothing. I just felt my body falling through a hole that wasn’t supposed to be there.
Feeling my head aching I woke up. Just to find my body in an abandoned place, but the strangest thing was that I had food near me… I ate it and wanted to know what happened, but thinking logically it would be better to stay and wait to see what had brought food to me. I awaited for two hours looking everywhere trying to find where I was but nothing had come and I was already bored. So I walked exploring the place, it looked like a factory but it had so much books that I had never seen before! The knowledge had been probably lost all this time! I started to read them and after looking on some places I found what I would need. Pieces of machines, the book was explaining them and how I could create things with it. It was when something appeared beside me. It was a bread, ham cheese and a glass of milk, I had already seen this things, but… What I wasn’t expecting it that appeared out of nowhere, but this mystery was pushed away from my mind. The pieces before me, how I can use them… I was thinking about it.
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5 years later
Now I finally UNDERSTAND! I had been throw in a kind of dimensional rift. And this is the center of this thing. The time and space here is different from the outside, this thing is everywhere at the same time and nowhere. It traveled through the space and time continuous, past, present, future. Everything was nothing here. I could had stayed here for all this time and it would be just a second in my world or a few millenniums.
I had already create some of the technology that I could. And using my own mind I created two things two me. 6 flying drones that used gravity and raw mana power, and an armor. Oh… it was nothing like the old armors you see in your world. It is CLOTHES! And it is surprisingly powerful and it helps me destroy lots of things! I just need to charge it with the mana I have or the mana inside someone's body, they are a purple shirt and a white hoodie with cat-like ears, a purple pants, black boots and purple fingerless gloves. Once in awhile someone would enter this place just to be questioned to me and I would steal his mana to try the prototypes of my armor! And now this one is the most perfect product I could do inside this place. It’s time to leave… I think to myself and using my drones, I should name them… they all are one entity. They all move together… for the way I could use them I choose the name Dyanos. The armor was named after the name of the race I had got the technology to create something like this one, Wrag Armor.
Oh, I think I never said my name… I have remembered it today. My mind said it to me! My name is Anselm Wolfram.
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Anselm as a slave
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