8 birds flew north, their black silhouettes merely smirched dots in the silver-skysilver sky. I rose my hand. A source of world-energyworld energy was dragged and compressed.

I then created a boulder-sized lightning-blast. Its peril white center defending itself helplessly against the surround red strands as they invaded.

I had one eye closed as I aimed for the target.

Boom.

"CAAAAW."

The result was evident.

The trees had lost the last of their leaves as I sat by the snow. Roasting the scorched birds over a small fireplace.

A girl with white hair, one shade lighter than the snow and purple eyes that seemed to contain an undefinable mystery sat next to me.

"You should come back to the house."

I gave her a short side-glance before reminscing of the cottage.

"I'm not going near that man anytime soon."

Her eyes showed sorrow yet she kept it contained.

"Are you sure? It was a mistake and he's said he was ready to apolodgize whenever."

"So why are you here, instead of him?"

In response to my quick,snappy line Chlora merely pondered the question herself.

Haa. She truly should not be near such a man.

Anyways, as of now. My rankings of the household members in terms of favourability law below.

1. Chlora.

2. Elrar.

3.Vorgio

I'm even shocked from time to time when I realize the amount of sick one must be to surpass Elrar in terms of dislikability. The same man who threw a child who had barely passed infancy into a wolves fangs.

I pushed thoughts of Vorgio back as a revolting taste was left at the tip of my tongue.

My body shivered silently as sweat streamed down slowly and sluggishly. The aftermath was still there despite Vorgios last minute healings.

I looked back at Chlora.

Her white hair lightly travelled with the wind. She was wearing an adventurers attire, all black and no shoulder pads this time.

I don't know why but something deep within my depths emerged to the surface of the black void that was my mind. Somehow.

"Do you think you're blessed?"

I kept looking forward, avoiding eye contact with her.

"Yes but."

I felt my eyes squint. Why was I feeling so repulsed. I looked at her figure. She was pondering what to say as she put her hair back. Her odd way of pondering in the middle of sentences was patience waning yet admirable. I don't think I could do such a thing without letting my emotions surface.

"It's a curse too."

I held back a scoff. I like Chlora as a person, but saying that level of talent is a curse? I would sure hate to accidently blow up a mountain as well.

"Oh, do tell."

I leaned back, before my back was deeply woven into the white blanket of snow.

Chlora did the same.

The silver sky above was the canvas, her voice the painter. I waited.

The clouds had parted on this winters eve. The sky was a petrifying black that showed no change no matter how far one looked up into it. One would feel merely the irritance of their eyes as they gave up their hopeless pursuit.

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In the smallest manor of the town, a young child. Barely past infancy sat. She walked and fumbled before finding her bed. She tooked herself in and closed the paper-thin walls.

Her eyes began to shut when several noises started clattering and clunking around the walls.

"Oi! Quickl-... No, I SAI-... Just save the girl."

A silhouette of a woman with a neatly-tied bun soon appeared behind the paper walls. There was an instant beauty that one could see, right away when they looked at this woman.

"Ch-lor-a."

Chlora smiled, this person was clearly important to her and someone she held a deep attachment to.

"Get under the bed, Mommy is going to play a prank on Daddy!"

Chlora giggled as she hid under the bed, anticipating the prank.

Soon, several screams broke out but Chloras eyes were fixed on her mother as she didn't notice the extreme shaking that her mothers body was enacting.

Soon, several black-clothed men came in. Their faces bore the mark of 2 snakes. The snakes were on the right of their faces and their hair was all a deep green. The kind that would match a swamp.

Chloras Supposed Mother started pleading as she held her hands forward.

"Please don't, SHE'S JUST A-."

Chrck.

Blood spilt on the floor.

A flash of silver retracted into a mans sheat. His eyes a fluorescent green as they looked to the left. Hearing extremely rapidly approaching footsteps.

The mother slowly collapsed in a pile of her own blood. Her kimono drenched and her face wet with salty tears.

The father soon came in. A blood-coated katana in his right arm. His muscles were bulging and his pure-silver hair was long and covered half his face. Not hiding his defined features of course.

"Y-you Bastards. WHY HAVE YOU DONE THIS."

His voice erupted and crashed through the room.

An incomprehensible amount of strange energy erupted from him. All that was visible from the huge and evergrowing pile of energy was two demonicly white eyes. They glowed and curved at the end slowly burning away as the overwhelming energy made some of the black-clothed men began to slowly take back their blood-coated footsteps.

The Man at the front, reasonable and strategical told their goals. Presumably to help save time so the mans gradually decreasing life force would plummet.

"We are Members of the Dragovich Family. Tasked with the goal to ensure Young Master Dendre manages to join the TF37."

He spoke calmly yet his voice occasionaly spiked with concern. Sweat had already formed a large reflection on his brow.

"SO WHY, did you kill my-, my wife?" The fathers voice was booming and created rumbles in the room due to his state.

The man spoke again, this time with a flatter tone.

"As I said, we are tasked with the goal to ensure Young Master Dendre manages to join the TF37. My name is Culovare Dragovich. We should co-operate, not fight in this instace."

He rose his right hand.

The bright and still roaring flames of the Father slightly dwindled as he stared at the mans hand.

The Father seemed to be in an internal conflict, he could let his flames dim or roar uncontrollably.

He tried to choose the middle ground yet it resulted in a continous dwindle of power.

The experienced man spoke once-more this time in a husky and chilling tone.

"Glad we could cooperate."

The vision of the father become blurry, he looked down and realized a small metal reflected light into the blur of his eyes.

I see, he thought. A sleeping formula contained in a miniscule, unnoticable needle.

The man collapsed to the ground, his vast energy rose into the atmosphere and lost its density due to its now wide spread.

The men all left slowly apart from the leader who stood behind. Glad to get back from the domineering energy that remained and caused their muscles to tense. The leader rose his hand and squinted his eyes.

He took off a light, and only visible in the light, wire. The small girl under the bed felt a strain get removed from her neck.

She giggled.

The man looked not pitifully but rather confussled at the girl. He left swiftly. Leaving behind the mark of the Dragovich on the floor.

A cold dragon released a heavy burst of green air that soon engulfed the desolate building. The small girl felt a small breeze surround her and the surroundings turn a mundane green. She could only see one thing infront of her, her mother.

She looked down before slowly crawling from the bed and tapping her mother.

"Momm-y?"

"Mommy."

"Mommy!"

She tapped her mother relentlessly and pouted. Using differant tones and emotions each time.

An innocent that lasted for hours until.

"M-o-mm,MOMMY."

She wailed the word as much as she could. Anything to wake up her mother.

She lifted her hands. A fountain of blood dripped down as she blinked and realized her hands were soaked in blood.

A small tear dropped to the floor unknown to the girl.

Her wet face was still in shock and her eyes had widened horrifiyingly as she looked straight into the cruel depths of reality. Too far for a mere child.

A man came in from behind her, a familiar aura of wind stopping the gas from harming him and a pearl-white grimace.

"Come with me, child. Only by that method, will you be able to save those close to you."

He remembered his past events and held his hand close to his heart.

He took out a locket. Her fathers locket.

She looked at in hesitation before snatching it and turning away. Trying to preserve it.

She looked at its golden inscriptures and white template.

She remembered the smile of the one who used to wear it.

She fainted. A small hissing sound was present.

A younger Vorgio smirked lightly. Extremely lightly, so lightly that it seemed as if nothing had changed when he retracted it. Nothing but an instantaneous flash in his eyes. His combed-over white hair drooped over his head as his eyebrows rose in a small victory.

(Story told for plots sake, version heard in reality was much simpler and less precise but key points are still present mostly.)

I looked back.

So essentially, her mother and father died to the Dragovich family. Then Vorgio saved her.

Yikes.

Maybe it is quite the curse. But isn't Vorgios appearence too-. Vorgio.

Vorgio.

I held back my spit as I thought of that name.

He is no teacher. And no messiah. He's a physcopath and I can already tell he knows it better than I.

I looked to the right.

In the blasting winds and snow-scaped land a man stood.

He had short white hair that pointed upwards. Wrinkles that time had deepened and dark-brown eyes. His staff lay by his right arm as he stood in the snow. Staring us down.

I met his eyes with squinted eyes. A world energy store already being prepared by my feet.

Vorgio.