Healers often associated with weak little damsels in destress.

I’m Milo, I was born in an orphanage. I don’t know why I was an orphan or how I became one. It always was me and the orphanage as long as I could remember.

I would always watch the cool dudes train outside the garden with their perfect body discipline and their hardened muscles.

Someday I walked over to one of the guys to ask him in detail of what he is doing. And their it all started. I started to train, to act in a planned manner like waking up in the morning doing sit-ups going for lunch than walking around the church in a stead up manner going faster and doing more as my body allowed it.

Till one day my caretaker caught me. And explained to me a rule I didn’t know we had. “Little rascal doesn’t know that it isn’t allowed to train your muscles or to exercise anyhow. As It is a sin against god. As he created us that way. And changing that is against all we hold dear. So don’t forget we the believers aren’t allowed to train or exercise our bodies anyway and doing that” She whispers into my ear “Is illegal and if someone not like me finds out you will be executed on the spot so be careful” she winks at me and goes as if she hasn’t seen anything.

I miss them dearly I still can remember what they said. That if I want to be able to train my body and become a swordsman or martial artist. That I need to change my path. Because all believers of the church which include the orphanages around the world must go trough a test of class.

Which makes all of this worst is that most of us are being trained from young to become one class called healer. Which makes a chance of us fleeing this fate lower and lower the longer we stayed or lived in an orphanage. As all Orphanage are created by the church and handled by the church.

So after learning this I stopped training or exercising, I only dreamed about it or learned some of it from the man’s defending the city but otherwise I stopped. It all went down the same way it did before I started to train. Waking up greeting god. Eating and going to church to listen to the scripture. Then self-learning and or playing with others. Then training or watching into the class we will become.

It was all stale till the one day our class got tested. It wasn’t as every other day. The caretakers seemed worried the kids seemed excited. And I felled broken. It was the day I got tested positive for the healer class as any other. But there was some who didn’t live that long in the orphanage who gained other classes, but none of them were me so I didn’t care or remember them.

Since that faithful day I Milo got raced in one of the special care institutions for healers. Where I was thought how a healer should act what their allowed to do and what not.

Which I later or learned was all based on a lie associated with our class. It said that the class healing comes from praying to a higher being. Which was the base line through which we learned all of our art and spells.

But all of this was a lie. I found it all out on that special day. I was 6 and we had to clean the dungeon. On that day we had cleaning duty in one of the dungeons. I was lost in some of the things we learned, while walking down the stairs with my bucket and broom in hand. I twisted the broom like it was a sword and tried to play with it while swinging it I lost balance and stumbled onto a pebble.

While trying to balance myself and it not working so I fell face first into a wall or what should have been a wall. Sadly, it wasn’t so fell straight through it like going through air. Breaking my nose on impact with the floor of the room I suddenly was in.

What I later learned was a secret base of the corrupted. Which seemed to be a storage or research room in which they storage all the information about the church. Which was placed in one of the least defended places of the church the newbie zone in which only newbies and caretakers have access into.

I looked around while healing my nose and cleaning my blood of the floor. What I saw were rows of bookshelves all labeled differently. Most of them I couldn’t read. But even the pictures alone drew me in. 2 feet before me lied a table spread on top if it were documents of different kind. Sadly, I still didn’t learn how to read or write as it comes later in life they said. Thinking about any way I could read some of them. And if I think back even self-learning was taken care by caretakers as we weren’t allowed to read books on our own, they could only be read to us by caretakers.

Thinking further I came to a idea. As learning it shouldn’t be that difficult as I learned all of the 12-year-old graduates need to be able to read and write. So how are they going to learn something like that probably not trough caretakers as it would take too long.

I secretly left the room I was in and swore that I would come back when I was able to read. As I went on a thought stuck to my head like honey. So, I went to one of the caretakers and asked them about reading or writing. Trough them I learned that there will be a special class in which I will be able to read and write with 8 guaranteed. And if I but more into it I could even learn other languages. The more I asked the more I found out. It seems the focus of my years will be put on reading and writing different languages and the classes about healing will be put on stop as we couldn’t learn much more with our immature bodies.

And so, I learned reading and writing. I went back to that secret room to see if I missed any language and the more, I went into it the more languages I learned. I went so far that even some of the caretakers of the upper realm noticed me. But I didn’t spare them any glance as my only focus for the next 2 years were learning how to read and write all the languages the secret room had to offer. With 8 all access to learning new languages were closed down. The only way to learn to read or write a new language were trough books which were only available when ordered for a special reason, like a healer going to a new country.

And so, I went back to secret room, with my newfound knowledge. Looking around this time with the intend to read everything and not just skip trough them to find out in which language there are written.

Inspecting the bookshelves and the documents further I found the afoul truth about my situation.

It seems that Kids from all around the world get kidnapped at an early age to be mind washed. To become puppets of the church. Some articles confirm missing children wounding up in churches and refusing to go back. Some documents record state contracts holding not just sums or verbal agreement but even human selling often holding female believers being sold not officially but put into the protection of the noble estates often not being able to talk to somebody or even mind washed to believe it was gods saying to become part of this family and that all events transpiring are transpiring as they should. Further records of those people’s statement make me.

I throw up into the bucket I near me, as I use the excuse of cleaning to always come down here. I always clean this place as fast as possible and then go into the secret place. Already mindful of all the possibilities that someone would look for me so I came prepared with all kind of shit like guard dutie timings, keeping an image of a clumsy person so I could take longer or just even telling some of them that I secretly read downstairs.

The further I read those documents spread around the table the more mindful I become of my surrounding. The anomaly´s in my surrounding I often accepted or just didn’t mind. The always grumpy or sad caretaker handling us. Which explains it here. It seems our death rate are almost 99% after finishing our education with 25. Saying that only the special will survive and the others will get put into wars for the church becoming immediately focused by enemy lines.

Which is further detailed by research telling that the church itself promotes killing the healer first in every strategy holding. Even books published by the church’s pseudonyms stating that focusing the healer hinders the most strategies as every person becomes a onetime use and can’t be healed after being focused. Which ones was a great strategy they just kept the healers in the middle and surrounded them with a bunch of capable soldiers who then routed the injured inside and the healthy ones outside. The healers often being more than the capable troop could just heal in tandems over the event.

Which all broke down when the church noticed the uprising of strong individuals with the help of their capable healers, so they mind washed the healers into a liability which they could use to handle those companions. And published strategies which build on the weaknesses they taught.

I stopped reading sat myself down and thought about this whole mess I’m in right now.

It seems their was a time which was made to be forgotten. In which healers were able to exercise to be liable. Which got then scraped when they found out that it helps the individuals too much and keeps making the already mind washed question their motives. Which went against their plans, so they scraped it and made their believers weaker to keep a leash on parties with their believers?

What is their plan with all of this and why would a secret organization created recently know of all of this in so much detail that I myself under some influence believe into the facts they given so much?

Being intrigued I go back to reading. Reading further I find that most of our abilities seems to be locked. It states that we aren’t even using our abilities given from our class but a sub ability. I read questionably

It seems that we gain a supp class when we believe in a stronger being which is called “believers” which gives power and abilities the stronger our beliefs in this entity are. It says that the church uses this sub class instead of the main class as it is easier manipulate the believers than healers as believers need to follow their rules as to not lose their powers. Stating that the church had the full path of a healer but scrapped it when they found out how easy it is to use a believer. As in the old days their were real healers which now got changed as healers shouldn’t be the base of this world but a liability to control the stronger giving believers a stronger leash to not fall out as healers could.

It even states that healers or people teaching art of the healer path have a 100% assassination attack and that those that survive or know of it keep quite as they are too afraid telling the truth about it.

It seems even the ruler of this country I’m in, is in it with the church. Showing a copy of a contract stating that the best and most handsome “healers” gain access to a “secret” organization which work directly under the king learning the art of a real healer but being believed in that they are chosen to defend and gain for their believe abilities. Which in reality are just abilities everyone could learn if they had access to it or are allowed to learn it. These blessed individuals are then sold to nobles being told that there are beautiful or handsome and that’s why their gods had probably chosen them. Those with a stronger affinity to healing get chosen for the “secret” organization for the king. Trough which they have complete control over every possible corner.

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Some documents even speculate that rulers of countries are forced or manipulated to marry believers. Even in countries were woman rule, they just get a bunch of handsome males.

I feel shocked as I read the speculation as it seems that the church is worldwide spread. Some speculate that they force countries to submit and hold power trough a secret art?

Turning to the page stating about the secret art. I find myself before a special page detailing a so-called special power called necromancy and how some special individuals gain access to that power which enables them the power to resurrect the dead. Which seems to be how they hold the leash on all those countries?

The church seemed to have found it in its early days about a power creeping up their ranks which didn’t fit the description about what the church holds dearly. So, the church found out about those so-called non-believers. They slowly used the bad rumor which spread to rat out those so called non believers. Then they captured those individuals and trained them in secret.

The further it went on then further it began spread. All the higher ups talked about the so called new secret organization working under church called “the raven”. Which go in the night to do the biddings their gods didn’t seem fitting for them. Which they did. They did all the dirty work and as it went further a new scripture appeared. The new scripture was introduced which told about the so called ravens which did all the dirty work their god didn’t see fit for their believers to do. The ravens then cleaned all the bad and turned into an army of the believers as such no spark of the dirty shall be left.

Those ravens worked in the dark and captured, tortured, handled, assassinated those going against the churches agenda and cleansed their sin riddled bodies.

Reading further I gain goosebumps. As the documents themselves state that the organization called corrupted aren’t a organization to terrorize the nation, no, they are sub branch of the church used to regulate the people. Using their influence to gain people who hate them giving them a chance to break the law and then kill them in the right of their gods.

After finishing the papers, I come back to myself. I’m inside a secret hideout of the corrupted which isn’t a secret and should be a place for one of the bigger units in this church so how come I one of the little babies gained access to this place by stumbling into it?

Thinking about the documents which were perfectly spread to let you think that it came from the organization corrupted. But the further you read the more you notice that those kind of information couldn’t be gathered by a so called rebel group. And that they instead are a library of one of the big boys of this Church.

Shaking my head, I try to focus. Even if I came here by accident and all of this stuff is illegal.

I still have access to it even after visiting it daily for 2 years.

So, there are only two possibilities as to why I’m still able read this.

First all of this is only accessible trough a key which creepily enough I have. Trough which I get access to the wall door. Which the creator of this place didn’t expect, as we are in a newbie zone and this is a dungeon which is told to us. Is scary place in which dangerous or bad individuals which go against the church agenda end up.

Second all of this should be found and read. As to encourage the special to join the church as there are no other ways to escape and as it is the best choice to make.

Maybe if read through some of the bookshelves I could find the answer to it.

Thinking about it further. It has been 2 years since I daily visited this place and till now nobody stopped me. So, I should use it as long as I have the chance and access to this place. Broadening my horizon as all of this while cease to exist as I will become 11 and will be brought to another institution. So, I can further broaden my knowledge about the restricted areas.

I was born an orphan living with my brothers and sisters in tiny village. We would always pray in the church before our meal. But what fascinated me from young wasn’t magic often used in our daily. Nor the scripture being read before us. Nor was it the farming life we had routinely to strengthen our bond to the world.

No, it was Swordsmanship. Since that faithful day I found that man flexing with his biceps, training in the hot sun swinging that sword over and over again. Sadly, as I found out that we weren’t allowed to have swords.

And the most crazy’s revelation I gained was that we aren’t allowed to train our bodies. As the scripture says we are born with a perfect body from birth and things like training our muscle is against the code of the scripture.

So, I would hide and secretly train my muscles till the day my class was tested. I was classified a healer, a healer one of the things I couldn’t flee and one of the things I hated doing the most was listening to the scripture and not being able to have access the fun stuff like fighting or training. Which is the main part of being a healer and I hated it.

It kinda broke me when I saw the sad smiles of my caretakers as they known me the best. They knew my dream would never come true as the saw me away near the orphanage. Their faces told me everything I needed to know about the situation I was in. That was enough for me to kinda fall back and only follow the flow.

Which was further strengthened by the shenanigans the church tried to influence me. Which didn’t turn well for them as I completely understood what happened and what they tried to do. But I just followed the flow and didn’t resist followed the scripture. The routine. The daily life of a healer.

It went on till that faithful day. I found myself in something new and exciting. Something exciting like the time I saw sword fighting for the first time. It brought me back I kept my mind working kept me holding on a string all the time I read the documents. The rush of not being caught the action of doing something more interesting than repeating the same stuff over and over. Learning the timing of the guards so I could sneak in or just knowing which guard went easier with me going down their often, learning how to change my character to fit someone who would go down a creepy dungeon happily or just giving others clues so that I could dampen the meaning of me being down here for longer. All of this only to have more time to be here.

It brought something back I thought I lost on that day.

All of this brings me back to know a choice. I could read further and learn everything there is in this place or I could go back to normal follow the flow and hope it brings me out of here. Choosing to take faith into my hands or letting faith take me. Of course, I choose to take faith into my own hands.

And so, I started my mission. I acted all naturally on times in which I could be inspected and in my free time I would read in the dungeon’s hideout filling my head with all the information I had access to.

“All of this of course on a time frame”. I sigh to myself as I read through, the bookshelves.

What I found out earlier isn’t what I expected. The area I live in are for the newbies from the age of under 11. Which means I only have 3 years left. The access to this area will then be closed forever. As the only way to comeback to the newbie zone is trough visiting a relative which I don’t have. Or being a caretaker which I can’t be. Their will be no chance of me being here longer than usual with all the anomalies I showed over the time frame I was here.

All those factors pushed me to a limit I never saw. As I went over and over and over and over all limits, I thought I had. The further my limit began to become unseeable. I learned to read faster. My understanding of the things I read became clearer. The more I understood of what I was doing, the further the gains I could get out of this became.

I stopped reading for fun and started to put effort into it. I took notes while reading to put everything I had to the maximum. Inscribing them when I went back to my room to memorize them to heart. Trying to understand what I was reading and not just to read.

I never felt tired or exhausted over the time as I planned it all out to be perfectly fitted to myself never going over the line. Always having enough sleep to be focused always eating enough so my brain could go through it. Focusing on all the details I could think of to make more out of the time I had.

It all went perfectly till I found that one book called “the shadow”.

“The shadow” A book detailing about the raven written by one of them.

It at first was just a normal book about a shadow but the more I read around it the more I understood. It was encrypted and when I finally cracked the code. It happened. I truth revealed itself on how the raven came to exist and how someone finds out that they are a raven. The further I understood about the ravens the more I could compare with them. The book told about one of the newest recruits of the ravens. And how his daily life was of becoming a member of the raven family. It told about ravens having a high IQ from birth. Having a greater understanding of their surroundings. It told about ravens growing faster than normal people. Because of their High IQ. So, raven aged in their minds faster than their body. So, you could notice a raven by seeing someone acting way above their age.

Like me acting like 18 but only being 10. Or how ravens have a special mana signature which can only be tested with 12. As testing is only when the mana veins are stable enough to hold or put out mana. And how that specially mana signature allows ravens to gain access to most of the raven places.

Like me gaining access to this room. Reading further I start to question myself.

Maybe all of this is a ploy of the church. Looking for ravens which are already under their control. Showing early ravens all the cards, the church has, giving them access to all the secrets. Showing them all the knowledge, they can give you without even sparing an eye.

All of this so the church has an easier access to all those children by giving them a drive or the massive access of information, showing them that the best choice is to join them.

Which all points to one thing. Why does the church need to find raven if the ravens could just search for them? As all ravens having read through the documents will find that talking about this will be a no go in the first place. And that joining the church is the only answer.

Or they could just spread lies between the documents to make you more easily to find in the future.

My knowledge right know is so much that I could easily plan for everything. Which makes me question it even further. Why would I have access to all of this and many ways to accomplish my wishes. And why is this book encrypted.

All the arrows right know point to one answer. The church left this here so ravens who don’t know that they are ravens, start to go through the document fall straight into the church’s ploy. They then make mistakes because of the lies the church spread around the documents. Them not knowing will then fall straight into the church hands, becoming a loyal raven.

Which right know states that I’m inside a trap. That I already have fallen for the ploy of the church.

Which would have probably worked on me if I weren’t obsessed with one goal only, which is swordsmanship. All the Information giving was about the church, magic, Necromancy, right healing but none and say it again none were about swordsmanship or martial arts. Some about the human body and how it functions but none of it talked about how it all works.

So I never became invested into magic or anything. Always interested to find something new till I found it a secret code for the ravens, which opened my eyes. The further I think about this the less I think that ravens could flee. As all the path show that you don’t need to flee as all the things you want are given as long as you stay and that even if you flee that you wont come far.

Some of the books even talked about magic and affinity and how it all works together. Important stuff I would never had found out even if was born in a noble family. It all shows that they have nothing bad against ravens. Sadly, they didn’t have anything of interest to catch me.

Going even further. As none of the books inside the secret room or the open library talked about swordsmanship. And me asking about it would only go against my character. Thinking about this further. All this boils down to only one way. Swordsmanship is trash and so weak that the bosses and others don’t even see it as a threat, so they don’t even need to educate others about it as it has never overcome the rule of the church.

So, thinking about this all the only way is to become someone the church couldn’t handle so that they hold away from nagging me further. As some of the documents state. There are old bastards outside which the church can’t handle even the ravens can`t. So, the church made a peace treaty. To become someone strong enough to be left alone by the church.

I need to do something which has never been done before. And to become someone strong you need to do something only you can do and do this to perfection.

“I think I found my goal or better said my mission for now”

*I grin to myself*