The orphanage disaster

Ah, what do we have here mission to steal the moon! It feels like we're talking about stealing an apple from my grandfather's orchard!

I wonder, aren't there any greater challenges than this Maybe climb mountains of ice with two hands tied behind the back, or maybe dive into the depths of the lake of fire to get a flame that doesn't extinguish It seems that the office is starting to miss the imagination...

I have to prepare the list of purchases: thermal gloves, magic ropes, and possibly shield against gravity. I will of course not forget the "steal orbs for beginners" booklet, because obviously the moon will not uproot itself from the sky!

Without mentioning all the influences that will hit the earth as a result of the loss of the moon, who will take care of all those annoying creatures that will find themselves in complete darkness without their friendly moon

Humans may need group therapy sessions to get past the trauma of the "disappearance of the moon".

Don't forget that maybe we will make magical beings angry. All those moon-based sacred beasts to organize their magical activities may begin to show their anger. Here we talk about a world full of magic chaos and muddled creatures.

Stealing the moon Really, office !

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Sit in what looks like a big, muddled-minded cell, thinking only if I was charming there would be little hope. But lumini Even black magic will achieve nothing in my situation.

When a person is born in this world, this very empire. A magic test is performed for him, this test literally determines his life path.

You are born a normal person, so welcome to normal jobs. Falah, Haddad, politician or any jobs that do not require magic.

If he finds out that you are magical, you are welcome to the world of magic. You join one of the magic wreaks and you may become a priest, warrior, or even a guardian in the empire. Even your family will change its entire course.

Whether you're "Lumini", spit on your luck and welcome to unhappiness and suffering. Most people think that "luminaries" are cursed like "untouchables" so your parents may kill you immediately after you get up fearing evils. Some greedy parents may sell you hidden to a black wizard,at best you may live and work as an energy source in one of the roles of magic.

I was much luckier! I was born in a small village in the territory of Nightspeek, surrounded by mountains and dense forests. When my father took the knowledge test and he and my mother looked at the result. He knew what that meant. But instead of fear, hate or greed, I felt their love and tenderness engulf me. They knew I was different, but they didn't see in my presence as a problem.

Instead of killing me, selling me or even putting me at the disposal of the empire, my parents decided to protect me at all costs.

Sold everything they own and opened an orphanage in a remote place, I was registered in it on being an orphan, and my presence there hid the eyes of strangers from me.

The orphanage was the phrase of an old building surrounded by a small garden. The place was filled with children who had lost their family for various reasons, but I was the only one who wasn't basically an orphan. My parents, who had become the managers of the orphanage, were keen to live as normal a life as possible.

I was learning how to be part of a group, playing and studying with other kids. They would see me as one of them, and they had no idea I was one of the 'luminaries'

I did not feel that I was an orphan, I knew from the beginning that the director and the director were my family. My love for my parents was manifesting every moment. Instead of following the harsh norms and despite all the difficult circumstances that faced them, we lived until the end as an ordinary family, they were an example of sincere love and sacrifice.

Until I reached seven years I lived as an ordinary child until the disaster struck.

The night was unusually quiet, and the sky was overcast by the heavy clouds hiding the stars. Inside the orphanage, the children were sleeping peacefully, unaware of what was to come. I was sitting in my small room, thinking about the world outside the orphanage. How wonderful it would be to see him, but my mother warned me about it, outside the world is ruthless.

Actually ruthless. That night there was a nightmare about to explode.The sound of the doors and windows crashing woke everyone up from their sleep. The masked group broke into the orphanage as a gale, their faces rigid and their eyes bearing unspeakable evil. Their swords radiated a frightening luster in the light of the fireplace. The cries of the awakened children scattered as sparks in the air, and the chaos came up as a rumbling wave.

I walked out of my room rushing to see bodies falling down one by one, with every movement pouncing as a hungry hawk. Screams of pain surged around, and I was watching the chaos distract our dreams in seconds.

The scene was like a nightmare. I saw my father, both of them trying to defend the other. Mom, her eyes filled with fear, tried to protect me and took steps towards the attackers.

"Go, back!" I shouted worriedly. Her moment, all things stopped around me.

My mother fell to the ground, and the echo of her scream was still stuck in the air. Her body faded like they were written for him to be forgotten, as my eyes searched for my father.

His glanced at him and the orphanage workers trying to resist, but preparing the intruders and their weapons were better, what increased their strength having a magician among them using a flaming sword.

I couldn't move from my place, I stood like a sheep from the intensity of fear. As the magician makes his way between the kids and the workers, waving his sword and the charred bodies scatter here and there, his companions retreated so that they would not be hurt.

That's when my instincts moved and I hid in my room, exactly under the bed, the mind of a child who would think he would survive by doing so.

Suddenly the bed burned, it was the magician!

The scene in front of me was like a reincarnated nightmare. Amidst the chaos, the Magician appeared with his flaming sword, the flame of fire glistening in his eye as if carrying the very dark souls. He was walking with heavy steps, moving like time was freezing around him.

My father's back, half of his body warped with fire, grabbed the wizard's sword with his bare hands. "Get away from him!" He shouted boldly, but the Magician wouldn't have acquiesced.

" O misery and you protect this slave"

With a single movement, . The flame was dancing, emitting a dark aura that enveloped the place.The sword glow increased rapidly, as if life itself was fading into that glimpse.

My father nodded as he was swallowed by the flames. His eyes filled with bewilderment and pain. He took out his hand from the flames, it was charred and the flesh falling from it, he was looking for hope, when I extended my hand, I couldn't catch it. I was coward for doing that.. I was a coward to protect my family. The opposite of my father is and my mother!

Me and five of my friends were taken to an unknown place.That's when I first met Liana, who was 5 years old, and Magician Gushu.

Almost every night he is dragged into what looks like a square under this mansion, brokered by a smooth and cool flat rock. The smell of moisture filled the air, as if the water had leaked from the other worlds to this place. I was surrounded by a bolt of darkness, and the immense sensations coursing me between fear and amazement.

Forced to undress me because the process required to be directly in contact with the rock, lay on it, it was in 3amtar diameter, the first time I did this, my organs trembled with mild coldness.

This was the beginning of the "rising" weather, a forbidden magical tormenting that extends the normal human with magical mana by Lumeni.

Liana stands a step away from me, and the bearded bald man is in charge of casting the spell, his name is Gushu.

The lights started to sparkle around us, you need to warm up but I felt the coldness creep into my heart. Slowly, I felt something strange tearing through my chest, as if it were like a rope separating from my life. The sounds were fading, and everything became fuzzy.

As Gushu began to ritual it, I felt a strange object feed on my strength. The pain was burning in my bones like fire, every heartbeat was deepening the wound inside me. As if my energy was draining one point after another, and a pressure like a storm surrounded me.

I let out a loud scream, crept like a echo to Liana by my side, but I couldn't move my tongue. Her eyes were frowning, as if trying to understand the suffering I'm living. She saw the pain in my eyes but she doesn't make any expression, as if she doesn't understand that I'm hurting from this feasting!

The longer the Magician continued, the more the image would fade. I felt myself slowly dying, as if I was being burned inside. Every cell in my body was screaming, telling me that I am losing something precious, something that I will never recover.But unfortunately this thing that I lose is never inexhaustible.

Do this about13years ago, almost every day.

I am not alone in the cell,There are five people other than me,They are my friends from the orphanage. They are all Luminaries abandoned by their family as I found out late.

They sleep but two people, one of them approaches me and they focus me on my head. He's my best friend Oliver.

"We are a hundred miles away from the nearest village, everything that surrounds us mountains, even the king comes with magic here.. And you are thinking of running away "

He treats me harshly, it's okay with this, on the contrary this is due to intimate memories, he is someone who has always cared about me since we were in the orphanage. Despite his unlovable bear-like form and all those pimples. Except he was loved by all with his two personalities.

On the other hand, I am in my turn. I have no endearing shape, white hair. People kept telling me it's a puddle of heaven and that's what made them call me white. Until it became as my name, a long and slim body as a scary skeleton, though I gained friends.

"Oliver apologized, it won't be repeated" I try to calm him down in every way.

"Oh man, the ritual will end soon, this is what the magician told us, and then we will get our freedom, be patient a little, so what is missing the worst"

"Maybe he saw something he shouldn't see!"

Oliver turns to the third person. He was as pale-skinned as a vampire,though he was handsome with his green eyes, that handsome unlike me and Oliver didn't gain him friends unfortunately because of his personality. It's Taros.

He leaned against the wall and looked smiling at me, smiling smug I never liked her in it.

"Tell us what prompted you to escape like that" Tarus asks me maliciously. Oliver also looks at me as he wishes to answer in turn.

I think a little and then say

"Nothing, just felt like going out, believe me if something happened I would have told everyone" I smile and then go to my bed.

Oliver goes in turn to his bed without asking more questions, he knows I won't speak Việt Nam.

Taros remains leaning against the wall, although I am curled up against the other side, feeling his disappointed glasses penetrate my back.

You lied to them!

I can't tell them that we will be sacrificed at the end of the ritual of the "Anthem" soon!