1 Chapter 1 Woodlands Storytelling.

Deep in the woods,

in a clearing with very little

sunlight, a figure garbed in

worn looking adventurer's gear,

is being surrounded by eleven

other people, with relatively

finer looking leather amour. One of them, a young man

armed with a fancy sword,

walks over from the front of

the encirclement.

"Hey old man, a little Birdy told

me you found something nice,

hand it over",he says with a

smirk on his handsome-ish

face.

The man, with a slight frown on

his face replies.

"If you are talking about the

'Troll's Bane', I can't give that to

you, most importantly since

when did House 'Hartley's 'young master' become a

bandit?".

"Oh!? so you recognize me,

well, it matters not, just hand it

over..Now!!." the young man

shouted.

*sigh* "Do I have to do this all

the time." the man mumbles.

"What did you say!?." the boy asked.

A baleful Aura creeps into the

surrounding. "Oh, you are about

to find out my boy." said the

man, his voice carrying a

terrifying chill in it.

"Eek!! kill him!!." the young man

screams! in fear. The others all

rush forward with the young

man leaving or rather escaping

the encirclement.

The man rushes forward, and

the fight begins....

___

*Thud*, the last man falls after

the battle that lasted only a few

minutes, heavy breathing is the

only sound in the otherwise

quiet woods.

"Why did you leave us alive, are

you not afraid of my retaliation

or, are afraid of what my house

will do because of my death?." the young man said.

*scof* "It wouldn't matter if you

were dead to me, I just find it a

chore to kill arrogant punks like you nowadays." said the

'old' man while sitting on a

neatly cut tree trunk.

"What's your name kid." he

continued.

"I thought you knew me?." the

young man asked back.

"not very smart I see." he said

smilingly, "I recognized the

crest on your men's armour."

he tells the young man, while

pointing with his chin toward a downed man.

"Oh." he replied, "it's Galen" he

continued while finally facing

the man who handed his and

his men's asses to them.

"So, why did you leave us alive

then?." he stared at the man.

"This question again?." he said

while raising one of his brows,

"Well, I've seen a lot of times

when they kill your kind, your

dad shows up, and after killing

him, your grandfather shows

up too, and then the cycle

continues, it's pretty much a

chore isn't it?." he said with a

shrug. "keeping you alive instead lessens the chances of

you returning, that is if you're

smart enough to realize how

overwhelmingly powerful I am

compared to your family" he

said in a serious tone.

"true.", Galen replied.

...

After a suffocating silence for

Galen, it is finally broken by the

man. "do you want to hear a secret boy?."

"do I have a choice?." Galen

groaned.

"Ha!,you don't" he replied.

"Anyways, I will tell you about

'The Chosens', listen well boy

this may save your life one day.

In our myriads of worlds, they

are certain people chosen by

the 'World', they pass through

trails and get stronger,more

powerful,leaving a

blazing trail in their path, with

such speed, that it causes you

to stop and think about how

the 'World' is cheating so blatantly."

"Let me guess, you are one of

Them?."Galen said not showing

any shock.

"don't interrupt, and no I am not

one of them." the man replied,

with his voice filled with anger

for being interrupted.

"as I was saying, in all the lives

I've life, I have seen several of

them go through their trials,

either climbing from the

bottom to the top, or falling

from the top only to climb back

stronger than ever, I have seen

many geniuses that lost their

talents, gain unexpected power

from strange encounters,or

young masters of fallen

houses who finally reach the

top, heck even slaves, servants,

people presumed dead, even

people who have been crippled,

or have their betrothed annul their

marriages, I've seen betrayed gods,

experts, generals, that

somehow return or find

themselves in the past, and

plan to take revenge, I have

also seen people transfer over

from other worlds, the lists goes far too long to count, over the lives I could remember, I made

it a priority to find them and

watch them grow, because of

how entertaining their stories

are." he ended with a nostalgic

look on his face.

"with the way you are now you

may end up as some washed

unimportant character with an

insignificant part in their story."

he continued with a light grin.

*ugh* "what about you then?."

Galen groaned. " you keep

mentioning many lives, what's

your own story." he said still

looking annoyed.

"me?., I'm among a group of people who

keep their memories even after

reincarnating unto many different lives

and not go crazy, of course we

are restricted, or it would have

another crazy cheat." he said

with a frown.

"as for my story I don't think

there's much to talk about, I

mean I did become powerful

to watch them more closely

and not be bothered by others,

but there's nothing interesting

if that's what you're asking." he

finished.

"did you ever meet them again

?." asked Galen.

"no..,not the same ones, I did

try to leave 'marks' to tell each

world, but it seems I never

return to the same place each

time." he replied with a soft sigh

"so what you're saying is that I

wouldn't know who they might be so

I should be careful not to

offend them?." Galen asked

even though he knew that was

what he meant.

"bingo!." the man said while

snapping his finger.

"let tell you about this boy he..."

he started telling Galen about a

'Chosen' from one of his lives.

....

..Several stories and lives later.

"Wow. those are really...

interesting." Galen said while

stretching in his seated

position he took during one of the

stories.

"Indeed. *sigh* it's getting late

I should get going, your men

will be waking up soon." the

man said while looking at the

sky.

Looking at the man who was

already leaving while

hesitating, Galen finally says

"hey old man, did you ever...

think of using all this, to make

your own story?."

"huh?. not really, I'm more of a

spectator, you could say I'm

just a 'Watcher'." he said with a

smile. His back getting farther.

"what's your name!., where can

I find!." Galen shouts out while

cupping his hands over his

mouth.

"Hahaha!!. The name's Eleanor,

and let fate decide our next

meeting, hahaha!!." his laughter

fading with the wind.

With the men besides him

groaning themselves awake

Galen mumbles.

"Eleanor, huh?... my instincts tell me

this time, might be your own story."

Even he, the one who will later

be known as 'The Fifth Eye of

Foresight' didn't know how true

he words will be in the future.

...

Somewhere in the outskirts.

Eleanor is seen leaving the

Woods when a sudden sound

*ding*[ hidden requirements ]

[ complete ]

"Ehh??. a 'World Piece'".

....

Chapter 1 Ends.