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"Er, uhm yeah I guess," the young man responded.

"I'm Thor Stroganoff," the blond man introduced himself, "Seeing that they want you that badly, you must be pretty special."

"I don't know," the young man told Thor, "I just kind of woke up in the forest with some memories I'm not sure I even had."

The young man could see Thor thinking about what could've happened to the young man when his eyes suddenly lit up.

"You're a summoned aren't you!" Thor cried, his excitement pouring out of him.

"A-a-a what?"

"A summoned! They're people from ancient history that have appeared in recent times to help keep the peace!" Thor's voice was building more awe with each word. "Tell me what's in the box, there must be a reason that they wanted that too."

"There's nothing too special, it's just some cards that were from those memories, they seemed to be my greatest treasure," the young man nervously said, he seemed sceptical of the things Thor mentioned, yet it also seemed highly plausible.

"Perhaps by any chance are they Wells of Truth cards?" Thor was increasingly getting closer and his eyes were almost more blinding than the sun.

"Uh yeah, how'd you know?"

"So I am right! Please tell me your title"

"Title? Do you want my name because that's—"

"No no no no, TITLE, like The General who was the first summoned to appear. He said that his title had to do with his character and playstyle and was given to him back in his time."

"A title huh," the young man thought to himself, "What would my title have been?" He tried to remember his memories but he couldn't.

"Yeah, I'm sorry but I can't seem to remem..." his voice stopped.

"Remember," a cold airy voice echoed in his head, "remember the times of the past, those memories that were sealed away during your long slumber." Suddenly his mind went blank.

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Somewhere, far deeper in the forest, the cultist was lumbering further into the forest "D-damn it all!" the cultist thought to himself, "There's no way I can tell the bo…" He stopped. In front of him was another figure with a red cloak.

"So, I see you failed," the figure said, "The boss clearly isn't going to like this."

"Hunter, you wouldn't dare,"

"Oh I would. The boss did say that we must remove all trash from within before we remove those from the outside. Goodbye."

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"Hey, Hey! Wake up!" the young man's eyes opened to see Thor with a fear filled face: his eyes were tearing up, his mouth was an open frown, his voice trembling. "Oh, thank The Creator. I thought you died!"

"Yeah, I'm okay I just… Wait? Are you crying?"

"W-what? Uh... yeah. It's just that…" Thor continued to mumble about.

The young man saw that his arm had been bandaged. He thought to himself, "I guess I am lucky to have met Thor."

"Thanks man," the young man said.

"Uh, wh-what? Uh yeah you're welcome."

"I just wanted to ask why you didn't ask for help. I would've thought that there would've been someone around here."

Thor looked down. He talked to himself in the unknown language. "Well you see," Thor started, "It's that, uh, you, uh, don't look like one of us."

"Don't look like you? What do you mean? I do look human." The young man had a very puzzled face.

"You see… The thing is lots of things have changed since your time. Once that meteor hit, 3 new races came here on Gaia. Those were the Elves, Dwarves, and Demonoids. Long story short, your pitch black hair combined with your glowing gold eyes, you look like a Demonoid and Humans and Demonoids haven't gotten along that well."

"Oh,"

"Yeah, it's not really something I should've brought up isn't it?"

"No it's fine," the young man assured him, "I've always thought it would be better to be straightforward than to hide everything."

"Well I'm glad that it didn't upset you," Thor responded, "anyway I think we should go into town."

"Go into town? But aren't the people going to hate me?"

"Oh no absolutely not. We're in the Land of the Creator, not the Humanian Kingdom."

"I am so confused right now."

"How about this? Let's head into town and I'll explain everything I know from your preemptive death to now."

The young man thought for a bit and realized that he didn't have a choice so he agreed to head into town. Along the way Thor continued to explain what had happened over the 850 long years since The Disaster struck. He explained that the four races had each created their own country and language: the Humans with the Humanian Kingdom who spoke auglis, the Elves with the Elven Empire who spoke elvom, the Dwarves with the Dwarven Mountain who spoke dwӧvin, and finally the Demonoids with the Demonoidal Dimension who spoke Ulkis. Each country had their own hierarchy; this hierarchy was based solely on the past experiences the races had with each other. The Humans hated the Demonoids while the Elves hated the Dwarves and vice versa. The Humans had a strong relationship with the Elves and to defend themselves, The Dwarves and Demonoids created a bond. This resulted in the hierarchy in which the order goes: the original race at the top, their closest ally right under them, then their ally's enemy would be third, and at the bottom would be the race's enemy. For example, Humans would have the hierarchy of humans, then elves, then dwarves, and at the bottom the demonoids.

"Wow you sure know a lot," the young man said

"Yeah, I did major in Ancient History," Thor responded.

The young man was a bit shocked, "Majored? There are still schools here?"

"Well, yeah. Lots of things from your time are still continuing now. It's quite beneficial."

The young man was going to say something, however, Thor spoke first, "We're here. Welcome to the Capital of The Land of the Creator, Aubergine!"

Chapter 2: What? END