volume fifty three

so this child called Marcus is the so-called descendant of Adamsin, yeah right. it can be right that the child was hanged years ago, he just lost his mind. I haven't heard of Pitch back magic ever before, I've been an Adventurer for the past ten years. something isn't adding up how come a kid that looks nothing I have ever seen before knows more than I do. I have to go to the library in Daragain, research is needed to be done. Answers have to be found in the information about that myth, frankly I hate doing research on this topic. the librarian will never be suspected of my intentions cause all we know on the Myth is that he died. these woods have tons of good memories between the three of us, I wasn't around a lot when Adamsin started to have a family. that didn't bother me though I was very supportive of his decision to have one, I also knew that she wasn't from the same kingdom. I know very little of the location of the myth. I do know that it was approximately six years ago since the death of that child, if the child didn't die he would be around maybe seventeen years old. it just doesn't add up seeing how a brand new Adventurer that looks nothing like that of others I've ever seen. I mean any type of Adventurer his skin color,height, racial features, hell even the way he carries himself. His mentality is all over the place I can't get a read on him yet, I'll just have to wait until the time is right. for right now it's the perfect time to gather the most information I can. after hours of walking through the woods the path that leads to Daragain is below my feet. the path of Daragain has a very rough history, this path was the place where they awarded Adamsin the rank of Unranked. the laughter of children drew closer, I'm glad that even in the depths of despair. the children soon gathered around me, they do this every time I come back from a quest. I give them the remaining change I have left in my pockets, I love doing this. they need the money more than I do, it breaks my heart seeing children barely hanging on to life. I love giving things I don't need to those that do, I'm the only one who does this. I've seen parents sell their own children to make ends meet, in this town of Daragain anything goes. Ever since the death of Adamsin the moral code of Daragain has gone to crap. I'm doing the best I can with what I'm able to do. I would love to massacre those who do harm to innocent children, it's against my religion. so I do what I can do. I know it's not a lot so I pray more for help, I can't argue against the Creator. I've met ones like me who have the same beliefs, their ways are more twisted than I would like. I'm kicked out from joining the crusader ever again, I still wear the armor cause my belief never changes. I'm willing to give up my life for others, and the same goes for the Creator. I made my way through the town of Daragain, the people of Daragain gaze at me with disgust. my people before they died did think that they were better than the average person. that was the reason why that night nobody came to help us,the only thing that protected me was the Creator. I know if they found out what I've been doing behind the town, they would treat me the same as Adamsin. the library was covered in a fresh new white paint, I still can't believe they wasted money on this. the leader of Daragain is so full of himself, his people are dying left and right. those are the lucky ones I've seen worse than that, I had experience several situations that caused me to question my Faith. the doors on the library still had stains on it since the battle of Adamsin. the steps leading to doors were missing every second step, so I had to lunged myself to the front door. The library last time I visited it was filled with Sin, so that's why I stopped going to it. the library was missing several rows of books,I can't go to the back of the library ever again. I headed to the librarian to ask her if she had any books on the myth," ma'am do you have any literature on the Child!?". after I asked her a question she just pointed towards the direction of a fallen cabinet, I smiled at her. while making my way towards the direction of the cabinet,hearing moans in the background. nothing ever changes here, that's why I stopped coming here. I don't care that people have sex it's human nature, the problem I have is that most of it is nonconsensual. what's even more sicking is that it's probably rape, the last time I broke up a situation like that. it seemed like the person who was getting raped enjoyed it, I thought I was doing a good thing. seeing the look in that childs eyes torn a hole in my heart, seeing the creations of the Creator. enjoy being striped of the purity, picking up books flipping through hundreds of pages. I stood up realizing that this is a dead end. while making a pivot of my left foot, a book slid out from the pile. I was just going to put it back into the pile, heck I didn't read this one as well. the first page was a great sign, "the symptoms of using Dark magic A.K.A. especially the one called Pitch black.this is the same rumored magic that Adamsin had, all the child who had been gifted with it".