Chapter 0: Young Ragamuffin

The world is fansiac; several races, several continents spread throughout the world, and also various types of culture, teachings, and mainly, people who have the powers and knowledge to change the world. Also in this same group of people are people called "adventurers." These people are academic professionals who came directly from the Ancient Academy of Adventurers called Selidia Unova, an academy created by the great Anti-Mage Araul and his Baruls (a title given to those who were followers of Araul). Araul is a great who was known to have defeated a Dramarius, a powerful wizard who abused the powers gained in Selidia Unova itself years later.

However, our story will not begin at that point, Selidia Unova exists, but Araul is not yet that infamous Anti-Mage. In a village far away in a kingdom not far from the Capital of the Kingdom of Selidia, a young man was running in the forest, he was chasing something, a Braquiti, a magical creature with an anatomy very similar to a rabbit, but having a pair of very thin wings. and a thinner anatomy and also with longer legs than normal. The young man we see has short black hair, he is small, around 15 years old, he was wearing light greenish clothes, a tunic more specifically. While he was running after Braquiti, he seemed like a figure wherever he went, he was a very fast young man, but this chase didn't last long, as both Braquiti and the Young man came across an unexpected ravine during their run, where they both fell, but , when they fall into this ravine of approximately 20 meters of steep curved descent, the young man holds Braquiti with his arms.

"???: Got you!" he said, laughing as he rolled down the embankment with Braquiti, but then he regained his balance and jumped, using the embankment, thus landing on the ground below while holding Braquiti.

People around looked a little strange at the situation, but they weren't too surprised as the young man there was well known for being very adventurous and mischievous in the way he was. This bereft boy was Haliu, a young man born in this village called Balisia, a village famous for its harvest-friendly culture and its festivals that call travelers to exchange seeds and food.

Going back to Haliu, he was still carrying Braquiti in his arms; he looked at it, grinned, and then released it. Haliu speaks after Little Braquiti climbs on his shoulder.

"Haliu: Look, today was just 23 minutes of running from the House to the . . ." In an attempt to locate himself, he glanced around and saw that he was outside the settlement, with the Village Church being the nearest building between it and the wheat fields along the dirt road. He laughed and said, "Even the church, wow, that was quite a lot, hahaha." He didn't even notice the mud, leaves, twigs, and earthy dust that covered his clothes.

He had no idea that he was going to get into some minor difficulty as he chuckled. He had promised the priest, his adoptive father, that he would be there before dinner, but he was a little far away, so there would have to be some way to deal with the problem of dirt on clothes. The church bell rang, making its sound echo throughout the village of Balisia. People looked at it, and then, from a distance, it was possible to see people going to the church. So he became a little dejected.

"Oh my god! I forgot when I was supposed to." He murmured, half-screaming as he sprinted quickly in the direction of the chapel, taking.