There is only me, never we

The world of Psrintine is a world of War and chaos, you cannot survive alone in such world. Neither can you guarantee a luxurious life for yourself.

If the biting cold or the empty stomach doesn't kill you, then the war will. If you do survive that, well that's just extending your time of death.

Of course, people are not so dumb as to only have war. They are usually times of peace and prosperity at least that was how it was meant to be.

Until the 5 centuries of war completely took us by suprise, the old ways burned. Generations lost, harvested before they had the time to bloom.

For those that managed to, they still died. The concept of human was challenged during those years, well it always was with the emergence of new races.

However this time, people took it serious.....maybe a bit too serious. Humans who couldn't control their lust for several things, decided to procreate with things other than Humans.

This wasn't new however as even nobles did it to their 'slaves'. Most species could bear the child of humans, at least until a mad woman thought.

Hey, how about you bear some consequences for your actions and destroyed the order of the world. Not really an order of much but word was abominations began appearing.

One of half human and half something else.....at times dragons, at times snake and even at times cows. It was the one time humanity had united.

Of course there were some humans that said we should take responsibility for the new races we had birthed....and the other sort of human were quite okay with that.

Except it wasn't how they imagines it, we purged them en mass. Pure chaos and Genocide, hundreds of swords and blades met the flesh of these things.

We took responsibility of them and killed them off, but the other existing races did not take too kindly to this. Believing the humans to be despicable and utterly barbaric for killing races which they bore.

Whom also took the resemblance of other creatures, so they helped them....the abominations that is. The abhumans, they caused the great 500 year war.

We weren't ready to give up, we had always found a way too but not this time. Our losses piled up but we kept the war going.

Humans fought for the abhumans too, most considered them traitors.....I consider them fools. In our quest to match the lifelines of these other races due to our most experienced dying out in a little over 100 or even less years.

We experimented on ourselves, we created even more abominations and things one could have never imagined. But we were humans, we were free....we just hadn't shown our true colors before.

We succeeded, the human lifespan tripled. But the war had to come to an end sooner or later....the other races could keep up the war with us as the destruction could remain permanent.

Of course, ending the war was a bit of an insult to the humans as we never wanted to go to war with them, we just wanted to clean some trash.....so we ignored them for some decades.

Until Bryan Peacelord saw the effects it was having on the humans, at this rate we would never be able to properly recover and so ended the war.

Some resisted and still fought on, my family was one of the many destroyed and broken by the war. Whether they were still alive was unknown to me nor did I even want to know.

I was 10 years of age when that happened, quite a smart kid . I dare say so of myself, but I wasn't much of a leader nor a family person.

Oh, don't get me wrong. I wasn't cold or emotionless or even someone who held grudges....no. I was kind but odd....very odd.

Anyways, if my memories serves me right then I should be able to summarize the events that leads up to where and who I am currently.

First of all, introductions. I am Larnry something....can't remember my last name but I am however what I presume to be the last of my bloodline and I am fully intent on keeping it that way.

I was one of the many dozens of kids birthed by my family, at a young age I achieve what many called the Awakening.

No, not powers of anything. Simply a phenomenon where someone acts out of place for reason, like a child of 3 acting like some 20 or even 15 years old.

Their eyes usually changed at such events and was impossible to hide, it did however only last for some few minutes or weeks. At times once in your lifetime or several times.

This was where my oddness began, I considered my family strangers on a personal level. But my Awakening never left, it merged with me forming some kind of mature person in a child's body.

Who at times reverted back suddenly to a child's mindset and acted like one though most times I realized it and quickly got myself together.

This made my family expect a 'little' more than you would expect from a child and when I mean a little....I mean a lot.

They made me learn from my mistakes, mistakes mind you that I was never even aware of. Like cooking, imagine telling a child whom had never even known how they or even how his food appeared to suddenly go cook.

Of course the child will be confused and attempt what he believes you meant....except it wasn't which leads to the child completely doing rubbish.

That was the sort of situation I faced weekly in my life and even worse I dare say. It made my an odd person truly.

Anyways back to the topic, something happened and my family got attacked.....killed and wiped out...not sure about the last part but I searched for any living person.

Didn't find any, now I should have died there.....but I didn't. I had a weak body, I mean I was just 10 years old.

So I carried a book, pen and what ever long term meal I could find and began searching through the whole castle for anyone.

Then I wandered somewhere, honestly can't remember but I met someone...can't remember their face either.

I believe I was taken in by that person for some months but things happened and he dropped me in the weapon forging academy.

During the war, several orders and combat styles were created and used. Like Ninjas which had it's own branches, Assasins, Alchemists, Race hunters, sword preachers, knights, wandering pilgrims were the most common.

Since pilgrims had no single purpose, there were diversified...think I got that right. Anyways, I was in such an order. Specifically one that was a mixture of Assasins, Ninjas and knight's.

We were trained hard and properly, having a hidden blade like that of an Assasin in our wrist except it was on the other side of our palm instead of being on the side of our palm.

We had a Longsword and a default stance of a knight, but we could run and kill like Ninjas which made us extremely flexible and dangerous.

We weren't experts, but we had enough training to do our jobs. Currently I was having my last fight and battle against another trainee.

A fight to the death, my instructors said....wasn't really a suprise but hey...orders were orders. I do my part.

[]There is only me, never we[]

I took a huge swing with my sword, vertically and powerful. Just above my shoulder levels. He blocked by changing his stance to defensive and lining his own sword horizontally.

As our words met, a loud sound of clanging echoed. Quickly I applied more force into my weapon which forced him down a bit.

He in turn tilted his blade slightly, causing the force I applied to work against me as I slid down his weapon causing me to lose my balance a little though I quickly regained it.

I leaned forward even more and shoulder pushed my away to give distance between us. 3 seconds....that was how long that was.....a bit slower than normal.

Larny stopped and dropped his sword down. Turning his head slightly as he relaxed his shoulders. The sandy arena was a place that produced lots of dust with even the most minimal of movements.

However Larny's sword had produced none of that when touching the floor. His control over his weapon was a testament to his training as a ninja.

This was the results of the academy, his helmet hide all his facial expressions as he was clad in light armour made of Iron. Steel was not permitted in here.

His opponent was still on a guarded stance as his eyes was glued on Larnry.

" Come "

His opponent spoke out, his young deep voice resounded through the arena. He gripped his weapon tightly and prepared for the inevitable confrontation with Larnry.

He didn't lack skill but the long sword wasn't his best choice then again he was required to learn it for his mission. He now regretted lacking in his training times.

Perhaps if he had tried more, practice a bit more....his opponent would have taken him a bit more seriously.

Larnry in turn was feeling bored and tired of this fight, he knew he could end it quickly but he also knew not to rush. Which was something he lacked, patience was like his enemy.

He shouldn't waste stamina trying to finish the fight quickly as his opponent seemed adamant on playing defensive, he disliked those time of enemies.