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The Number Five

A tortured child, living with horrors of the past. after the others risked their life to let the main character have one. having a life proves more difficult due to his mind in a constant state of blur. will the main character be able to control the state he is in, or will he be forced down to dirt. A simple task is seen too hard for him in this new world. not understanding how this world works, also dealing with the confusion of his mind. he seems that their sacrifice was in vain. will he ever be able to grasp the surroundings around him?, or will the past experience be too much for him?. that is the daily struggle of Five. He finally somewhat gets an understanding of his new life, his past tells him that he is being hunted down. after finally getting a grasp of his new life he he thrown into another one. this one seems more connected with him, while roaming around in the world. Marcus discovers a road leading a to town this town has too many secrets about it. the biggest one is a Statue of A man Name Adamsin will he ever go back to save the rest of the Numbers?. will his past chose a path for his Future? one thing is for certain his path was never in his control or was it?

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Volume Hundred and Twenty

The screams of the demons filled the emptiness of the woods. The demons were being burned alive, I wanted to help them. Shockingly the adrenaline that's the dwarf had gave me. The effects of it work off rather quickly. Whoever casted that fire speel is a very powerful Mage, the majority of the trees that were in front of us are now burnt to a crisp. The fog was still to thick for me to see anything. I slammed my shield into he ground to hold myself up with it, I grabbed my party with my family to put them behind me. I can at least shield then away from this mage. I can't recall what type of mage this could be?!, could this be a fire Mage. That can't be they stop specialized magic shortly after I've became a Adventurer. This mage is a very select few that remain, he or she probably fought against Adamsin. This is a good thing also a bad thing. If I am right then I'm grateful that he or she saved us, on the other side is that I'm not able to defend us from his or her assault. I have to stand up. The dwarf placed himself before me hold his stance ready for anything, I have to tell me to get out of the way. Running away is the best option right now. " Please run away!. Take my family with you, you can't take this opponent by yourself. I have an idea of what type of mage you are about to face off with, please run away!!!". Nobody listened to me. After all the things I've told them at least they could trust me now. They wouldn't understand what I'm trying to explain to them, I have to try to at least. The fog started to disappear very slowly. I couldn't make out what was making it's way over to us. I started panicking, wondering what I could do to save us from this fate. The figure coming towards us was no taller than my wife. It's just the thought of something or someone being able to cast that high level spell. While panicking to get up, the mage in the party stood alongside the dwarf. The mage started chanting a spell. His voice was very soft but I could make out the words," With each step. That the enemy before be breaks. Imbalance!!!". After shouting imbalance, a purple light shot out of the Mages wond. The purple essence or spell was dodging trees on the path towards the figure heading in our direction. It was amazing to see that happening. The figure Dodge the spell, well at least I thought he did. The spell did nothing to the figure. well it was a good shot at least I give him that, the problem with this though this people have no experience in fighting someone of this caliber. Basically means that stand no chance against this thing. I would say just like the Bolf. The big difference is that the Bolf was doing it mostly for food, all of the people who have Mastered one element. They use that element for their own personal gain. I can't really say I blame them, I was told to avoid those people when I was younger. By the man who created them to act like this. Adamsin made an horrible impression on the world on his final days. He did make the world stronger due to his rage, the issue is that he created monsters. Even without him even knowing after almost twenty years after his death. He still is causing issues on the world. The figure came into the line of sight for me for that split second, a smile came across my face. Cause I saw something shining off the figure body. That something only one man I know has, how did he come back already?. Also why is he here he should be with Marcus and Autumn?!, of course the size of that spell makes sense. How could he haven know that where we were located at?. I wanted him to stay with Marcus to keep him safe until I got back, clearly he didn't understand the assignment. That's good though he would have left around the same time as we did. Cause if he didn't then how would he be able to make this far?!, I bet you that these people don't know him. Which I can't say I truly know the guy myself. I saw a glimpse of his training which was on the same scale of difficulty as Adamsin. My wife's voice ringed through my ear. " It's going to be a okay. We have each other, I have full faith in my husband.". My daughter was hugging Eten leg to give her some support during her time of pain. Man I'm not ready for that time, when my daughter has her first period. To be honest when my wife has hers she was not in the best of moods. What made it worse was she was very horny all the time, which I don't know how my daughter would react to it. The screams continued while the Prodigal continued walking towards us. The sound of knees clicking together out of fear of him, I'm surprise that they are standing their ground against him. The last person I've seen that was Adamsin. Well too be fair I think it was the opposite that time, Adamsin had no fear. It didn't matter what happened to him during any type of battle, he never showed fear. The prodigal cane closer to us while walking over the bodies of the demons he has just burned. With each step you can hear the bones crunching under his feet, the smell of blood mixed with urine. With all of his accomplishments shining. Blinding us int he process, the ones who are protecting us are now shaking. I spoke his name which I know him by." Prodigal!".