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Kim Namjoon was the last. The last to be adopted. The last of his kind. The last to eat. The last to present his power. The last to get his own room. The last in everything.
The last out the door.
“Namjoon! Hurry up!” Mrs. Kim - no relation - waved to him from the rear of the car, impatient for his luggage to be put away so they could get on their way. ‘They’ were Mrs. Kim and her legal-but-platonic spouse Mr. Hyun, and their two teenaged wards, Manseok and Hoseok, definitely not twins, though they were the same age and height, but vastly different dispositions.
Namjoon only had one small suitcase, filled only with his two changes of clothes and a few books. These were his only belongings, but he didn’t mind, nor complain. Kim Namjoon was last to ask for anything, and last to receive it anyway. Causation or correlation, who knew. It didn’t matter. He would be sleeping in a new home tonight. Last to finally close his eyes, last to acclimate to the new sounds of his new house in his new neighborhood.
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The Oghma Infinitum was the last book on her list. If she couldn’t find her answers there, she was out of resources. There were no other books left - that she knew of - that could tell her about mythical creatures. Unfortunately, the Oghma Infinitum was incredibly rare; only a dozen known copies existed throughout the world, four of them in Asia, and six scattered around Europe. That left her with two between the Americas, but no one knew which America nor which country in which America. Collectors were tight-lipped due to theft. The Oghma Infinitum was said to possess boundless knowledge, yielding unfathomable power. She wasn’t interested in power, not really, except that knowledge was power. But the knowledge she sought was not to bring her power, it was just to bring her answers.
Why was she like this?