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Random Story I Guess
Training class had just started, and Sylvester already wanted to go home. He didn't like being taught how to control his magic when he already knew how. It really bothered him, and the fact that his parents knew he could already control his magic, yet still putting him in training just didn't make sense. He wished he could just run away to a new town and start over, to be around people who won't be scared of him. He was an odd creature. A demi-wolf with magic matching, or maybe even stronger than the god, Sen, himself, and was the leader of the most feared clan in his town. The Burdened clan. They never really did anything to be as feared as they are. Maybe it's because their leader has the power of a god, yet not actually being a god himself. Everyone in his town was scared of him for that reason only. Well, everyone except his one friend, Erow mora.
Erow was a shapeshifter. He could look and sound like anyone he wanted when he wanted, with only having looked at the person and heard them speak for a few minutes. He doesn't really use his power for much, other than to mess around with people as a joke, and everyone normally laughs it off and continues on with their day. Other than that, he doesn't really do much. Erow is an odd creature for sure, but an easy one to get along with to say the least. Erow isn't scared of anything either. It's kinda the only reason why Erow is Sylvesters only friend.
Sylvester just wanted to sneak off away from the class, but he couldn't. His teacher or a classmate would somehow find him. Even though the class only lasted for 6 hours a day, he still hated it. If he dropped out of the class, his parents would kick him out of the house. Sylvester hated that too. He could never understand what was going through his parents heads. He didn't understand why they would even result to kicking him out if he dropped out of the class. They knew what he was and what he could do. They knew he could control his magic. They knew that he could surpass even the strongest of the gods. Yet, they still decided to put him in a class for people who can't control their magic, and are weak. Sylvesters parents knew what he was capable of. Yet, they still chose this for him, though not being the best decision that they have made.
Here is what nobody could quite understand though. Sylvesters parents were humans. How could humans make a wolf demi child with powers stronger than the gods? Nobody could really come up with an answer. Nobody could ask the gods themselves, as nobody has seen them in over 300,000 years. Some people believe that they are just hiding, while others believe that they are all just dead. Nobody has an answer for that either. Everyone still wonders that to this day.
After training class ended, Sylvester quickly packed up his things and ran home, glad that it was over for the day. He went inside his house, upstairs to his room, and closed the door behind him as his walked in. He threw his bag to the floor and flopped onto his bed. He heard someone yell his name so he got up and went to the window. It was Erow. "Sylvester! Come down! I have something to show you!" Erow yelled. Sylvester jumped out from the window. "What is it Erow-" Erow grabs Sylvesters arm and drags him along. "You'll see!" he said cheerfully as he dragged his best friend behind him. After a few minutes, they reach some type of portal thing. It seems to be just floating there in the air. Also seems like it only opens one way, like it has a front and back to it. "A portal? Where did this come from?" Sylvester asks. Erow shruggs. "Not sure, but isn't it cool?" Erow says. Sylvester nods in response to the question.
Just then, someone falls through, and the portal closes. "Are you kidding me?! Where the heck did I end up now?!" they say. They seem to be an elf. They have long white hair pulled up into a ponytail, with some thick stray pieces flowing down beside her face. She as a tail, and the end seems to be on fire. A white flame. She seems to be wearing a grey striped shirt, dull leaf green fingerless gloves and boots, and brown ripped jeans. She has blue eyes, and pupils to those of a cat. Her pale skin slightly glows under the bright sun. "Miss? Are you okay?" Erow asks, and offers his hand to help the elf off the ground. She takes his hand and stands up, letting go to dust herself off. "Yes, I'm fine. Do you know where I am?" she asks. "You're in Southeast part of Demna" Sylvester says. "Demna? Oh gosh I'm way off...I was supposed to land in the North part of Fowner" she says. "We could take you there, if you want. I want to get out of this place anyway. I'm Sylvester, and that's Erow, my best friend" Sylvester says. "I'm Kris, and you would really do that for me? Thank you so much" Kris says and smiles. "It's not a problem" Sylvester replies. "Just let us gather some things and then we will be on our way out of here" Erow says. Kris says ok and waits for them.
After getting the things that they need, they head off out of Southeast Demna, and start their journey to North Fowner.