“Once upon a time, there was a man named Ramiel. He was born to a village buried deep within an extensive wasteland. Ramiel sought a better future for his people, and thus pledged to leave the safety of his home to find anything for them, water, food, or other people.

  He travelled alone, searching for years. He just barely made it by with what little food he could find for himself.

  One day, he stumbled upon a small lake. Within this bond was a small lush island. He swam over extatically, excited for the news he could bring home. When he reached the island he was surprised to not see anything of use. Instead what he found was a small black vase. He picked it up and heard a rattling from within.

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  Inside the vase he found a lone glowing seed. In desperation for his circumstances, he planted it. Quickly, a tree sprouted. As the tree grew a new world formed around it and its power. This tree was dubbed the Yggdrasil, and Ramiel became the first king of the Origin.”

  A knock sounded from the door, my mom set the book down with the pages still open. “Just a moment, I’ll check the door and be right back,” she said with a smile.

  She got up and walked over to the front door, which I could see from my bedroom door. Suddenly, I heard a loud bang, and saw my mother collapse to the floor. The man crept toward my door and grinned at me, his grin grew as his bright blue eyes pierced me soul. This man was full of malice.