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Pathless Origins: Bane of the Gods

Chapter 1 Life is a choice, death is a decision.

Word Count: 2006    |    Released on: 19/03/2018

rn clothes, his face, normally handsome, was strained with fatigue, his eyes were r

appeared determined, as though he had made a decision. His bare feet

gret filling his heart, never in his entire life, had he felt such misery. Never h

would follow him. The boy looked up, toward the horizon, one last time, so he could see the sun

m had been something he was used to, he had seen thousands of horizons. Yet none

't know the value of somet

yes, spread his hands wide and smiled. The most serene moment in his life,

ast I can decide when

ging straight into the unknown, ne

.

he boy's decision. She felt truly sorry for him; her heart ached, as if she was the one who had suffer

e essence would only allow her to live on for a few ce

hat she was practically doomed, she w

es if she could not help those she came across. She would rather use up her remaining years to help the b

to see her, let alone help her. She had been sea

se some magic, to seal some of his memories. That was the least she could do

his fall, but there was a problem. The boy's body kept sucking divine essence ou

s? How is th

hould have only taken a second to seal the boy's memories and stop his descent! Yet at this rate the boy was

n her all into saving this boy. Although she didn't know why he was devouring her essence so much, she didn't

l is devouring my divine essence. Well at least

r divine essence. She didn't know if she was going too far or if it wasn

.

orned with armor matching their ranks. Those of higher ranks were wearing sh

gah. The two countries had been at war for the past 10 years or so. They engaged in all types of battle against each other, from tiny

ad tales about the glory of the battlefield. About how one can obtain anything there, from money, to fame, land

recruitment offices hoping to join the fray. Once a man or woman be

he two countries. After becoming 16 the orphanage kicked him out. He

served to show his vigorous vitality. He was neither tall nor shor

e result of him fighting, but the result of him running. Artillian was a coward by nature. He always avoided fighting if he could.

ften bullied and teased because of his cowardly nature. Even though he was quite handsome, the girls in the

n his village that he was actually the bravest in his generation. He walked up to the prettiest girl in h

he would definitely marry him. As soon as the other villagers heard this they laughed at him. Artillian was determined to prove them wrong and get t

hs after his departure. Currently it had been 6 months since he had left his vi

that he could gain glory on the battlefield. Perhaps even slay enemy officer

rmations. With a spear and a shield in han

re raised all around. Soldiers surrounded hundreds of fires, having per

lk much. He wasn't good at talking to strangers, so he was mostly ignored. He just sa

if any young soldiers show potential in this battl

battle academy', he stopped what he was doing a

l one has to do is slay one of the enemy g

re you s

e are however other c

ey were afraid that these conditions would o

s?" asked one o

ou must kill at least a hundred men. Lastly you must

couldn't help but smack their lips in jealousy; aft

u were a graduate from these academies, you would automatically become a noble. Not onl

mber of a special army however, like the royal guard, you must have at least spent one year at an academy. It m

s like magic to battle. Anyone who could

was no fool. He knew that there was no way for a novice like him to kill a hundred

t of knowledge he had related to magic was tiny.

g as he could survive he would be happy. He stopped listening to their conversation and decid

.

ght, Artillian was woke

y att

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