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A rip and space in time, a couple trolls terrorizing unsuspecting mortals. A typical Monday afternoon. Well, at least for me. I’m what they call a monster hunter, but my official title is a Junior Knight of the Holy Grail. Jack Vermillion is my name, and death defying missions are my game. In the wonderful magical world of Earth, or what the mortals call it, magic really does exist. Mortals don’t really know it either, which makes this perfect for the worst of the worst! They can reveal themselves to the major populous of the world, while we have to hide in the shadows. Backwards much? Look at it this way, the darkness seeps into the light, while light attacks from the shadows.

And this is where I come along. In this vast 30,754 year war, I simply train to become another casualty. Sounds fun right? Sure it does. Now, what exactly sets us Kuriato’s from the humans? The blood flowing through our veins. Humans have red, and Kuriato’s have green blood. The blood runs deeper though. It provide us with supernatural powers, unknown to man. We are more agile, we can channel magic easier. And we heal faster. The Elder’s tell us we were always like this, and we will always be, but I don’t quite believe him. I think that we were once like the humans, and I was right. We are Witch born.

Some time ago, before this war started, a witch by the name of Lou Cadoree, was a white witch. She was a well renowned witch, able to heal all and even do impressive transformations. With a couple willing guinea pigs, she made the Kuriato race. Our green blood was infused with the magical properties, and this is where the story took a dark turn. One day, she made a race that could travel in between dimensions. This race used it to much, and the fabric of the dimensions weakened. Then a rip was opened. Monsters of darkness leaked through, and we were forced to take up arms against this.

And the rest is lost in history. Our Elder’s may have told a small lie, but it was lie nonetheless. There were too many holes in their story, and I wanted them to be closed.

We had a queen once. She was suddenly taken into the night by the goblin race. We can’t forgive them. There is something that bothers about the story. She retired to the chamber room, and not even a scream was elicited. How was she captured by the smallest and most cumbersome race? It wouldn’t make any sense to me. So I had to dig.

So enough about ancient history.

There are four types of magic we are born with. The See’ers, or the divination magic. Aggressors, the ability to manipulate another person’s anger. Levithorithans, the ability to float a few feet above the ground. The final one is Darkmassige, the darkest ability, and the ability to control shadows. There are some who are born with more than one. I was born as a See’er and a Darkmassige. It wasn’t quite a good combination either.

Enough about my race now. Time to come down into my mess of my life.

I was sixteen, and fairly tall. Exactly six feet tall, with blonde wavy hair, and deep green eyes. I have no problems with my body. I had washboard abs, an acne free face complete with angular features. A great tan all over and a blinding smile that should come with its own warning. So needless to say I was an impressive sight to behold.

I woke up one day feeling quite refreshed from a night of sleeplessness and nightmares from my previous mission. Although it was exactly three months ago. I nearly died four times, and it got a bit better. Even though I couldn’t handle the loss of everything, and I couldn’t foresee it. I was born as a See’er and a Darkmassige. My visions were always clouded in a dark aura that could distort the truth. Sometimes I won’t have any visions because the dark magic coursing through my veins.

It was a Monday morning at five o'clock, my normal time to train. I groggily sat up as the silken sheets fell to the side of my bed. It was drizzling outside, but no surprises there. I lived in Portland, Oregon after all, so sunshine was a luxurious fairy tale sometimes. I swung my feet off of my bed and stood up. I swayed, becoming slightly dizzy for a minute. I regained my balance swiftly and rubbed my eyes. I stretched my arms then bent over, touching my palms to the shag carpet. I was doing my morning stretches to get me prepped for today. It was going to be a long one so I might as well do a little extra.

I continued my stretches and by the time I was done, I was covered in a top coat of sweat. I decided it was high time for a shower. I grabbed a pair of cotton clothing and my leather training armor. Hopping into the shower, and then hopping out after twenty minutes. I put on my rather bland, white t-shirt and practically sweats. I jumped into my ultra-light leather armor. I walked into my sparse living room, sighing at how ornately everything was. My family was rich from all of the missions they’ve all done. I came from a highly powerful line of mages, and that responsibility was hanging over my head.

I was sick of it, and it was apparent in my training. I was sluggish somedays, and unfocused on others. I sighed and looked into my mahogany weapons cabinet. I opened it up, and a multitude of swords, ranging from rapiers to broadswords. I grabbed my two favorite swords, scimitars about two feet long and with an emerald stripe down the middle. I smiled and twirled in between my fingers for a moment. It was my most precious belonging, and I was proud of all of the fights we had shared.

I turned towards the front door and took in a deep breath. It was obvious that I didn’t want to train, but my legs moved as if they weren’t my own. As if I were a robot, I clutched the handle to my front door and turned the knob. I was greeted by the dark cloudy skies of Portland, and my vibrant green lawn. It was a spacious lawn, perfect for my mansion to. There were brick walls ten feet tall, perfect so no one could see me train, and a disaster it could turn out to be. I tended to lose control and make a mess. So I had to clean things up.

I sighed and looked at my instructor who was waiting impatiently. He was a tad bit shorter, about five feet nine inches. He looked about thirty five, but I couldn’t tell He had the regular brown hair, and an unoriginal face. Although his eyes were bright orange, and cat like pupils. He tapped his foot against the ground.

“Jack, would you hurry up? I have important news for you.” His husky voice called to me. I rolled my eyes and walked to him.

“”Yes?” I asked back, my voice sounding timid compared to his. I reached him, and he put a hand on my shoulder.

“It’s about your parents. There was some bad news.” His eyes started to water.

I nodded. “What kind of trouble? Are they captured?” I asked.

He shook his head. “No, even worse.” He took in a deep shaky breath. “They died. Dark magic was laced in their veins. Poison only know to the race of the goblins. They were murdered.”