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Our story begins in a small town that you probably have never heard of. The town was in an obscure corner along the border of a rather large country. The winters there were bitterly cold, and the summers scorching hot. Currently, it was a pleasant day in the end of spring. The birds were chirping, and a gentle breeze blew across a young man's face. In his mouth was a long piece of grass, that he was lazily chewing on.

The young man was laying on a wooden picnic table, staring up at the scattered clouds in the sky. His moment of peace was soon interrupted by an enchanting female's voice.

"None of this is real you know."

The young man sighed, as he sat up to look at the owner of the voice. Before him was a small glowing orb. He knew that if he looked closely inside the orb would be a fairy like creature. He had spent countless hours looking at her before, so much so that the novelty of it had worn off.

His name was Gregory Swanson, and up until yesterday he had been a regular guy, living in a small town. This place as the fairy had explained was not real. It was all simply to help him adjust. He had died. He had died before his life could even truly begin. He was 15, a regular high school student, and yet that was all over. That young man was me.

It had all started when the local delinquents had begun to pick on his younger sister. Now, when I say delinquents you probably get the image of people in black, with mohawks, or some other obscene image in your head. But I want you to stop and really think. Is it really those outcasts that cause the problems in your school? No, in this story the real troublemakers wore a much more normal appearance. They wore what could be considered by some a gang uniform, one that truly caused terror through the entire school. The villains of this tale wore letterman jackets, they were none other than the football team that the adults were so proud of.

The minor glory that they brought to the town was enough in those brainless fools' eyes to let the "minor transgressions" these heathens had done fly under the radar. No crime was too small to be covered up, only to be whispered quietly behind closed doors. Yes, in this town the boogie man was real, but he went by a different name. Darius Kilmore, he ruled the school, all under the pretense of being the star quarterback.

Rage began to fill me as I remembered that night. Darius was having a party, and my sister, the young socialite that she is, just needed to go. My parents would not let their daughter go by herself, and for this event I was volunteered to escort her. This was nothing new to either my sister or myself, and we even had a system down. I would take her there, hang out for a few until she found her friends, and then ditch out to do whatever it is I wanted to do that night.

This particular night I had no plans, most of my crew was out of town for a concert. Normally I would have joined them, but as my parents were out of town, the task of taking care of my sister naturally fell on me. I did not mind, while my sister and I had vastly different personalities, we were still relatively close.

I cannot help but wonder how things would have turned out had I decided to go with them that night, there is no doubt that I would still be alive. However, even if I could go back I would not, my life for my sisters is a trade that is worth it.

I digress. The night began normally. We had approached the lair of the beast, a rather large house that was several miles outside of town. The house was a regular place for parties, as the hosts parents were often out of town for work. The house was large, and even had a swimming pool in the back. The pool was not currently in use, as it was spring, but it was still a symbol of status in this dusty town that only had a poorly maintained pond for the residents to swim in.

There were several dozen cars already there, with more than one car behind me, searching for somewhere to park. The night was just starting, and the weather was getting colder. However, this did not stop the local girls from dressing as scantly as possible. I sighed as I took in the sight. While I was not the target of their dressing behaviors, I was certainly getting a little benefit out of it. The object of these girl's provocative dressing was obviously the host of the party, the notorious Darius Kilmore.

Inside the rather spacious house, the smell of cigarette smoke could clearly be smelt, along with the pungent odor that resembled skunk. 3 large kegs stood proudly in the center of the room, while all the furniture had been pushed to the edges of the house. Teenagers could be seen standing in groups, most of them partaking the in the provided cheap beer.

My sister's friends soon found her "Jenny over here!" a bright smile crossed her face as she turned to the sound of the voice. Three young girls stood in a group, I easily recognized them as her friends. However, the girls were not alone. Amongst them stood the host of the party, and our villain, Mr. Darius Kilmore himself.

An audible sigh escaped from me despite trying to hold it back. Darius had long since bullied my friends, and only my standing up for them had stopped anything serious from happening. Unfortunately, I was here by myself, and Darius's eyes shined like a predator who had finally gotten the scent of their prey. A smile that did not reach his eyes spread across Darius's face as he looked in my direction.

"Jenny, Gregory you made it. I thought for sure you would have gone to that rock concert with the rest of the trash."

The girls around him giggled at his words, but a frown spread across Jenny's face. "I've told you before Darius, don't insult my brother's friends."

Darius seemed almost appalled at the response. "Babe, its not an insult if its true. Everyone knows that group will never amount to anything. Just ask any of the teachers."

I looked Darius in the eyes, his fake smile growing even wider after he spoke. "You're absolutely right Darius, not all of us can be the quarter back after all..."

The memory directly shattered in my mind at that point. No matter how hard I tried I could not remember what happened after. Sighing, I looked up at the fairy before me.

"So what's next miss fairy?"

The glowing ball of light danced around angrily at my words. Her voice seemed to be pouting when it entered my ears.

"I have told you to call me by my name, which I know you know, because I have told you a total of 13 times already."

"Right, what was it again? Hilda the Hideous right?"

The fairy's voice grew cold at my words.

"My name is Juliet Hilda Alexandra Write the third. As you well know."

"Isn't that what I said?"

Juliet sighed, her glowing body floating over until she rested on my right shoulder.

"It is time for you to move on. The past is the past. By dying before your time you have earned the right to be reincarnated into a different world. In this new world magic exists, but so do monsters. Every person is born with a talent, and at the age of fifteen the talent awakens. You will be sent to this world, and I will act as a cheat of sorts for you. What exactly I can do, you will have to find out for yourself when we get to the other world. But for now, simply say status, and it will pull up your talent and starting ability in this new world."

I nodded as I listened to her words. "Status"

Name: Gregory Swanson

Age: 15

Talent: Massacre-Mana regen

Skills: Mana blade lvl 1

Hp: 10 Mp: 10

Strength: 1

Dex: 1

Con: 1

Magic: 1

Massacre-mana regen: Permanently increases mana regen speed by .1/second for each creature killed.

Mana Blade: summons a sword made of mana. Deals damage equal to magic power, costs mana equal to magic power per second to maintain.