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Selena's Last Descendant

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Victor - or Vi, was a baby happened to be found by a herb gatherer, in some wooden basket in the middle of nowhere. He ends up in an orphanage - growing well under Mother Anise care with his siblings until he eventually got adopted at 10. 'Dont forget to write to us okay!', Ray, a 10 years old boy who grew up with the other orphans represented the family of current 14 people. Vi entered the carriage of the local lord, Lord Miaster. The lord got intrigued by the violet eyes and white hair - a characteristic of an ancient tribe of 'human', made by Selena the Moon Goddess Herself. He loves ancient history of the Erde - the world they are in. But Lord's family, was eventually executed for 'treason' under a cover of 'accident'. Vi was not informed of the political matters early on, and he too never cared for it. He eventually got displaced into the slums when he was just 12. Thankfully, he had learn basics to magic in those 2 years and manage to get by by himself for awhile doing chores for the adventurer guild. After a month of settling himself, he writes a letter to the orphanage, to tell about things that had happened. Usually mother Anise reply would reach in 2 weeks or so... but he never got a reply. He ride the carriage across 2 towns and reached the place... only to find in horror the building was scorched and in ruin. A large fire engulfed the place a month ago - killing all the residents. It still took years to move on, and it still pains him when he remembers the family he had. But life has to go on. Eventually later on old magician scholar, Magi Timaeus took notice of Vi - and wanted to take him in as a student because of his talent in magic. He can now instant cast simple spells - and modify simple ones to his liking. Magic is more like programming of the world - using Language of the World - called Origin. But one fateful day, in the middle of the night, he was awoken by a huge explosion and a loud ringing in his ears. He stood up in his pajamas, gulping his saliva. He hears more explosions and the walls and the floor shaking and cracks appears on the building. His teacher is dead, an adventure awaits him as he move from town to town to cross the country with Ray - who were close to killing him that night.

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