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Far away, in a distant land, a war took place. The battle ground had been the valley of death for almost a full twenty four hours now, and every moment another skull would clatter to the ground, inside the rubbery flesh, spilling blood like milk over a table, drenching everything, and bringing despair to yet another family. Two army's clashed, but only one was winning. An army of men fought against the monsters and beasts. The men fought savagely, resorting to their primal instincts, and foolishly forgetting defense, they went all-out on the mystical creatures, in a horrifying offense, they consumed every beast there was. Four-thousand men against forty-nine walking animals. The beasts meant no harm to man, but when they accidently said the wrong thing, it resulted in constant arguments that lead to war. A new one was with the mystical beasts now though. But he was human. An eight-year old boy walked toward the humans, and suddenly, the monsters drew back, and formed an isle, saluting the boy as he went along. The boy did not acknowledge their existence, only kept his focus on the men in front of him. He was cloaked in shadow, his face and body all invisible, except his cool calculating brown eyes. They suddenly changed to a vivid emerald, and an air of intelligence surrounded him. Man met boy as a warrior in red armor greeted the child. Commander against commander. The boy uttered one word, clear and loud, a voice like an ebony river of darkness, the single word he said had more meaning then the speeches of a thousand kings. "Surrender." He said, and his words chilled the bones of every living creature there, along with the souls of the dead. Nonetheless, the commander gave off a haughty laugh, as if the whole thing was a joke. "Hahaha! You should be on our side boy, not the side of monsters!" He exclaimed. The boys eyes softened for a moment, then became as sharp as a diamond sword again. "I didn't want to hurt you. But I don't give second chances." The boy said, and with his hand only, he cut through the mans armor in seconds. He plunged his hand through three lairs of Titanium, and through the porcelain bones, then, he pulled his hand out swiftly, raising his prize into the air for all to see. "How did you…?" The general said, and realizing it was his own heart that was lying in the boys hand, fell down dead. "You're an embarrassment. A creature not worthy of being human, you aren't even worth the luxury of death. Yet out of the kindness, and mercy of my heart, I give it to you. Now…who else would like to add their heart to my collection?" The boy questioned, rhetorically. The army of men paled, but with a shout, leapt forward to duel the youth. The boy simply snorted, and flung his hand out, capturing the heart of every man there, and throwing them into a pile, like clothes that he didn't want to wear. He was merciless, and yet he talked of death as mercy. Who was this child? This boy, with a thirst for blood? Who, or what, could have brought up such a boy? Well, Satan for starters, but he said that the boy was his brother-in-law. But still, when the war was over, the boy turned back to the mystic beasts, who had been joined by others during the battle. They cheered for him, but he paid them no attention, and instead, he walked forward, and even as the crowd parted, he remained silent, waiting. Seven men stepped forward, each one covered in a ebony robe, with golden eyes imprinted on the hoods. Each one carried an oak staff, topped with a large misty sphere. Their features were covered in shadow, each one identical. "You have done well, General." They said in unison. "These tasks are trivial. Why do we fight these small battles? It will only lead to the exhaust of supplies, and the losing of this war." The boy reasoned with them as if he were an adult, not a child. The wizards seemed surprised by this. "Whatever do you mean?" They questioned, again, in unison. "I mean we should attack the castle. The war of the magi has yet to truely begin." The boy replied, seemingly bored with the conversation. The magicians smiled at each other. "Very well then, boy. Your assault will start tomorrow."