Chapter 8
I am on an island where a battle clearly took place, completely alone and then… black. I woke up surrounded by 12 figures.". They said that they knocked me out because of the battle that took place here and they wanted to be sure I am not another threat. When I asked "battle against who?" they didn't respond. I asked them "Who am I?", they said they didn't know but that their master does. I followed them to a giant tree, and when we asked their master he said - "You are Mastemon, the living form of the digital world balance". Something about it sounded rehearsed but I couldn't tell what or why. "Why?" I asked them. I thought it was a simple question but again - no response. I decided to get as far away as possible from here, I'll need to do it in a subtle way. "What should I do in this world?" I asked. He responded with the answer I didn't expect - "You have no purpose in this world. For now". I left the giant tree immediately after hearing it - how dare he say I had no purpose. I was born in the middle of nowhere, after a battle, it must have some meaning.
Those were my first memories. To this day I don't know what was the battle on that island if there was a battle at all, what I do know is that those 12 figures and their master will later call themselves "The Royal Knights" and "Yggdrasil or King Drasil" and that all of them are liars.
This death gave me a small breach.
But I now know something for sure, whoever I am, I am definitely not Mastemon.
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I woke up
*Authors note:
I hope I ended this chapter with a cliffhanger.
Please tell me what you think in the comments and if you have any suggestions to the story, please I'd like to hear them too