Welcome back peoples. This chapter is the one where Kevin actually does something. That said, lets get on with the story.

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"Ugghh. Wwhaass gooin onnnn."

I was in some sort of fluid, so when I said this it came out more like "blub blub blub blub blub blub." It was pitch black, so I couldn't see anything. When I tried to move I just made the liquid rush around faster. Everything I tried was fruitless, and I felt like my head was being pounded flat the whole time.

Then, either because of my actions or some outside cause, my container just blew up.

Not blew up as in bomb, I mean blew up as in, well, an organic bomb. I was sent flying into a tree, where I lost my breath.

When I had recovered enough to see, I looked around. The first thing I see is a ball with a gaping hole in it. There was a purple carpet on the ground that was fading fast, pulling in to the ball. I was covered in blood, as was most of the otherwise peaceful surroundings.

I walked up to my container, wondering how the heck I had gotten into that thing. When I tried to remember, all that happened was that my headache hurt more. I did remember two things. One was that my name was Kevin, and the other was that I was 14. Must be amnesia.

Hold on a second, if I know what amnesia is, why don't I have any actual memories? Oh well, better get used to it, as thinking about my past just hurt my head.

As I walked up to the ball, I noticed a leather sack on the ground. It was coated in blood, probably from the ball. I picked it up and looked inside. It was full to the brim with some sort of gold crystal. I also noticed a lone blue crystal. Judging from the weight and size of the shards, I guessed there was a hundred gold crystal shards.

Hearing a growl behind me, I spin around. Standing just at the edge of the clearing was a wolf like creature. It stood on four legs, had shaggy black hair, and spines running all over it.

"Just my luck." I complain.

At the sound of my voice, the beast jumps. Using some kind of innate skill I didn't know I had, and probably wouldn't know even if I did, I rolled out of the way. The creature soared over me, landing on the container. It spun around and slowly stalked forward.

Knowing I would have to attack to get rid of it, I glanced around, looking for a weapon. Finding a hefty stick, I picked it up and was just about to swing when I heard a voice.

"Stop Bahavoril. Don't attack."

I froze. The voice was coming from behind me. Thankfully, the beast relaxed and sauntered past me at the words. As it passed I turned as well, not putting my weapon down.

"Cautious I see. Well, makes sense. My name is Oran. What's yours."

The speaker was a middle aged man with black hair and a huge beard. Behavaril had laid down next to him, and the man had his hand on it's head.

I responded to his question with "My name is Kevin. Where the heck am I?"

Oran seemed surprised with my question. "You are in the forest behind Ihrit. How do you not know this?"

I was saved from responding by another voice behind Oran. This one had a feminine tone to it. "Father, what's going on?"

The figure that walked out from behind Oran was well shaped with a thankfully loose shirt and a long skirt. There were slits up the side to help with running. She had dirty blond curly hair that framed her head. Her eyes were brown and her lips were full. The sight would have made most men's jaws drop. I didn't react though, because to me she was just another possible enemy.

"Shoot, Samantha, I told you to stay home with Neville." was Oran's angry reply.

"Come on, I can hunt. I'm going to have to." snapped Samantha.

I started to edge away soon after this started. I was at the edge of the clearing when they remembered me.

"Father, who is that." Samantha asked Oran.

"I don't know." Oran replied. "Boy, who are you?"

"My name is Kevin." I said.

"What are you doing out here?"

"I don't know. I lost my memory. The first thing I remember was coming out of that thing." I pointed at the container.

"You came out of that?" Samantha practically yelled.

"I think so."

"Well Kevin, if you truly don't remember anything, then come with us. We'll help you." Oran offered.

"Thank you sir." I said, relaxing my stance.

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Oran's home was in the forest, but from what he said, it was only an hour away from the city. From the outside it had the look of a log cabin. There was a stable that was bigger than the house right next to it. There was growling coming from the stable.

"That's where I keep the monsters, like Behavaril, I train. It's their feeding time, which is why they are growling. Tomorrow I'm going to town to sell them. You can come with me and see if you recognize anyone." Oran told me.

I was grateful for Oran's offer, but something told me I wouldn't see anyone. I don't know if it was just because I couldn't remember, or if it was for some other reason.

"Father!"

A little boy was running out of the cabin. He was about half my size, with brown hair and green eyes. He was surprisingly fast, and was hugging Oran before I could blink. After a little bit, the boy noticed me.

"Father, who is that?" the boy asked.

"You could ask him yourself Neville." Oran told him.

"Who are you?" Neville asked me.

"My name is Kevin." I said.

"Hello Kevin. My name is Neville. Why are you bloody?" the kid replied.

"Err." I stammered.

"Neville, that's not a very polite thing to ask." Scolded Samantha.

"Oh. Sorry."

"It's okay. To answer your question, I don't really know. I think I have amnesia. If I may ask a question, what is the stable for?" I asked.

"I train monsters like Bahavoril here. Only a few have the talent to train them, and we have to live in the wild in case the untrained ones get free." Oran answered for Neville.

"Oh. Are all monsters like Behavior." I queried.

"Must have really taken a hit to the head." muttered Oran under his breath. "The name's Bahavoril, and no, they are not all like her. I'll tell you at dinner. Now get inside and take a bath while me and Samantha get it started."

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Inside Oran's home was far different than the outside. There were lots of oil paintings, couches, and an extravagant fireplace. Yet, something seemed wrong. I just didn't know what.

I went straight to the pond in the back. Thankfully, it was in a building, though it was still cold. Soon as I was clean, I toweled off, got dressed, and went inside. I laid down on one of the fancy couches and, even though I had only been awake for about an hour, quickly fell asleep. When they shook me to wake me up, I jumped up off of the bed and crouched, ready to defend myself.

Of course, I didn't need to. Samantha was the one that woke me up, and told me "Supper is ready."

Supper? I think that was the same as dinner. Who used the word supper anymore? Oh well, might as well go eat.

When I entered the kitchen, the first thing I noticed was the food. There were piles of it on the table. And it was all good quality.

" Go ahead, dig in." Oran chuckled when he saw my mouth open.

I immediately grabbed a plate and put on as much food as it could hold. As I was eating everyone else grabbed a plate and sat down. "You look like you haven't eaten in a million years!" Neville exclaimed.

"I feel like it too." I told him.

We ate in silence for awhile, and when I had seconds Oran cleared his throat. "So, how much do you remember about our world?" he asked me.

"Nothing. The only thing I can remember is my name and my age, which is fourteen." I answered.

"Okay. Well, in that case, I'll just tell you an overview. This planet is called Fahraville. Us humans are separated. We can either live in the wild or, if we have one of two abilities, a town or city. Humans have four classes we can be born in to. There are normal people, which are the majority of us. There are Psionics, which are 2/10th of us. They control matter with their minds. There are the Magi, which are 1/20th of us. They control the elements. Then there are Trainers, like me, who make up 1/1000 of us. We can tame the beasts around us." Oran explained.

"The monsters range widely. They can range from giant bee's to beasts never seen before. They are the reason humans are so spread around. They are attracted to large numbers, and will surge in even bigger numbers. We class monsters with levels. 1 is the lowest, and 20 is the highest. We classify Psionics and Magi the same way. A class 1 monster is more powerful than a class 2 Psionic. Magi that are level 1 are the same strength as a monster level 1."

"Trainers actually prefer not to fight monsters, but to be with them. As such, we are usually cast out as heretics to the way of life. In order to get into a town, you must be a level 3 Psionic or a Magi of any level. To get into a city, like Ihrit, you must be a level 7 Psionic or a level 5 Magi."

"That's about it." concluded Oran.

I had stopped eating at the part about monsters, due to being full, and now just felt like sleeping. I excused myself, went to the couch, and fell asleep.

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