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She put some food on his plate and handed him a fork. "Just something I whipped up quickly. Eat up," she said and went to her computer. She typed in the words she had read on the plaque and only a few links came up. Clicking on them, she began to read the supposed myth of the battle he had talked about.
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Looking at the food, he sniffed it again. It did not look like anything he was accustomed to, but it smelled too good to resist. After a few bites he was hooked on it. Going over to where she was, he looked at the screen which had several pictures from ancient images. He smirked as he pointed to one showing the helm of Hades which was suppose to grant invisibility. "Those were good times. A lot less confusing than this new world."
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So she found the right site. Mostly it talked about how each fighter would battle until there was only one left, gaining that fighter it's freedom. The person that wakes the fighter is granted immortality as long as their fighter is alive. Glancing at him, she searched for a picture of him, but of course...there was nothing. Closing the site she turned to him. "What's your name? How old are you? Where are you from?"
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His name? "My name is whatever you desire. I have no identity other than that of what you bestow upon me." He tried to think of the answers to her other questions, but he couldn't even begin to answer. "My...memory is somewhat vague about my past. The last time I remember being freed, Tutankhamen was the pharaoh. Who is the current pharaoh?"
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Mia glared at him. Great....she was stuck with a clueless one. Joy. Standing she walked over the calender and showed him the date. "There is no king, no pharaoh, just a president. You are in the United States and you have a lot of catching up to do." Sighing she set the calendar down and sat on her bed. "And I don't have the patience for it."
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"I am sorry if I upset you," he told her, though it didn't seem as if he was truly all that worried with it. "It does not really matter what this world has to offer. My only purpose is to fight until I have either won or lost." Only if he was the last person left did this world matter, because then he would be freed from this cycle of violence.
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Mia laid back on her bed. "You will be like a child to take care of. I'll have to explain everything to you." She groaned. "I already went through that phase with my brother." Sitting up, she looked at him. There was that pull again. Every time she looked at him, she felt like she belonged with him. Looking at her hand, she ran her fingers over the design. "So this fighting...people actually die?"
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He did not like being compared to a child, but there were more important issues to worry about now. "Yes and no," he told her. "When we fight, there are casualties. We die when we are defeated, but we cannot die so we are simply reborn until the time is needed for us to fight again. However, our masters may perish and since our lives our linked to our masters if you perish so will I. Hence the reason why I must protect you. The easiest way to destroy me would be through you."
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Her breath was caught. "So people might actually try to kill me? Over what? Some silly game?"
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He smirked. "You understand nothing," he told her. "This 'game' as you put it, determines which god can rule over the earth. All these...creatures that you posses like the cars.... They are only possible because Neveria is shaping the earth. She values knowledge above all else. Depending on who wins, depends on the fate of your world."
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Her eyes hardened. "And what do you want to do with this world if you win?"
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"It does not matter what I wish. I have no say in what my god does. He will influence the world according to his will. All I will get out of this is my freedom."
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"Well...what is your God like?" she said bluntly. "I'm not going to help someone who's God wants the world destroyed."
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He shrugged. "It's not as if I have ever met him," he told her. He showed her his half of the mark. "I just know that I carry his mark. From what I have heard he is a god of justice. He weighs the sins of the world against its achievements and judges it accordingly."
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Some people play tennis, I erode the human soul.
Fobby!! ^_^
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He weighs good and bad and chooses? How...logical and...wrong. She just nodded at him. "I'm Mia," she said touching her chest. "You call me Mia, ok? And whatever name you want, you can have."
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