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So much happened on that day that I traveled to Koralifel. It hadn't even started out as a journal to the famed lake. I was hunting a dragon and got....lost. I seem to do that a lot when traveling through the forest.

In my journeys that day I met a few interesting characters. A fellow Oblivionite by the name of Nayal and two Dovas; Kavanna and Samril.

Nayal is supposedly the granddaughter Draco Verrano. She has the attitude to back it up. Arrogance is the word that would probably best describe my first impression of her. Though she may possibly be the leader of the Oblivionites one day, I do not like her one bit.

Samril was an interesting Dova. He seemed almost naive in his demeanor. It was like all he wanted to do was make friends. For one that was older than me, he seemed more my age. He seemed strong though. Not one I would want to mess with no matter how he seems on the outside. I could maybe see myself becoming friends with him. Though whether we'll ever meet up again or not is yet to be seen.

Kavanna. Oh boy. This one was something else. She did not like the fact that I was an Oblivionite at all. Though most do not take kindly to my heritage. I could give a rats a** about them. This one though, seemed different once Nayal left. She almost...tolerated me. We did experiments with the lake. I shudder to remember the pain I eventually felt from treading to far out into the lake. Not fun at all. It would be very interesting to run into this one again. I'm not too sure how our next encounter will go.

Met a strange Orderite and ran across some very strange creatures. What are those things? Needless to say we booked it out of there rather quickly and without finding any treasure. It was still a fun adventure! I hope to run into the female again some day. She wasn't half bad, for an Orderite.

That was one strange half breed. I don't even think I caught his name. Not that he was very forth coming with much information. He seemed powerful, though. He also had some kind of strange creature with him. I wish I could have followed him but he seemed to just disappear into thin air.

So strange...

Kilian ran through the streets of the city, cursing himself for oversleeping. At this rate, he was going to be late for the meeting with his teacher. He'd left his house in a rush, not bothering to even wake up Amadia. There were so many things running through his head. His teacher had not told him what this was about. So his imagination was left to run wild.

After what seemed like a lifetime of running, he finally made it to the doors of the dojo. Kilian only slowed down long enough to shove the doors open and to dash inside. He ran through the courtyard and to his teacher's office. He knocked on the heavy, wooden door and bent down, hands on his knees. He breathing was labored and sweat drops ran down his forehead.

"Enter." His teacher's voice sounded gruff, like always. Kilian took another deep breath before opening the door.

"I'm sorry I'm late. I overslept and I'm just really so..." Kilian was stopped mid sentence by nothing more than his teacher's hand in the air.

"Do not fret, child. You made it just in time." With that news, Kilian let out a breath he'd been holding. "I've asked you here today because I think it is time that you chose a weapon."

“A..weapon?” Kilian asked, not expecting the reason behind this meeting being to chose his weapon. It had been a while since he had even thought about having a weapon. He had become so use to using his bare hands in fights that he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to even use a weapon. The sweat that had slowly began to dry up was coming back. He was nervous.

“Yes, a weapon Kilian.” The teacher sighed and rose from the chair he had been sitting in. “You’ve had long enough to go around without a weapon. You must choose.” He made his way around the desk and leaned against it. “Since you showed no interest yourself, I decided I’d help you along.” The teacher pushed himself away from the desk and walked over to the door. “Come, lets go look at your choices.”


With that, Kilian followed his teacher out to the court yard and over to where some weapons racks were sitting. As he looked over all the different choices he quickly ruled out one weapon; wands. Wands meant magic. Which reminded him too much of dragons. He did not want to be reminded of dragons every time he used his weapon. That would just spell disaster.

He was also not interested in a bow. Ranged was just not his style. Kilian much preferred close combat. With those two choices out of the running, he was left with a sword type weapon or a mace type weapon. The option to slice and dice or to bash someone’s head in. Such morbid thoughts but they were both true.

Kilian looked over both racks, trying to decide which would be best. “I’m not sure which to choose.” He said as he turned his head back toward his teacher.

“Take a deep breath boy. Don’t choose the weapon, let it choose you.” Kilian did as instructed. He walked up to the weapons and ran his hand lightly over each weapon’s hilt. A strange jolt went through his arm as his hand passed over a dagger with a split blade. Was this the one? Grabbing ahold of the sword’s hilt, Kilian pulled it from the rack. As he did so, the dagger instantly began to split into two different daggers. “Woah” Kilian breathed as he reached his other hand out to catch the second dagger that had appeared. Both were identical and was the same length as his forearms. Both blades carried the split blade look that the one dagger had held.

“Good, boy. Very good indeed.” His teacher nodded as Kilian looked over at him. “Go on, take your daggers home and rest. We will practice with them another day.” With that, his teacher headed back into his office and left Kilian to go home.

The time had come. Kilian had been putting this off for way too long. He needed to advance to the next stage if he was to accomplish his wild dream of one day defeating the Diabli dragons that had ravaged his village.

Kilian looked up at the large structure in front of him. Oblivion Sanctuary. A place he had never stepped foot in before. A couple of Oblivionites stood at the entrance and looked to be guarding the place. He expected no less. The leader of the Oblivion race resided in this building.

He cleared his throat and spoke. “Kilian. Here to see Draco Verrano.” His voice cracked a little with the nervousness that he felt coursing through his veins. The guards nodded, obviously having expected him to show up at this time.


“Your weapons, young one.” The guard on Kilian’s left nodded towards the daggers strapped to his waist. “You may not take them inside. We will keep them here, with us for the time being.” Kilian was reluctant to give them up. They had not left his side since they had chosen him. Giving them up now almost made it feel like he was leaving behind a limb.

With an uneasiness, Kilian stepped into the sanctuary and followed one of the guards to a large, wooden door. “I’ll leave you here.” The guard said as he exited the room. Kilian took a deep breath and stared at the door for a few seconds before knocking as firmly as his shaking fist would allow him.

“Enter!” A voice boomed through the wooden door. Kilian stepped back just in time as the heavy wooden door swung open of it’s own accord.

Kilian took a deep breath and entered the room. “Be seated.” The deep voice sounded again. Kilian realized that it was coming from none other than Draco himself. The Oblivionite leader was standing with his back to the door, looking out a window that overlooked the city. This small gesture showed that Draco was arrogant and confident in his skills enough to know that anyone who entered could not surprise him by any means. Kilian quickly took the only seat, other than Draco’s, that was in the room. He jumped a bit as the door behind him slammed shut by itself.

“What do you want, young one?” Draco asked as he turned around to face Kilian. “Be quick. I have much to do.”

Kilian sat up straighter, determined to not let their leader make him anymore nervous than he already was. “I have come to offer dragon orbs in hopes of being able to advance to the next stage.” He said as he reached into the pack he’d brought along with him and pulled out two dragon orbs. He laid them, one at a time, on the table in front of him then sat back in the chair.

“Ah, another young one ready and willing to do my bidding?” Draco walked over and ran a hand over the orbs laying on the table. He relished the fact that yet someone else had brought him such an offering. “You have chosen your weapon, yes?” Draco asked of Kilian.

Kilian frowned as Draco turned away from him. What did that have to do with this part? He answered anyway. “Yes. Though I’d say it was less my choice and more the weapons’ choice.” Kilian answered, remembering the pair of daggers waiting outside of the sanctuary for him.

“Good. And what a nice observance. Most do not understand their bond with their weapons and choose to find others later in life.” Draco turned back around and snatched the orbs up from the table. “Go, you have my blessing.”

Kilian almost couldn’t believe it. It was that easy? After a couple of seconds Kilian got out of the chair, bowing before he headed out of the room and to the entrance. He quickly thanked the guards and grabbed his weapons. He ran home, eager to tell everyone of the good news.

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I'm not sure how I feel about this Junjie. He's obviously one of Erionda's friends but I just don't know. And him kissing her. Not exactly the best way to make someone like him. Ugh.

Came across an orderite boy that was lost in the forests. Strange, one of them here. He seemed rather cocky but I helped him out none the less.