A peaceful morning comes again. Meaning another day of boredom.
It was a beautiful weather and a bit of cold morning air. It was the perfect time to do the morning routine.
Eating breakfast, exercise, patroling around the village, and many more to fight boredom.
I am Juaqin Cronus and I'm living to what the people around me called Titan Village.
But do not be deceive by the word Village. It was not a Village at all. It was more like a main city. Tall building made of solid, strong and long lasting materials, even a strong bull can't leave a mark on this walls.
It was a big city with a little occupants. Only over tens of thousand of recidents. Most of them are hunters or farmers.
There were over thousands of kilometer farming area with different herbs and crops.
Hunters had difficult job since they explore the forest and hunt those hostile beast. They are also the one responsible for the security of the Titan Village were Beast are all over around that place.
The Titan Village is located in the center of a unknown forrest, but the residence called it Endless Forrest. It was not totally endless, it was just a very big forrest that will take months to years just to get out using the ordinary human standard on earth.
I died in a accident during my twenties when I am about to finish the project for my Graduating thesis.
Waking up in this word as infant. My father is Arbold Cronus the Village chief and my mother is Christine Gaia, the one responsible for livelyhood of the village.
My father is a crazed fighter who will train his sons and daughter to their very limit. And I think he really hate me among the others.
Well I have a reason to come up in that conclusion.
I am the fourth born and a big sister before me with two elder brother.
The eldest was train by father early and was thrown into the White tigers den when he was 15 years old. While the next was train the same age when the eldest start training and was thrown into the Giant Red Monkeys den which is clearly hostile on different species.
My bis sister was traind by mother which is more peaceful than the son's training.
And what about me? I was trained at age of Three, 3 years earlier than my elder brothers and not only that but my father which is crazy enought to throw me in to the red dragons den which is one of the calamity grades at age of ten. Thinking about the past really bring back painfull memories. I had to run whole day just to hide and be carefull so much so that they cant feel where I am hiding.
But fortunately I am able to survive after killing those dragons. I return home after years of tortu.. Training in there. Thats why I think father hate me the most.
And now I am 17 years old and my coming of age ceremony was close. Which in tradition must endure my father's tortu.. cough... training.