"I want you to survive",
He says, I sense no feeling of deception from him but I have no reason to trust him either.
'You want me to survive? What a joke",
I said to his face the first person who ever care about commoners died hundreds of years ago, no one cares about the weak in this world. So why would a guy like him give a chance to improve. He opens the door with the sole intention of leaving but still allows the vial to remain with me. As the door opens he halts and stare at me through the Conner of his eyes.
"You better improve your manners when talking to those older than you....young man",
He leaves the room and I still remain unmoved by his display of a chance to grow stronger.
VAN de BURG
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Inside my office I contemplate whether what I did would be of no other effects with the idea of proving my theory even if the chances of success is soo low around 13%. I stare through the window clear signs of the approaching night could the seen outside at this I pull out a folder inside the folder is by far the information the school has about Clyde. Though he is poor in the practical aspect he excels at the theoretical part. From what I have studied from him so far it seems he is honing not only only his intellect but his physique in addition. Perhaps it is possible to create a weapon out of him, a weapon that defies every logic.
CLYDE SERFMORE
.....St. Gillian Orphanage....
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"What would I do if I become stronger than anyone?",
This is a question I normally throw around as a joke to lighten up my mood with a lot of daydreaming. I knock upon the door of the old orphanage before I walk inside, a bad habit from my days off pranking the sisters and mother Rosa. Upon my entry I meet sister Anne the youngest among the four remaining sisters, there is a smile on her face which is highly stressed to hide the black bags under her eyes. Running an orphanage in an era like is not easy, money is going out but none is coming in. There have been some cut backs but still it is barely on it's feet, most the sisters left. I do not blame them after all who would board a sinking ship.
"How are you C?",
She comes over and ruffles my hair quite a bit, right now I can tell her smile right now is genuine. Her dark eyes sparkle slightly behind her brown bangs she is petit but still has enough height to tower over me.
"Good",
I reply shortly just hoping to at least get some warnth and continue the conversation. She raises a brow trying to be a little skeptical about it all, so far among the 41 orphans in the building I am the only one with quite a tad to write about. Just a tad can be less at times but nothing more.
"You got bullied again, didn't you?",
"Nope,"
"Really",
"I was being sarcastic",
"You can be sarcastic?",
I tilt my head slightly to the left slightly
"Why can't I ",
She shakes her head and whispers "nothing" under her breath.
"Can I help out with anything?",
I ask in an attempt to change the topic to which is shook her head and gives the same reply.
"Before you go can I ask you about something?",
I look her in the eye then lower my gaze, the question I want to ask is one that might make me shape another path one void of from the need to get stronger.
"What would you do if you were stronger than anyone in this world?",
She looks at me bewildered by not the question but also me. She grabs my hand then lead me outside.
"Do you see those stars?",
She asked and I nod in reply she then points to another star one that shines brighter than the others.
"You see that star, it is the brightest among the stars and also the loneliest, if one day you try to set yourself apart from others by chasing after power or even wealth a time will come when you will realise there was no meaning to your goal. Why would I want to be the strongest when no one can challenge me to a normal battle. At this stage a feeling of deception arrives on the concept of power. Why shine brighter than everyone and lose everything in return.",
She pauses and looks at me directly.
"When I awoke as a beast tamer I didn't follow that dream, I followed that of caring for others instead. The road to power is made from the blood, tears, bones and sweat. Such a road comes with cost no matter how good ones reason to follow it maybe.