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It had been a Thursday morning. Mysia was looking into a far distance as he was roaming on the streets of Magnolia. His stomach was finally full. He had sold a precious gem he found on his adventures for a little scrap of money. He used the money to buy himself a weeks worth of money. Which was rare for the young little Mikhael as he previously had been roaming the streets with no money at all, being at the mercy of one another is one thing Mysia detests. It had been hard work, he used to blacksmith for money but since he was quite weak it was hard for him to make money. Blacksmithing destroyed his limbs a little thus he decided to quit it for his own health; which ironically he was lacking since he had no shelter or healthy food without it. He had thought of the possibility to join a guild.
Though it would be a guild with a clear edge. The type of guild that would make him get arrested for saying it's name in the open. He was planning on heading back to that guild he heard of so he could do missions and get money so he can get shelter and other stuff related to a safe home. His life had been like this for over a year, it's a miracle he managed to survive but Mysia's a fighter. As he was heading to the exit to the village a big man appeared in front of him. This man was about eight feet tall and was around five hundred lbs. He had a big, enormously huge golden club with him and dropped it on Mysia's head, holding it back a little so it wouldn't hurt.
"Give me yer money, little one, or else I will end yer life."
Mysia looked around hesistantly, wondering if there was a guard around but there was not a single soul on the street. He had no money, but he was convinced that the big guy wouldn't believe that a young person which was all on his own had no money. But he had no choice. The big giant-ish man begun to salivate from his mouth. There was definitely something wrong with this man.
"I have no money sir..."
Mysia shyly spoke. His magic would creep up behind the man as he set it out to attack the man. But unfortunately the man had set up a magic barrier, this man was a mage. But from what guild? The man growled at him.
"Hyeehyee, yer with yer fancy magics won't work on me you dwibble bibble. Strip yer backpack and empty your pockets little wee one!"
Imagine an enormous eight foot tall monster yelling at you. The ground was literally shaking as the man yelled. Mysia pouted a little and took his backpack off, handing him it as he emptied his pockets. A single black colored onyx fell out of it as well. The giant bent over to grab it and stroked his chin for a small second before standing back up and putting it in his breast pocket. He smiled a little and grabbed his golden club and hit Mysia with it on his chest. Mysia instantly was crushed to the ground, using some rose petals to shield his body as the pavement below him was cracking from the sheer force of it.
"Savage Skull greets ya, bozu."
The enormous man said as he threw his backpack on the ground. He would step back and take a huge leap into the air and land on his backpack. Instantly shredding it and wasting the food inside. The backpack as well was shredded to pieces. Only crumbs would exit the holes of his backpack. The man laughed again and left the site. Mysia was about to pass out on the floor as he would remember that name. Savage Skull. A prelude to chaos, one might say. When he woke up it was around three PM. He was in a strangers bed. His chest was wrapped with bandages. Though this had reminded him of his youth. Flashbacks occurred to his mind as he looked at the shelf next to him. He grabbed a scissor that was on it, next to a few bloody bandages and hid it under the bed sheaths.
A strange lady entered the room with a washcloth, she looked a little concerned as she walked towards the bed and bent over towards Mysia, feeling his head. Mysia gripped the scissor and pulled it out of the bed sheaths. He swung it towards the woman and missed, he tried to stab her in the neck to end her life immediately since he was reminded of his past once again. The woman reacted odd she panicked and fainted. Mysia stared at her corpse as he got out of the bed and put on his clothing which was next to the bed and then he ran out. So he was on the streets again. No money, an injured body and no food. He sat down at a bench nearby the park. It had been night, the boy had no shelter. He sighed a little, perhaps he would sleep on the bench perhaps he would break into an house and sleep there.