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PaintersDaughter

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PaintersDaughter

Kit Ghost 😳

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My OC is very good with magic and stuff. She's technically a mage- I'll be interested to see what you draw 👀
 
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Elacain

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😍 me going thru all this art!! ive always loved ur style.........i feel rejuvenated

if u want!-
Elacain as kit venom
can make it anything as long as it keeps the continuity of my pvp skills being like a 50 year old who's never used a comp b4 :) just here to have fun
 

Onett

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😍😍😍😍😍

ty kind sir

now as a follow up could you draw me as trooper acquiring @Starken's checkbook :)
for sure for sure
(sorry for the long hiatus, just felt like I needed to take a break so I could refresh myself creatively.)

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Pandu as Trooper

A panda involved within the crime syndicates in the city. After he was caught in a heist, his keepers entered him into the Athios tournament, just for the fun of it.

Pandu doesn't have any special powers but he's from the streets.



Being one of the few pandas in the city, Pandu had to learn to be tough early on in his life. Growing up in the poor parts of the city, his life became too complicated way too early on in his life.

His parents worked hard to try and make a better life for their family but unfortunately, they just couldn't get the money to do it. Initially, Pandu was frustrated position in society, but eventually he came to accept it as a part of who he was.

That was until he came home from middle school one day, to see his father's bruised and bloodied face, his head wrapped with bandages. His father explained to him what had happened. On his way home from work, a group of teenagers had mugged him and stole his paycheck. At first Pandu was shocked, but then he became angry. He was going to revenge on whoever had done that to his father.

And he did just that. One night, he snuck out of the house and roamed through the dark city streets. Once he spotted them, he slashed through them, leaving them wounded and bleeding. Once he returned home, he was surprised to see his parents were still awake. His parents shook their head in dismay at the sight of his bloody claws. Pandu asserted that he had done them a service. He couldn't stand to just let them hurt his parents like that.

While his parents had taught him to just keep his head down and accept the place he was in, he decided he wasn't going to do that anymore. He was going to fight back. And ever since that day, he would often come home with wounds and bruises, and his parents would have to help bandage him up. They would again, look at him in dismay, reminding him that what he was doing was wrong, but Pandu just sat in silence. He felt like he knew better.

As Pandu grew older, he became increasingly involved in more violence, and it came to the point where he left his parents' house to officially begin his life of crime. Unable to bear to see the disappointment in his parents' faces, he left without a word, only leaving a small note reminding them that he was going to come back and help them.

In all honesty, it wasn't the life he wanted, but it was the only means he saw he could pursue in order to create a happy life for his parents. He had only ever gotten the things he wanted in his life by fighting, so that's what he was going to do now. Fight.

Through some of the connections he had made in high school, he quickly swore into one of the mafia groups within the city. While his parents had grown distant with him due to his violent activity, his friends were always there for him. Together, they fought bravely for unjust causes, only motivated by their desire to get the money they needed.

But that all came to an end in a risky heist him and his friends had planned to initiate independent from the mafia. They all just wanted money, so they figured they might as well just get it themselves. It all went according to plan, and it seemed that things would proceed as expected, until a harsh spotlight exposed Pandu and his friends on the roof of the city bank.

They made a mad dash across the roof tops of the city, but Pandu slipped further and further behind his friends. He tried to yell for help but they didn't turn back once. Eventually, Pandu was finally caught, and he watched helplessly as his friends ran off, with bags full of money slung over their shoulders.

With a criminal record long as a shopping list, things were not looking up for Pandu. He was put into a prison cell, and told to await an official sentence. After many cold hours spent wide awake, he finally was able to close his eyes and rest.

They told him that he would be entering the Athios tournament, which was hosted in the neighboring city. Still overwhelmed by the betrayal of his friends, the news only managed to shake him a little.

As he prepared to leave his cell and enter the Athios stadium, feeling hopeless and defeated.
 

Pandu

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for sure for sure
(sorry for the long hiatus, just felt like I needed to take a break so I could refresh myself creatively.)

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Pandu as Trooper

A panda involved within the crime syndicates in the city. After he was caught in a heist, his keepers entered him into the Athios tournament, just for the fun of it.

Pandu doesn't have any special powers but he's from the streets.



Being one of the few pandas in the city, Pandu had to learn to be tough early on in his life. Growing up in the poor parts of the city, his life became too complicated way too early on in his life.

His parents worked hard to try and make a better life for their family but unfortunately, they just couldn't get the money to do it. Initially, Pandu was frustrated position in society, but eventually he came to accept it as a part of who he was.

That was until he came home from middle school one day, to see his father's bruised and bloodied face, his head wrapped with bandages. His father explained to him what had happened. On his way home from work, a group of teenagers had mugged him and stole his paycheck. At first Pandu was shocked, but then he became angry. He was going to revenge on whoever had done that to his father.

And he did just that. One night, he snuck out of the house and roamed through the dark city streets. Once he spotted them, he slashed through them, leaving them wounded and bleeding. Once he returned home, he was surprised to see his parents were still awake. His parents shook their head in dismay at the sight of his bloody claws. Pandu asserted that he had done them a service. He couldn't stand to just let them hurt his parents like that.

While his parents had taught him to just keep his head down and accept the place he was in, he decided he wasn't going to do that anymore. He was going to fight back. And ever since that day, he would often come home with wounds and bruises, and his parents would have to help bandage him up. They would again, look at him in dismay, reminding him that what he was doing was wrong, but Pandu just sat in silence. He felt like he knew better.

As Pandu grew older, he became increasingly involved in more violence, and it came to the point where he left his parents' house to officially begin his life of crime. Unable to bear to see the disappointment in his parents' faces, he left without a word, only leaving a small note reminding them that he was going to come back and help them.

In all honesty, it wasn't the life he wanted, but it was the only means he saw he could pursue in order to create a happy life for his parents. He had only ever gotten the things he wanted in his life by fighting, so that's what he was going to do now. Fight.

Through some of the connections he had made in high school, he quickly swore into one of the mafia groups within the city. While his parents had grown distant with him due to his violent activity, his friends were always there for him. Together, they fought bravely for unjust causes, only motivated by their desire to get the money they needed.

But that all came to an end in a risky heist him and his friends had planned to initiate independent from the mafia. They all just wanted money, so they figured they might as well just get it themselves. It all went according to plan, and it seemed that things would proceed as expected, until a harsh spotlight exposed Pandu and his friends on the roof of the city bank.

They made a mad dash across the roof tops of the city, but Pandu slipped further and further behind his friends. He tried to yell for help but they didn't turn back once. Eventually, Pandu was finally caught, and he watched helplessly as his friends ran off, with bags full of money slung over their shoulders.

With a criminal record long as a shopping list, things were not looking up for Pandu. He was put into a prison cell, and told to await an official sentence. After many cold hours spent wide awake, he finally was able to close his eyes and rest.

They told him that he would be entering the Athios tournament, which was hosted in the neighboring city. Still overwhelmed by the betrayal of his friends, the news only managed to shake him a little.

As he prepared to leave his cell and enter the Athios stadium, feeling hopeless and defeated.
Well done One T :)
 

Onett

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Paul blart defending the mall?
I don't think any drawing i could make would do this man justice so I will not be including a drawing for this post.

Paul Blart was a legendary warrior, and won the Athios tournament 5 years in a row. News of his winstreak quickly spread all across the globe. Known for his incredible leadership skills and combat prowess, Paul cemented himself as one of the greatest fighters of all time, winning flawlessly against many teams. However, his legendary career was ended by an ankle injury in his fifth tournament run, which would unfortunately be his last.

With all of the wealth and fame he had acquired, one would expect that it would corrupt his mind and make them incredibly egotistical and proud, however Paul remained humble. He strategically organized his money, investing in real estate and funding many charities and research organizations. He even created his own college within the city, since he always believed in the importance of education in society.

He kept a small portion of his winnings to rent a nice house by the beach, and got a job at the local mall as a mall cop. He now spends his days patrolling the malls, keeping the lives of many civilians safe from danger.

As Paul Blart would say,

“Safety never takes a holiday.”​
 

Onett

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Aaah good ol Onett drawings, feelin a little nostalgic.

I think at this point you’d know which kit I’d like to be drawn in now 👀 go ham with the creativity

Or alternatively: Myself channeling my inner Burstbird—a rare extinct species that once flew through the skies of Athios
*flashback to the pics i drew with my mouse*

for sure, ik what kit ur referring to :)

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Mythless the Arbalist

The only living subject of a horrendous experiment which attempted to infuse a human soul into a living human. And while he was the only person to come out alive, that's not to say he survived through it unscathed...

Coming from a country struggling to recover in the aftermath of many wars, his captors saw his victory in the Athios tournament as their only hope to restore their nation to its former glory.

Thanks to the soul that was infused into to him, Mythless can fight on the battlefield with unprecedented power and speed. However, both of his souls must work together in unison for him to be truly effective. Dealing with his other soul can be tiresome so he often doesn't have the energy to talk with others much.

The country of Slein warred with the Dutch, fighting long and bloody battles with them for many years. Myth had fought bravely for his nation, and was well known known for his marksmanship.

Growing up on a quiet countryside, he hadn't had much to do when he was a kid. Perhaps that's why he had such good aim. All of those days he had spent having slingshot battles with his friends on hot summer days and snowball fights in the frigid winter were finally paying off.

It felt like the war would go on forever, but eventually it did come to an end. However, the damage it had done to the country seemed almost irreparable. Myth and his cohorts saw this first hand as they made their way back home.

The army's journey back home was almost as depressing as the long hours of fighting they faced on the battlefield. As they passed through ravaged farms and villages, the people would yell at the soldiers, hurling insults and rocks as they passed by, exclaiming that it was their fault that their lives were ruined.

Myth and the other soldiers simply kept their heads down and continued marching.

They stopped periodically at outposts lined along their route to sleep. However one day, Myth woke up from a good night's rest to sounds of muffled screams instead of the rooster's crow.

He was tied up, sitting alone in a dark cell. The only source of light was coming from a door with a barred window, which he could only see thanks to the occasional flashes of light and screams that came from behind it. He could only hear so much through the thick walls of the cell, but he could make out some of the voices which conversed behind the door. He recognized them to be the voices of his generals.

He tried to get up and find an exit, but just as he started his escape, the door opened, and he was quickly taken in.

The room was dimly lit by candles, and the pink crystals which were pinned on his generals' uniforms shone sinisterly in the candle light.

He had remembered when him and his other friends in the military had first seen the generals wearing those crystals. It had taken all of the tension that was in them when they heard that they were being drafted into the army. They could barely stop themselves from laughing whenever their generals led them through training exercises. Out of all the colors they could've chosen, they chose pink. It was a blast teasing the generals for the cute pink crystals they wore on their uniforms, when they expected the new recruits to be fearful of them.

But in this moment, those crystals didn't seem so cute anymore. The army generals ordered Myth around, with a sword pointed at his neck. One of his generals took of the pink pin and handed it to him, telling him to hold it. They then pushed him to the center of an intricately detailed hexagon, drawn on the concrete floor with chalk. Myth tried to ask what was going on, but the generals refused to answer any of his questions.

For maybe one of the first times in his life, Myth was truly frightened. He could sense movement inside the crystal, as if something was banging against its walls trying to escape. One of the generals began to whisper under his breath, and arcs of lightning started to flash around him.

Myth was never the same after the soul of a Dutch soldier was infused into him.

Once the ritual was complete, he tried to kill the generals, hurling himself at them with unprecedented strength. The pink crystal he was holding in his hand had been embedded into his chest, and it now glowed bloody red. But eventually, the generals subdued him, and tied him up.

They explained to him that he would be entering him into the Athios tournament, and that he was their country's only hope for survival. Myth couldn't understand much of what they were saying. It felt like there was someone with a heavy Dutch accent next to him, constantly screaming in his ear. It was like the soul that had been put inside him was fighting for control.

He gripped his skull and gritted his teeth as he tried to make the other voice in his head go away. Seeing his crazed state, the generals decided to give him some time to adjust to his new state. They informed him on what they had done as he rested for a few days.

***​

The generals had taken the souls of the deceased and stored them within their crystals over the course of the war, under the orders of their head commander. Originally, they were ordered to bring the souls back to the capital, to be given to the military coup which controlled the country with an iron grip. They were told that once they brought the souls back to the capital, they would be used to create even stronger soldiers, by forcefully combining the souls of the dead with the living.

On the day before the war, they had shown them one of their test subjects who had survived through the process. They looked human but was most certainly not. Its movements were erratic and rough and its footsteps created echoes that could be heard from miles away.

Upon witnessing the destructive force of infused humans, the generals had decided that they couldn't let their commanders get a hold of such dangerous resources. Desperate for another way out, they decided they were going to sacrifice some of their strongest men, to try and infuse souls into them by themselves, and Myth was the only person to come out alive.

***​

Having taught himself how to control his other soul much better, Myth was able to process what the generals explained to him. But there wasn't much time left and the generals would have to return to the capital soon. They led him off to the nearby shore, where one of their old friends were waiting for Mythless in a ship.

They led him on board, and they waved goodbye as Mythless went off to sea.

So much had happened in so little time and he was still processing it all. Many questions fogged his mind as he trailed across the ocean. Could he trust those generals? How long was this boat ride going to be? But most importantly. How was he going to deal with this constantly nagging voice in his head?
 

Mythless

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*flashback to the pics i drew with my mouse*

for sure, ik what kit ur referring to :)

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Mythless the Arbalist

The only living subject of a horrendous experiment which attempted to infuse a human soul into a living human. And while he was the only person to come out alive, that's not to say he survived through it unscathed...

Coming from a country struggling to recover in the aftermath of many wars, his captors saw his victory in the Athios tournament as their only hope to restore their nation to its former glory.

Thanks to the soul that was infused into to him, Mythless can fight on the battlefield with unprecedented power and speed. However, both of his souls must work together in unison for him to be truly effective. Dealing with his other soul can be tiresome so he often doesn't have the energy to talk with others much.

The country of Slein warred with the Dutch, fighting long and bloody battles with them for many years. Myth had fought bravely for his nation, and was well known known for his marksmanship.

Growing up on a quiet countryside, he hadn't had much to do when he was a kid. Perhaps that's why he had such good aim. All of those days he had spent having slingshot battles with his friends on hot summer days and snowball fights in the frigid winter were finally paying off.

It felt like the war would go on forever, but eventually it did come to an end. However, the damage it had done to the country seemed almost irreparable. Myth and his cohorts saw this first hand as they made their way back home.

The army's journey back home was almost as depressing as the long hours of fighting they faced on the battlefield. As they passed through ravaged farms and villages, the people would yell at the soldiers, hurling insults and rocks as they passed by, exclaiming that it was their fault that their lives were ruined.

Myth and the other soldiers simply kept their heads down and continued marching.

They stopped periodically at outposts lined along their route to sleep. However one day, Myth woke up from a good night's rest to sounds of muffled screams instead of the rooster's crow.

He was tied up, sitting alone in a dark cell. The only source of light was coming from a door with a barred window, which he could only see thanks to the occasional flashes of light and screams that came from behind it. He could only hear so much through the thick walls of the cell, but he could make out some of the voices which conversed behind the door. He recognized them to be the voices of his generals.

He tried to get up and find an exit, but just as he started his escape, the door opened, and he was quickly taken in.

The room was dimly lit by candles, and the pink crystals which were pinned on his generals' uniforms shone sinisterly in the candle light.

He had remembered when him and his other friends in the military had first seen the generals wearing those crystals. It had taken all of the tension that was in them when they heard that they were being drafted into the army. They could barely stop themselves from laughing whenever their generals led them through training exercises. Out of all the colors they could've chosen, they chose pink. It was a blast teasing the generals for the cute pink crystals they wore on their uniforms, when they expected the new recruits to be fearful of them.

But in this moment, those crystals didn't seem so cute anymore. The army generals ordered Myth around, with a sword pointed at his neck. One of his generals took of the pink pin and handed it to him, telling him to hold it. They then pushed him to the center of an intricately detailed hexagon, drawn on the concrete floor with chalk. Myth tried to ask what was going on, but the generals refused to answer any of his questions.

For maybe one of the first times in his life, Myth was truly frightened. He could sense movement inside the crystal, as if something was banging against its walls trying to escape. One of the generals began to whisper under his breath, and arcs of lightning started to flash around him.

Myth was never the same after the soul of a Dutch soldier was infused into him.

Once the ritual was complete, he tried to kill the generals, hurling himself at them with unprecedented strength. The pink crystal he was holding in his hand had been embedded into his chest, and it now glowed bloody red. But eventually, the generals subdued him, and tied him up.

They explained to him that he would be entering him into the Athios tournament, and that he was their country's only hope for survival. Myth couldn't understand much of what they were saying. It felt like there was someone with a heavy Dutch accent next to him, constantly screaming in his ear. It was like the soul that had been put inside him was fighting for control.

He gripped his skull and gritted his teeth as he tried to make the other voice in his head go away. Seeing his crazed state, the generals decided to give him some time to adjust to his new state. They informed him on what they had done as he rested for a few days.

***​

The generals had taken the souls of the deceased and stored them within their crystals over the course of the war, under the orders of their head commander. Originally, they were ordered to bring the souls back to the capital, to be given to the military coup which controlled the country with an iron grip. They were told that once they brought the souls back to the capital, they would be used to create even stronger soldiers, by forcefully combining the souls of the dead with the living.

On the day before the war, they had shown them one of their test subjects who had survived through the process. They looked human but was most certainly not. Its movements were erratic and rough and its footsteps created echoes that could be heard from miles away.

Upon witnessing the destructive force of infused humans, the generals had decided that they couldn't let their commanders get a hold of such dangerous resources. Desperate for another way out, they decided they were going to sacrifice some of their strongest men, to try and infuse souls into them by themselves, and Myth was the only person to come out alive.

***​

Having taught himself how to control his other soul much better, Myth was able to process what the generals explained to him. But there wasn't much time left and the generals would have to return to the capital soon. They led him off to the nearby shore, where one of their old friends were waiting for Mythless in a ship.

They led him on board, and they waved goodbye as Mythless went off to sea.

So much had happened in so little time and he was still processing it all. Many questions fogged his mind as he trailed across the ocean. Could he trust those generals? How long was this boat ride going to be? But most importantly. How was he going to deal with this constantly nagging voice in his head?
Absolutely love this!! Great job onett :>
 

Onett

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My skin + dgod

Time to dissappear again lmao
colninja <3

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colninja as Death God

One of the most infamous criminals in his city, the same city that Pandu is from. He is well known among the crime syndicates within the city for his services as a hitman. He earned himself the title of "Death God", as any of his targets would be dead within 7 seconds if he was able to spot them.

After working his whole life to reach the top of the criminal underground, col became surprisingly unsatisfied with what he had accomplished. It felt like he really did reach the top.

So he decided to join the Athios tournament, to test his combat skills against people from all around the world. If he survived through it and won, he would prove himself to be among the greatest in the world, if he died, he could die in peace, knowing that he had accomplished everything that he could've with his life.

Born and raised by parents who held a high position in the criminal underground, Col had trained his whole life to become a bounty hunter. But for most of his life, he was oblivious to the fact that he was being raised to become a criminal, and that his parents were criminals too.

His parents didn't allow him to attend school and instead, he received teaching from various online resources. Instead of spending most of his day in a classroom, Col spent most of his days in the lower level of an abandoned tae kwon do dojo, and trained with one of his parent's friends to learn and master various martial arts.

Luckily for him, the person who taught him how to fight was actually pretty nice to him, allowing him frequent water breaks and sometimes treated him to dinner after his lessons. Col had taken a liking to his lessons, and became very passionate about his training.

Whenever Col wasn't training, his parents would sometimes let him go outside, and he would go to the playground and try and make friends. Surprisingly, he fit in pretty well. He would have lots of fun playing tag and hide and go seek with the new friends he made, and they'd play with each other until the sun set and the day grew dark.

But in all honesty, he would get a bit confused about what the kids were talking about whenever they took breaks to catch their breaths after vigorous games of tag. They'd talk about how fun their 3rd grade class was, and how they would go on field trips and make finger paintings. Eventually, the day came where they asked what school Col went to, and all he could think of was "martial arts school".

But he knew that wasn't really what the other kids were talking about.

As Col grew older, his training advanced. He moved on from hand to hand combat and began sparring his instructor with various weapons.

It was at this point where he began to feel that something wasn't right. All of the pieces were starting to come together.

He grew older, and he began to practice shooting a gun. And when he fired his first shot at the firing range, he finally understood what was going on.

His whole life, he had been trained to become a killer.

He finally understood why his parents would leave him to sleep alone every night, and why he could often hear their scurried footsteps climbing up the apartment complex's stairs on sleepless nights.

But even though he now knew about their hidden agenda, what could he do about it? To him, it seemed like there was no way out. Where would he go to? He didn't have any friends, or any goals. All he knew how to do was to fight.

And that's exactly what he continued to do. Working under his parents, Col would kill many men. At first he had asked them why he had to kill them. His parents would tell him that is was us or them. And that people were depending on them to keep them safe. Again, he was stuck. His family was all that he had, and he had no choice but to keep fighting.

Col would accept this same mentality, that he was simply fighting to defend others, but as he worked his way up in the criminal underground, it began to crumble apart. He started to believe he was living a meaningless life. He had trained so hard in his martial arts, just for him to be forced into a life of crime by his parents.

And eventually, his dissatisfaction with his criminal identity had reached its breaking point. And so, he signed himself up for the Athios tournament. Sick of the vain life of crime he had led his whole life, he hopes to finally use his combat skills to fulfill a goal that was motivated by his own self and his own self alone. To prove himself to be the greatest fighter among the whole world.
 

Onett

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Dang these are some sick drawings. Very nice.

anyway here's my request:
Lizardheart (I have my Christmas skin on rn so just leave out the antlers okay)
demo
idk I guess me being afk and winning anyway somehow or something
thanks liz :)


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Lizardheart as Demo

A skilled demolitionist who uses her psychic abilities to set up traps across the battlefield. She comes from the land of Slein, which has been under the rule of a military coup for the last few decades.

Magic was forbidden in Slein, but Liz didn't know this until soldiers arrived at her front door after she tried to show off a magic spell she saw from her grandfather's journal, to her friends. She escaped alive, but never returned to her village. She travelled alone, seeking mentorship and more knowledge about magic and her grandfather. Through her studies in illegal magic, she hoped to gather enough strength to overthrow the military coup, however she failed in doing so.

Liz blindfolds herself in order to heighten her senses, both to help her hear the footsteps of her enemies and also detect the presence of their souls. Her sword burns with fire thanks to the runes she inscribed into it.


Liz had a relatively happy childhood in the quiet countryside of Slein. Even though she was an only child, her extended family lived in the same village as her, so she never really felt lonely. She would often visit her cousins and her grandparents, and they would get together to celebrate the holidays.

She also had made lots of friends with the other children in the village. They would have slingshot fights in their free time, and snowball fights whenever it snowed in the winter. She would always make sure that Myth, one of her good friends, was on her team. He was scarily good with his aim, and if a target was within his sights, he rarely missed. When she wasn't playing with her friends, Liz often spent her time at the local book store, reading anything she could get her hands on.

However, Liz's carefree childhood would eventually come to an end, as her grandfather was growing ill, and it didn't seem like he was going to live for very much longer. Liz and her other family members would begin visiting him daily. For the first time in her life, Liz felt truly sad. Unlike her older cousins who would try and avoid their grandfather whenever he tried to tell them stories or have conversations with them, Liz always stayed behind to talk with him.

No matter what he said, it was always either incredibly insightful or fascinating. Whether it be fantastic tales about heroes and demons or life advice, Liz loved to listen to him talk.

One day when her family visited her grandpa at his bedside, he closed his eyes, and breathed what everyone thought to be his last breath. A few seconds of silence passed before he gasped for breath once more, and quickly asked for Liz's grandmother to grab his book. She nodded her head and quickly went upstairs to grab the book then returned to his bedside. She noticed her parents whispering to each other. It was the largest book Liz had ever seen. Her grandfather carefully handed the book to Liz and asked her to take it.

Her parents stared in disgust, whispered to each other, then tried to take the book away from her. Her grandfather, barely alive, scolded them, telling them that it was his last wish to pass his most prized possession to Liz. Liz looked at her grandfather, who was clearly running out of time, in awe and terror. In his final breath, he looked at Liz and told her, "Thank you for everything Liz, read this book if you miss me."

***​

Things began to fall apart after the death of her grandfather. Only after a few days after his passing, Liz's parents demanded that she gave them the book. She asked them why, but they never gave her a reason. They knew that no matter what they said she wouldn't care.

She had started reading the book, which initially confused her. The book had no title, but it had her grandfather's name signed on the bottom of the first page. Every page after that became weirder and weirder. The majority of the pages were journal entries, and Liz became convinced that her Grandfather was crazy as she read through them. He was talking about spells, wizards and runes, as if he was imagining himself to be part of a fantasy world in his head.

But as she read deeper into the book, everything began to come together. The stories her grandfather had told her when she was young and everything that he had written in this book just matched too perfectly. In her moment of realization, Liz quickly turned back to one of the journal entries her grandfather had made, where he explained how he could create flames with just his hands. Maybe all of the magic the book talked about was really real.

Liz carefully copied the rune on the page onto her hand with chalk, and snapped her fingers. Failure. She snapped her fingers a few more times, and to her surprise, a small flame floated above her hand, and burned dimly. She quickly shook it out and stared at her hand in awe. It really worked. It was magic. And even more shockingly, all of the magical stories her grandfather had told her were really about him. She hid the book under the floorboards in her room, and went to bed, excited to show her friends what she had learned.

The next day after school, when she met up with her friends to play, she told them that she had something to show them. They gathered around her as she took a piece of chalk out of her pocket, drew the rune onto her hand, and summoned a small flame above her hand. Most of the kids stared in awe, giving her the attention she wanted, but when she looked at Myth all she could see in his eyes was terror.

He stepped forward and slapped her hand down, and the flame extinguished. There were a few seconds of silence, as the other children stared at Myth, who stood there frozen, still staring at Liz's hands. He looked around and noticed a couple soldiers looking from afar. They had seen Liz using her magic.

As veterans of war, Myth's grandparents had told him about the terror that magic had caused in the land of Slein. It had gotten into the wrong hands of too many people, who used it to wage war and murder thousands of innocent people. The once great nation was split into clans, each hungry for power. After many long years of violence, the civil war ended, and one clan of magic users arose to the top. Seeing all of those who had died, all of the clans of Slein signed a treaty to rid their land of magic by any means necessary. Even if human lives were lost in the process.

Myth told Liz that if she wanted to have any chances of living, she had to leave as soon as possible. Liz was confused, and started laughing since Myth often joked around with her, but stopped once she realized Myth was dead serious. She started to become worried. She looked around, and people who had seen her pull off her magic stunt were staring at her from their windows, giving the same surprised look Myth had given her. "There's a reason no one else in this village uses magic." Myth told Liz.

Liz rushed home and started packing her things. She could hear shouting soldiers outside, and at this point she knew that she was in serious trouble. She began to regret everything. She wished she had just listened to her parents.

After she packed her bag and ran out of the door, a soldier was already at her door, looming over her. He noticed the chalk markings on her hand, and grabbed her. Attracted by the noise, her parents checked to see what was going on, and froze in terror. They could still see the chalk on her hands, and at that moment they knew her fate was sealed. Liz was going to die.

Liz tried to free herself from the soldier's grip, but there was no hope. The soldier brought her to the others, stating that they were glad that they had taken her before things got worse. In an act of desperation, she managed to get her hand with the chalk marking still on it, and placed it firmly onto the soldier chestplate. She chanted the spell in her head, and a fierce flame quickly engulfed the soldier, who screamed in pain.

Realizing the power she had, she continued on to burn all of the other soldiers to death, who stood no chance against her magic. In utter shock of what she had just done, Liz collapsed and sunk into unconsciousness.

***
Ever since that fateful day, Liz left her village, for her own safety and the safety of the other villagers. She would go on to further her studies in magic, travelling from town to town, seeking mentorship and other allies. As she learned more about magic and the history of Slein, she decided that she would use her powers to overthrow the oppressive military coup that ruled the nation, alongside the allies she had made during her journey.

However, Liz and her group of rebels were defeated by the coup, which used a stronger, unseen form of magic to quickly overpower them. They came to understand that they were using the souls of other humans to power their magic, but by the time they realized this it was already too late. Their own magic, which utilized their own lifeforce as an energy source, was simply outclassed.

However, impressed by Liz's magical skill, the commander decided to send her to the Athios tournament instead of executing her, just to see how much potential she truly had. To make sure she tried her hardest, the commander struck a deal with her. If she managed to win and come out alive, she and her crew would be freed. But if she lost, her crew would be executed.
 
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