things are getting deeper now.

..thats what she said ;)
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Your questions will be answered.

THIS IS WHERE THE STORY TRULY BEGINS.

•TWO YEAR TIMESKIP•

My name is Brandon, age 20.

I was taken in by people known as TC. People say they arent very good, but they're actually not that bad.

I was born with ice magic, and am being taught by my teacher, Adam, how to properly use it.

Oh, my leg? They say it was ripped off somehow. It's a mechanic leg now.

A bead of sweat made its way down the side of my head. "Tch."

It was so hard to resist attacking back rather than just dodging. Pretty annoying actually.

A white slash headed for my arm. I dodged it easily, along with the other slashes.

"Good. Now, you try landing a hit on me." He said.

I nodded, and summoned ice shards beside me. Without warning, I shot at his legs with speed, leaving a few behind.

Adam dodged them, jumping into the air, just as i predicted. I quickly shot the rest of the shards at him.

He did a backflip and made his body as straight as a pen, dodging the shards.

"Decent." He decided, landing on the ground perfectly. "You need to spread your attacks out a little more, if you assume what your opponent will do every time you attack, you wont get very far."

"Yes.." I replied, not very enthusiastically.

"Take me seriously, young man!" His white eyes glared at me. A bit intimidating, to be honest.

Well, at least they dont treat me badly.

"Thats enough for today. You can do whatever the hell you want now." Adam grunted, leaving quickly. He seems to have a lot to do today.

I sighed. Adam is one of three members of TC. Ian is the second member, and then Quentin, leader.

I dont know much about them, really. They take care of me, and I leave them alone for the most part. Its a win-win if you ask me.

I cant help but feel like they know something though. About my past, I mean.

Oh well.

I headed to my room through the dark, spooky hallway- which I wasnt exactly a very big fan of- and went inside, getting a strange chill down my spine closing the door.

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dont kill me

please