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Chapter 6 – Ben’s life … From the school, Ben hurriedly went to where he worked, Auntie Bebang’s Store. He was a cargador there. He carried the baskets of fishes and vegetables from another location, the shipping section. There were open carriages transporting the products to the markets. Many caravans from the outside brought new business to the county. Carts and close carriages were their main transportation. The county arranged them separate from the local market to make sure the traffic. The location was the business central because of the number of merchants and businesses. There were also a lot of horses, and their crap smelled terrible. The plain wide enough for them to play. There was also a large pool they could drink and swim. The smell, noises, and dirt scattered all over the place. It resembled a swamp. Such a life. He didn’t mind these things anymore. Sometimes, he became the storekeeper if Auntie Bebang wasn’t there. That’s where he learned how to compute. And heck, he k...

  Chapter 5 – Foundation Arts … Jigen invited Jed to his house to play. They went from street to street until the human traffic diminished and turbulent noises became sporadic. The County of Hopes and Dreams were hospitable. They didn’t discriminate against others and entertained them like a family. To them, every day was a day of giving. Hence, children, although ignorant about their words and actions, they still picked this custom from adults. Jigen just wanted to kill time. Every person in his clan was killjoy, nerdy yet hard to bully, people he didn’t relate. All they do was research and train. He was going to lose more than he could win if they played. As for the other clan’s children, forget it. They may not want to play using their brain. More like brute forcing. He knew in terms of own’s individual strength, his clan was in the bottom. Only in terms of intelligence could hold them with regard. So, it excited him about having a playmate. And an innocent sheep at that. “Do ...

Chapter 4 – Story of a tree … The teacher gave off scholarly appearance as he walked with grace towards the front. He looked young, around twenties, but he gave a mature vibe. This was contrary to the stories and rumors between their parents and the neighbors. They said he was hundred years old. Yet, the only thing looked old about him was his hair, resembling a white waterfall flowing above his shoulders. He had a single hair lock in front of his face, swinging with little distance. His eyes were deep, like the abyss. It wasn’t piercing or threatening, but anyone who looked straight at his eyes became quiet. He wore a white long coat with grey-color layering in his sleeves. He was tidy and neat. His right hand clung to a book like iron grips, as if it was the most precious thing in his world. He measured his steps, precise and light, as if walking on a very narrow road or balancing on a tightrope. There was no overpowering aura that they imagined nor phenomenon that stories told abo...