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knowledge that the book was some made up garbage, I couldn’t help but to be happy that the so-called moves we learned were just some joke. I can’t even put into words how stupid I felt learning moves . The whole book was a lie. If he wanted to, Mo could make his symbol disappear whenever he wanted to, and mine wasn’t even real. I apparently only made it appear because Mo made me believe that it would come. My mind is on a whole different level than anyone else’s on the planet; that much, I had no doubt about. If any evil thing could convince me of something, I would be extremely dangerous…
    Mo was the last free Kavar. He was basically a god among us, and he didn’t even know it. Of course, I wasn’t going to tell him that. The other four Kavars to have ever existed were all viewed as some sort of god. Zeus- yes the Greek god of lightning- was probably the most famous of all of them. It would have come as a shock, no pun intended, but when I really thought about it, I realized that Zeus had moments of bloodlust, a Navarium trait: something all Kavars had. The Greeks even believed that he was the creator of man. Maybe he was the creator of the Greeks, but I still believe in God. Kavars wield a power so great that they could cause global cataclysms and some did. One Kavar, known only as Ti, was probably the most powerful of all of them.
    “The legend says that Ti was so powerful that he could resurrect people from the dead and give them an exact amount of time to live, during which time they would serve him and try to earn more time. He was much stronger than Zeus, who many believe was the strongest of all. Ti was born with his abilities, and he started using them as soon as he could walk. However, like your friend, he had to battle his Navarium side. He had to face the evil that swam in his blood. Sometimes, when the evil is too great, and too constant, you have no choice but to give in. Ti lived for thirty-six years before he could no longer fight his hunger for blood. He fully embraced his Navarium bloodline, and he never looked back. Some say he still lives, though he would be somewhere around seven or eight thousand years old by now. I say it is impossible, but what do I know?” The old man shrugged and started to stroke back the feathers on top of Cilandria’s head.
    I had heard entirely too much information that day, but I knew there would be more to come. I knew that the old man was there for a reason much bigger than Cilandria or the story of Ti. I knew that if I pushed a little more for information, that I would get it, and I probably would not like what I heard. Asia, on the other hand, was not thinking about not liking what she heard. She came right out and asked, “So, why are you really here?”
    The old man took in a very deep breath before revealing his truths. “Well, first, I would like to formally introduce myself. My name is Quazo. Quazo of the Seventh Realm, and I serve the Order of the Keeper. No need to introduce yourselves, I know your names, and it is very nice to meet you, even if you can’t say the same in return…I take your silence as silent inquiries. You are right to assume I am not here for Cilandria, nor just for the sake of being here. You see, I have come to deliver a message to all three of you. Your friend should probably be present for what I am about to tell you.”
    “It’s not a good idea to bother him when he goes out for space. I’ll tell him later,” I said. I knew Mo wouldn’t want to be bothered.
    “If you insist. You are about to become an instrumental piece in an army. All three of you. You have been living here for seven years by no coincidence. The bond that you sealed as you defeated the puppet was the beginning of what was truly your bond. You have been living together because fate has brought you all together. There is no way around fate.”
    “Ok stop. Army?” Asia was still stuck on that word.
    “Yes. An army. The Order of the Keeper is the