Mishka - The Alchemist (Champion's Story)

Mishka - The Alchemist Age: 25 years. Gender: male Place: Outskirts of Rokrund, Plain of Rokrund.

Mishka lives near Rokrund in the Rokrund Plain. From an early age he saw his parents see alchemy, small experiments both converting matter to energy, then energy to essences and vice versa. Interested to see and do things for himself, he asked his parents when he would teach him, but the answer was a simple "NO". Mishka, with the insistence of doing so, had no choice but to hide from them. When adolescence arrived in the search from childhood to experience and know, there is a book on the old and dusty shelf, when you open it, you notice the secrets of how to perform the conversions that you wanted so much, but something that I did not witness was the invasion that approached Your little town.

• What?! What is all this?! - Mishka expressed when he saw such a scenario that he had never witnessed. -What can I do, how can I help my people? - Desperate, and just having the book, quickly leafed through some pages to see how it can help.

"Some trap, some potion, something like making fire, something!" Mishka mentioned until he found something interesting.

• I need to exile, amulets and spears - He said while he got the material at home. -Now, it is the moment of truth- I was beginning to carry out the conversions when suddenly this becomes something more than an energy or an essence. "I feel weird, what happens!" He said as the parents arrived alerted, but observed what he had done.

• What did you do son? - said his father - I do not know, I want to be something useful out there, I do not know what to do! - Mishka said When a bandit suddenly enters the house, the parents swollen while Mishka exposed his hands in front of the intruder - Leave us alone! -

At that time the bandit is immobilized, the parents to see such a reaction and amazed at what just happened - Mishka, the alchemy you performed gave you a skill - Mentioned the Mother before the show happened. - I can do it - Mishka said - It's dangerous, I don't want to be hurt - Your mother begged - I must do it, I need to protect my people- Mishka said.

I took several objects, left the house and faced the bandits who had invaded. -You, shut up, they are not pleasant here, they hurt my people and my family! - Mishka said - a small young man, weak and barking, you do nothing - said one of the invaders out loud. -That you think- Making a gesture in hand makes the entire invading crowd fall to the ground leaving only their boss. Everyone else terrified watching from the small windows of their homes watched such an act happened - He has to leave, he won't take anything from here! - Mishka said - So, how? Show it - with a laugh he pronounced the leader of those bandits. Gathering all the objects taken from his house, he transforms it into power and adheres to it - You see - said Mishka -You and your little games as a child, foolish, useless! - said that subject. Mishka approached him extending his hand at the same time he watched as he became sand every time -What is this?! - he shouted in anguish - Your end - Mishka closed his fist by pulverizing it completely. Faced with such an act, his parents went out to him saying - You have a gift, but you cannot do such a thing, pure alchemy is for the pursuit of well-being, but you have made it into something of power and ability- -I don't know as it came out and everything, I just did as I said in the book - Mishka said trembling - We are going to teach you, but you should practice it only for good and only for good, Promise me. -said his mother -I promise, Mother- Mishka said.

During adulthood, Mishka trained every day perfecting her gift and skills, but suddenly. A fireball falls on the house and the trumpets begin to be heard. -What's going on?! - Shouted - It seems that they want to take away our lands, how many years we live here, so many generations have passed for something to happen at this time, something unthinkable, something unheard of! - exclaimed his father. - We have to go, the house burns! - said the worried mother - They were leaving the house, but Mishka returned to pick up something so precious, that alchemy book that so much curiosity happened since childhood - MISHKA! - Shouted his mother in plain - It was late, that book had Burned almost entirely, in order to save him, he tore those leaves still intact with severe burns, those leaves are the ones he had learned throughout his life. When he was running, he ran towards them, but suddenly, both were killed with arrows straight to the heart, glaring them completely, before such shock he was paralyzed, releasing the plain, shouted - Mother! Father! - Mishka was running towards them lamenting, but it was late, in sight there were several riders mounted with arrows pointing towards the people - Aim, Fire! - the general exclaimed to the locals, Mishka throwing himself towards the middle, shouted with all his lungs creating a protective wave in what bounced towards the ground - You will die for what you did! - Shouted at them, but in turn people said - Boy let's go, we can not do anything, we have nothing - Mishka approached them saying - We have nothing, but if we have something that can not take away, our value, our pride, our land that we have been here for so long, for centuries, we have to fight for it, trust me, let's fight so that it is not taken away from what we have worked for, our freedom- Through his words, people were filled with energy, strength, desire and much tenacity as if by magic - What is this, what is flowing in us - people said - it is the will, our will, our enthusiasm, our heart, we must fight! - He ran to the armed riders and behind it the people who decided to support him - Where this force comes out - said an old man - it is my disposition of my strength and being all - those soldiers fired arrows and threw fireballs behind them, Mishka with all that learned he makes a shield bouncing towards them lethal to the whole army, while the others took assault on the riders one after another until they were exterminated. -Nobody messes with us, we are 1, we share feelings, emotions, you will return to where they belong! -said while skillfully sweeping with them throwing them towards the river being taken to the sea. Days later the parents are buried near the Varia mountain in the middle of where the Qualthala and Rokrund rivers flow with a solemn ceremony in turn that says in a low voice - I'm sorry mother for not making good use of my gift, I feel for breaking the promise, but I will protect those who have to protect so that the most valuable of life is not taken away, I will protect the cost of my life, that will be my new promise. -

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