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After months of saving up and hopping from place to place temporarily I noticed something. 

   Whenever I stayed too long in one place it would have the unfortunate fate of being burned down. 

   No matter what precautions I took it would always seem to happen. After the fourth or fifth time however a burn mark in the shape of the number 3 appeared from the remains of the burnt down apartment. 

   Though this might just be my mind playing tricks on me I decided to trust my gut that for sure this is now not some extreme coincidence and I decided that once it counted down to 1 I would be prepared to face who or whatever is trying to f**k my life over.

As the days counted down to my fated encounter, I planned how I would approach this.

   I already resigned from my job because from what I have gathered it seems that the acts of arson occur whenever I am not home so I decided that I would hole myself up at home in order to catch this motherfucker. 

   As the much awaited month arrived I had already had enough sleepless nights as I lay in my bed listless. Coincidentally It would seem that this month lined up with the rainy season, as I though how could this arsonist burn pull off his next heist as it rained pretty much all throughout the day. 

I grew anxious as I waited and I waited to see what would happen and out of nowhere a jarring knock on the door threw me out of my stupor. 

   As I made my way to the door my heart pounding, I prepared myself to face whatever was on the other side of that door. 

As I opened the door lightning flashed revealing a large burly silhouette outside the pouring rain. Are you the one responsible for burning down my past apartments? I ask. The burly figure spoke: Noah Ramirez, male, 5'8, black hair, dark brown eyes... he then went on to list details about myself as I stood there dumbfounded.

   Noah Ramirez the burly figure spoke again, I have been tasked with tormenting your life and eventually ending it as well.

   Listen man I don't know what the hell is going on but whoever tasked you with screwing with my life has the wrong f*****g guy.

   I am not mistaken the figure says. The figure took one step forward, as he stepped into the light his features became visible. 

   He was huge around 6'5ish, square jaw and a distinct scar that ran across his face. But the most terrifying and note worthy feature about him was his eyes, His eyes were a deep shade of crimson that bore into my soul as he stared at me. 

A million thoughts were running through my mind, What the hell did I do?, I can't take him in a fight, and why the hell am I gonna die? 

   In my line of work I am known as the Head Hunter, and even though tonight should be the night that you must die seeing as the countdown has finally reached 1 I think I can take a bit more time with you the head hunter says. 

   Listen kid, I know just how f*****g clueless you are and that's the only reason why I'm not taking your life today. 

There are many forces at work that pull the strings behind the scenes and the only reason I took this job is because you have the potential to give me a good fight. 

   I won't tell you everything but that should be enough to get you started kid. I'm giving you a year to learn everything you, after a year we fight to the death. But in year I'm giving you to prepare yourself I will be sending people after you. 

   He is arriving the Head Hunter says, you are about to meet one of the many players participating he will get you started. Give me an entertaining fight and do not disappoint me. 

With that the Head Hunter vanished in a blink of an eye. My mind was a f*****g mess, I couldn't process half of what the hell this head hunter guys was telling me and now you're telling me I have to fight him to death in a year? I'm in such deep s**t.

The sound of footsteps approaching bring me back to reality as I look to my left and see a man walking up to me, after looking closely I realized that a f*****g weirdo was approaching me. 

   He was wearing some sort of blue tights like some reject superhero and he had dark brown boots covered in dried mud and fingerless gloves to match. 

   He looked like a man in his forties, He has somewhat of a stubble and he had his blonde hair in a pompadour as he smiled at me. 

   You must be Noah? he asked, the only response I could think of with my fried brain was a quick "nope wrong guy", instantly regretting how much a dumb answer this was. 

   Ah s**t, my bad buddy the guy said as he began to walk off. Did that just actually f*****g work? I think to myself, I used this opportunity to head back inside. After pacing a bunch in my apartment trying to understand the situation I was in I decided to hit the hay seeing as my brain was so fried with how much of a s**t show tonight was.

As the sunlight streamed onto my face, I woke to loud knocks to my door. Groggily I answered the door, to my surprise the guy knocking on the door was the same blue costume wearing guy I met last night. 

   You are Noah, why did you have to lie to me last night man? the guy said. Listen man I just woke up I don't have the time to process any of this bullshit, just let me have breakfast first and then we can discuss how you are going to kill me later, okay? 

   Then let me have breakfast with you! the guys says, By the way the names Eddie!

   As we ate breakfast I began asking this Eddie guy about my situation. 

   Listen man, before you kill me can you at least explain to me what's happening? 

   I say. First of all I'm not killing you, second of all these eggs are way to damn salty, and third of all believe it or not but I'm actually here to help you, I'm here to take you under my wing, you are about to be my apprentice, my sous chef, the robin to my batman, you get my drift? Eddie asks. Hard f*****g pass I say to Eddie. 

   Listen kid let me break it down to you, have you ever heard of magic? 

   what the f**k even is thi- I get cut of by Eddie, just shut it for a bit kid and let me break it down for you.

   Listen for the most part magic is a thing of the past, it was overshadowed by the rise of technology but back then at the height of it's era magic meant power, it solved wars, disease, gave enlightenment and so so much more. 

And at the center of it two forces often clashed, there is no distinct name for the two factions but they represented both Order and Chaos. 

   Under their power they were able to manipulate reality itself, fortunately for us since they were often at odds with one another they also took the responsibility of keeping each other in check, as Order creates and as Chaos destroys and vice versa. 

   I know that this is too much for your pea sized brain but bear with me kid. 

Because of their constant conflict which spanned generations the huge amount of magic they amassed and manipulated suddenly evolved into a sentient being for each faction respectively, with this, each person every generation was granted power by this sentient force of magic. 

   However people are only granted power if a person from the other was granted power first, the sentience of the magic both adopted the philosophy that they should balance each other out. 

    This made it so that there can be no wielder of magic from order without there being someone from chaos and vice versa. 

And that brings us to the present day kid, I believe that you met someone before me last night, and if my assumptions are correct that person is currently the agent of chaos for this generation. 

   As information overloaded my brain I began asking questions, curiosity getting the best of me as I wanted to understand what the f**k was happening to me. So how do you know all this? I ask Eddie. 

   I was the previous person bestowed with magic, and I had to fight my own representative from chaos Seeing as I am alive now it's safe to assume that I won the fight. 

    What happens to your magic after beating the other guy? and I was I chosen? I ask.

The moment a person from one side wins they gradually lose their power, only being left with a fraction of what they once had because of the sentience of both magics once one side losses a representative they also take back the power they bestow because of their belief that they should balance each other out.

   Why you were chosen however I do not know, I never knew why I was chosen, neither the person before me and the person before that. 

   The magic has its reasons for choosing you I'm just here to help guide you so that you survive your fight with the Head Hunter.

   And thus the hellish training for the rest of the year began.