• Camber the word.
    “What this world is like. Just because 2 people can use magic makes them gods. I can’t believe it. Well I am only a map maker but I must say this world disappoints me. I hope I don’t have to worry. But I have a job to do. They can’t bear to see space travel. I wish I could help these poor misguided fools.”- Jonathan the galactic map maker
    Prologue: the 2 Gods

    It was night. The sky was semi cloudy and dull. 2 men were in a clock tower. One man, about 16, was wearing a black rain breaker and white pants. They were kind of baggy. He had long grey hair, an effect of some magic he tried, and blue eyes. He was holding a desert eagle. He was in a room with creates and a big square opening. If you fell it would be 17 stories before you stop. The crates were full of metal objects. They were to replace pieces in the bell 3 stories above. There was a loud footstep. The man in the black rain breaker jumped behind a crate hiding from the stairs that lead downwards. A man was coming up. He wore a black suit and matching top hat. His face was young but his eyes told so much about him. To normal people they would think he was kind but to the man in the rain breaker he could see his plan. Using magic to become dominant. He already had a similar hobby with money so this was just another domain. He had a ball of fire ready in his hand and it made him visible. The man in the rain breaker jumped from behind the crates and shot him in the left side of the chest. The man took a few steps back but then regained his balance. He had dextrocardia, a condition where the heart is placed more to the right side, so his heart was untouched by the bullet. “Damn, a Fortune.” The man in the rain breaker said. “You will have to do better than that “Revolver” the man who got shot said. The man was Ben Vilan Heydon, owner of Heydon companies. Revolver jumped back under cover. The Ben shot the fireball at the crates. It only set on fire. “Where was the explosion?” Ben asked. Revolver pointed his gun out from behind the crates and shot at Ben. He suddenly appeared in a different position but was sweating. It was going like a faucet. “I still need to get better at that.” Ben said. Sirens started sound outside. “Enjoy the punishment child!” Ben said. He disappeared into thin air. He collapsed at his mansion. Revolver had his gun disappeared into thin air. In the 5 minutes the police came to the 17th floor and saw the flaming crates and saw Revolver trying to put them out without magic. “Wait I know you. Somebody was fallowing you last month. We almost caught him but it’s like he disappeared into thin air. Was it him again?” a cop with darker pigmentation asked. “Yeah. I still couldn’t see his face” Revolver said. He knew they wouldn’t believe someone that had donated so much money to the police would indulge in illegal activity, much less magic. Only 2 people could use magic. Ben wanted Revolver out of the picture because Ben would not be able to take control of the world if he was there. They cops took Revolver to his foster home. Ben had killed both of Revolver’s parents so he went to a foster home. They were nice people but they wanted him to get on his own as soon as he could do it well so that he wouldn’t have to think of his real parents. As soon he walked in the door his parents handed him a letter smiling. “It looks like you have been invited by a Mr. Heydon. It’s only you but they say it’s going to be a day to remember. He will be showing is latest tech!” the mom said excitedly. They were rich but not nearly as rich as Ben. It was a big house. His mom was a techno freak while his dad could tell what kind of gun somebody was holding. Revolvers dad is the reason for his nickname and his introduction of the game series “Metal gear solid.” His nickname was because his hair was almost like revolver ocelot’s. “Well let’s see what happens.” Revolver said. He sighed. Lets hope Ben was in a wheel chair by now.