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Today, I kept heading to the next coastal town. I knew that danger was brewing if the pirates and phantoms decided to work together, or if they declared themselves enemies. The fact that a group of phantoms chose to steal the most recent shipment puzzled me. Mainly because I knew phantoms didn’t need medicine, and the harder stuff they’d likely be unaffected by. I figured it might be worth it for the sake of causing the pirates to be angry at the rest of us, so the phantoms could join the attack and take over. Maybe being a berserker is a valid trade in this world, and the phantoms could use that to enhance themselves. That’

“Master Ieoa, terrible news!” Someone said, as I was walking my way across the coasts. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “A group of phantoms just raided my village! Looted the whole thing, and the pirate ship that docked there. When it’s morning, they’re going to be furious. Could you do something? I’ve heard the myths of your powers.” This man said, forgetting to introduce himself, or anything else that might help me come to a solution before there might be a problem. “Of course I’ll do something.” I said.  Power began to surge through my veins, I knew exactly what needed

(Note: This chapter contains extreme political viewpoints, some of which are mine, some of which aren't. I'm including this, because this discussion in this chapter goes much further than the rest of the story.) I started heading to the other coast, and I got a message from the servants. “These kids are developing strange powers, what do I do? Is there a way to get them to stop?” She asked. “So, that’s what I wanted to happen. Anyway, yes there’s something you need to do. There’s a white powder in the cabinets, give a cup to them daily.” I said. “There’s two of them.” She said. R