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digits: Ten. This gives them the greatest ability of all:
And with it, it is said to be able to exceed any other living being
in the universe.
    However,
that is still yet to be proven so.
    Our own
world maybe medieval by its weapons, and even its magick in some
aspects, but it is about more than a system that exists on
self-gain. Even the Star-Catchers can see that: The five moons that
surround this amazing world.” She remember he looked up to two of
the moons above in the sky then.
    “Astora’s
democracy is fair by nature; we rebelled from Amaranth with our
rulers, thank the gods. We have had many rulers and people who
cared about one another. Not just how much they can fit into their
pockets. This world is a combination of the Edeolon religion and
the demi god ‘Starao’, which was the most loved god, regardless of
her being half of one.
    Adalas is a
much more secretive planet than Amaranth and Astora. There were
even rumours they were not entirely human; but no known person knew
if this was true or not.
    Their lands
have a futuristic feel. With supposed technology none of the other
two worlds could figure out.
    Their
planet was mostly filled with white, tall buildings over the
surface. Where three hundred statues that were one hundred foot
tall looked exactly the same and were spread around their land. It
was told to people that their palace was hidden, like our Silver
Cathedral’s. The very thing people remember Adalas for, was their
magickal blacksmith abilities.
    Indestructible swords, shields that reflect projectiles back to the
fired target, and magick bows with no need of a single arrow; these
are only a few of what they can craft. Although they craft the
weapons to help those in need only; as Adalasians are the
peacekeepers of our Starao three worlds. Where the king of kings
lives: The king that rules over all three worlds.”
    The child
then fell into another direction with her daydreaming, much like
Christian did. Without the memory of her father attached. Though
this was very much connected to what she was told by her father, to
a degree.
    She was on
a field with a mass of people from all three worlds on Astora with
her mother. She was near Christian even at this time, and him with
his sister and mother also. The entire hordes were quiet, waiting
to hear from someone who stood in front of the sight of the crowds
still amassing even now. Everyone stood in a thick, large, circle,
focussing on this man.
    “Once a
year there is this competition between Amaranth, Adalas and
Astora,” said the man all eyes were waiting for. He’d spoken so
concise and proper and loud, though not loud as if it felt forced
and caused his voice to crack. “The victorious is given nothing,
other than the satisfaction of their pride. The loser is given just
as little, except the bitter feelings of jealousy, resentment and
shame that comes along with losing.”
    Eleanor
knew the game was created to keep the worlds sharp at battle for
the times they would have no other choice but to do so. So when the
time did come, their skills where still as strong and sharp as they
were hundreds of years ago, which is when this competition
began.
    Yet that
all changed last year.
    The king of
kings, who held this competition and had just spoken, began to see
the fierce competitive spirit in too many and it began to come
through with his words. Unlike all others, the king of kings could
see the sense of things other people could not. He knew what would
happen if the angered Astorians lost to another game against
Amaranth this time.
    It
seemed the king of kings could see things that may be so, yet it
was never clear if he truly could. Maybe the wise could see many
more paths of truth than those who have lived so little in
comparison , though Eleanor to herself, tilting her head in the
now to see some sense in what she thought.
    The king of
kings continued in her daydream:
    “My Starao
people, you seem to have forgotten the point in this game. It