[The Chiargo Era was the most peaceful time in known history, with all the continents and nations of the world focused on their own development to reach their previous heights.
There is not much to say about this era, with everyone keeping to themselves and staying away from trouble. One thing of note however, was the appearance of the World's End Pirates that terrorized the entire world.
They were able to escape destruction for so long through the effort of their leader who was known as Stormbreaker. She had the power to call upon the sea to conjure great storms at her every whim, which made her practically invincible in the vicinity of the wide ocean.
However, after they attracted too much attention with their stealing spree their fleet of ships was attacked by the combined forces of the all the continents, which was composed of the best of the best and they were exterminated. But their extermination was not without a cost. Most of those who fought against them died because of Stormbreaker's final move, which was so destructive it created a spot which is still affected even today.
That spot is known as 'the Stormbreaker's Fury'...Excerpt from: THE ICONS THAT WERE THE WORLD'S END PIRATES]
[George's POV]
We've been sparring for a couple more days now, and I feel like I'm finally getting the hang of it. I lose most of the time that I fight, but I feel like I gain something from every fight.
We've sparred a lot today, and we're finally getting a break. I limped towards the wall {I had gotten injured today} and lay down against it. As I did so, I fell asleep and had a dream.
In my dream, I was back in Barilan Federation, in my old school, with my old classmates. It was a nice dream, much better than the current reality I'm living in. When I woke up, I started to reminiscence about my old friends.
The way I'm acting makes me feel like it was years ago when I last saw them, not just three months, but I can't help but to think that way. It's like I've gotten so much older in the short time I've been here, instead of just being a mealy three months older.
The time I've spent here feels like years. I wonder if I'll still be sane by the end of the three years. In some ways, I feel like I'm already mad. I suspect others feel the same way.
How can I be used to people dying? It's clearly not supposed to be like that. Life is precious, I know that in my heart but my body doesn't show any reaction when that precious thing is lost.
Am I really mad? The question poses a barrier to my current self. If I am, I can justify all my past and future actions using that. I can say 'It's not my fault, I'm not all right in the head' as an excuse to run away from my decisions. Very convenient, right?
The questions I ask myself these days remind me of what one of my friends, Egohbright used to say. He was an unusually bright guy, far ahead of the rest of us in the small, rundown school with walls that were chipped and dirty plus the damp, smelly classrooms.
His father worked at a fancy mental hospital as a low-level nurse. Every day, he would come home from work and tell his wife about the things that happened, and he would always make her promise not to tell anyone else about what he said.
Egohbright would listen in on their conversations from time to time and after a while, he started to doubt whether the people his father talked about were really mad.
To him, when someone was diagnosed with a mental disorder because of something like moodiness or anger issues, it seemed really unreasonable. He even heard his father say that someone was deemed a psychopath and remanded for treatment because they met all the points on a checklist. A checklist!
At the time, I only thought of him to be a really smart person because he was using all these fancy words that I couldn't understand and talking about complicated grown-up things.
But after all I've been through recently, I finally realized there was something wrong with him. No, wrong isn't the right word, it's more like he was suspicious. How could a five-year old have such dark thoughts?
He said that he believed that those we deem insane are actually seeing a different world than we do. Also when they speak, it sounds perfectly normal in their ears but awkward in ours.
Why is that? Put two hysterical people together, and when they have a conversation it sounds like they are completely insane. Put two 'normal' people together and we see them discuss the news, weather, even sports. We nod to ourselves and think 'Yes, these two are normal', but if others from another world in theory, were to listen to them speak they might classify them as normal and deem the average everyday man who likes to go for a drink after work and relax once in a while as insane.
The conclusion to his ramblings was that no one is insane, and everyone is insane at the same time.
That was just the outline of what he usually talked about. He went on about it for so long that I can remember the general gist of it. At the time I couldn't really understand his language but after the classes we've had here, I finally understand how strange he was.
There are some very interesting people out there. I wonder if I'll meet him again someday and find out what was up with him.
I sighed. Someday, huh? I wish someday would come quicker.
I got up and walked towards Alistair.
"Can we go another round?"
He nodded.
"Sure."
"Thanks."
We walked towards the mat and began to practice again.