I believe joker cut it off in endgame <| sep |> No way does Neymar get in ahead of Bale . The others yes <| sep |> It was once said that trees had filled the world , a blanket of green covering the land , offering homes to many strange creatures , and food for others . Even humans used them to make houses of wood and used them to grow food . That was before the war . Now such things are queer thoughts . The Unwritten War as it is called by many mostly because historians didn ' t have enough materials to properly document it , had destroyed most of the woodlands in an attempt to produce more books or to hinder the supply from the enemy . No one is quite sure who had won that war , many say it was everyone that lost . Today paper is worth almost as much as gold . The remaining trees are carefully guarded and only a small supply of paper is made from them , and with great care . Only Libermancers , those who burn books to draw power from the stories , have regular access to this paper . I am one of them , learning the art of Libermancy from my master . A rare talent that many people do not possess . It is difficult to find those with the capability to use Libermancy as it only shows in about one in a million people and books are too rare to burn haphazardly . Many thoughts filled my head as I continued down the path , looking at the landscape with dusty red soil and dead and dying shrubs . large natural walls of rock came close to the edge of the road . Among the rocks a yell reverbed through them and a band of thieves poured out from all around me . Probably marked me as an easy target in my apprentice robes white robes , with a single strip of blue paper going from my shoulder to my elbow . The higher a persons mastery , the more strips one earns . Libermancers always carry the power to burn with them at all times so they may draw power more quickly from other books , and I am no different . I pull out a book and burn it in less than a second . The words from the book fill my head and allow me to draw its power . The story called Godly greed is about a god that in his greed wrapped a chain around the moon and pulled it towards him , the god lost his kingdom when the moon fell and he lost his worshipers as people worshiped the moons instead , he was then forgotten and disappeared . The power from this book is the power to Pull . I target the nearest bandit I will a ghostly chain out from my hand as I point it towards him and attaches to his left leg . I pull with the right timing and it causes him to stumble in his charge . Some the words that once filled my head burned out of memory as I used some of the power , once all the words disappear then I can no longer access the power . I turn around and pull out another book The cursed gift a story about a good man that was given the power of fire by the devil . he first used this power for good , but slowly he was corrupted by his power and in the end his soul was claimed by the devil . This gave me the power of fire , and is the same power I used to burn the other book . I can set the fire only in places I have touched . I draw a line in the ground with my foot and a wall of fire pours out from where my foot touched as if I ripped open a path to hell . The bandit on that side freezes as there path is blocked giving me time to fight on one side . I turn back and the bandit I tripped before is back on his feet and just a few feet infront of me . I shoot out my chain again only this time I set it alight and aimed towards his sword arm . His arm blazed in pain as he dropped his weapon . a second bandit charged past him and I flicked the still attached chain towards the new attacker . he ducked below the flaming chain and kept moving forward . The ghost chain is almost invisible to a normal man , but while flaming he could see it clearly . I take a low stance and pull again , only this time I pull myself toward the end of the chain . I am pulled low under the nearest bandits swing and grabbed his leg on the way past . Within seconds he turned to ash . The other bandit was collapsed on the ground holding his arm in pain . I decided he was no threat right now . the flaming wall fizzled out and the four remaining bandits charged forward . I attached the chain to a wall nearby them and pulled myself towards it . I shot across the bandits path , leaving another fire wall as I pass . I then pulled a bandit into the flames with a chain pull . another took a swing at my head , but I ducked under the blow and grabbed his face and turned him to ash . I pulled another wall putting the two remaining bandits between me and the wall of fire . I pulled behind the fire and shot towards the one in front I use the momentum from the pull to kick him and his ally into the fire wall . with an end to the fight I dispersed the flames . the remaining bandit with the burned arm was whimpering in fear and shock . I nodded my head to signal him it was safe for him to run , and he ran off as fast as his leg could take him without falling . I had no need to kill him , and besides the stories he tells would probably deter more wouldbe bandits from doing the same . I dust the soot off of my robe and continue down the path to meet my master . the libermancers is a really good prompt . I hope more show up so I can read more .