Artistoria : Book 1

Green, Red, Blue, Yellow, Orange, Silver.My father once told me, "Owin, even though our world runs on Color, some things are more valuable.

You'll learn about them one day."I can remember the night he died so vividly; the argument..

The flames.. I've never felt such fear. In these last few years, it only faded to make room for one thing- fury.My Color has served me well since then.

It has strengthened my sword's swing so now, nothing can stand in my way.

Whether it's a Blue user that can leap over lakes or a Green that can transform their scream into a siren; I will cut them down.

I have traveled for years, searching for the strongest fighters to join my cause and now, I finally may have found one.

Leigh is so peculiar, though. She says that her motivations are similar to mine but she's so cagey and cautious.

At least her Orange is powerful, maybe even more than my own Red.

Honestly, that's all I care about.The cityscapes of Artistoria are seedy at best.

If we can sleuth through them, dodge this nuisance of a guild that I'm with, and find some more party members to fight alongside us, maybe we'll survive long enough to get what we both want.I've found it, father; something more valuable than even Color...

Vengeance.How hard can it be? I'm only going to kill the most powerful man in the world.