Years after the ministry of the Disciples of Christ, men began losing faith and darkness plunged back into the hearts of men. The taste for power, the glory of strength and riches became god over men. Drunken with the rhythm to restore balance to the dying world, the Drokan clan and other groups rose to power all in the name of making the world a better place. In the chaos of the world, Elroy; a handsome young man, on his way in search of answers to his life finds himself in an obscure situation in the Western plains. Having lost his memories and captured, he is rescued by his child hood friend, Mira. After which both fled to the west-southwest plains were Elroy is introduced into Mira’s group, “Seekers squad”, from then dark secrets began unraveling as well as the terror of Elroy’s past.
View MoreElroy trots his horse on the dry dirt, swarming with dead leaves along a narrow trail - running through the woods - a portion of the kingdom of Riana - it is a forest of thick growing tall trees bearing brownish leaves.
Elroy is an average height, fair alluring young gentleman with a good physique. His hazel green eyes beamed with his smile so cheerfully even the unkind twilight breeze rejoicing with the creaking branches found comfort in his short wavy brunette hair.
“At last Celsius, our journey to the Kingdom of Riana is finally over.” Elroy strokes the mane of the stallion, gazing up at the thick stone walls of Riana miles away.
Riana is the supreme and largest kingdom in the western regions, ruled by his majesty; King Eric Levia.
At about half a mile, Elroy halts his stallion catching glimpse of a boy struggling with a large bag. He trots his stallion closer to the boy, willing to give him a helping hand.
“Where are you heading boy?” Elroy glanced about in case it was a trap set by bandits.
“The kingdom of Riana sir, "the lad took no turn to see who was speaking, he kept pulling the bag, "I’ll be highly grateful for your assistance.” The filthy looking lad pleaded.
Elroy wanes off Celsius, taking the burdensome bag from the swollen hands of the young lad - yet keeping an eye out for sudden moves.
“Wow!” he exclaimed “This is heavy, what’s in it?” he asked with a suspicious thought.
“Muerte y anos de sustantivo (Death and years of suffering)”
Elroy recognized the Eastern tongue. “Aha! You must be from the Eastern-lands.” Elroy replied jokingly, not knowing what the young lad had said to him.
After mounting the bag on the back of Celsius, a familiar stench came upon Elroy's nose; too familiar he tries to grasp the stench when a bright light flashes behind him, enough to cast a huge shadow in front of him. Elroy instantly turned around in a bit to draw his sword.
He trembled in fear, his body unwilling to move, for the aura blazing out into the atmosphere signified nothing but death.
Before Elroy came back to the realism of the situation; he found himself spinning in the air, with a brutal force enough to knock a child out cold he landed on the ground meters away from the creature.
The creature saw no pity in devouring Celsius alive; it nibbled and chewed, scratching and tearing Celsius apart like it hasn’t eaten for days. Elroy lay numb - unable to move or flinch a finger, on the verge of blacking out Elroy beheld a flash of lightning followed by the head of the beast gyrating into the dark.
BEGINNING OF THE END
At once Elroy opened his eyes with a weighty breath, exhaling at a snail's pace.
What was that? He thought. It felt so real, was it a dream? He took a good look again and noticed he was lying on a bed in an unknown room; his hand cuffed to each handle of the bunk.
Regarding the room, it seems like one owned by a healer, it was stuffed with various sizes of kegs oozing with medicinal stench. By his side was a large mirror and from his reflection he could see a white cloth tied round his head as well as a man standing by the entrance of the room which he turned over to.
“Hey! You.” He called out to the tall sender man, with bristly white hair, dressed in black woolly cloak.
“Why have I been restrained?” Elroy demanded an answer.
“Seems your memory is not yet restored.” The man spoke with a shallow tone, disgust roving all over his ripened face, “either way I will get paid.”
“Let me go this instant.” Elroy demanded, shaking the bunk as he tries to set himself free.
“Not at the moment, you must recompense for the carnage you committed, Sara!!”
A young lady dressed as the healer was, rushed into the room.
“You called for me sir.”
“Go get the Soldier, tell them the boy is awake and fit, don’t forget to collect the pay.”
“Yes sir.” Sara stepped out of the room.
Elroy was lost in confusion of how he ended up in such an obscure situation, he couldn't remember anything, how he got here-what he was planning-what he did to get such a cruel treatment and what he was doing before he got here; arguing in his thoughts he failed to notice the healer falling down unconscious due to a hard whack to the back of his head.
He soon snapped back when a figure approached him, turning over, he sets his eyes on a pale, young lady, endowed with rare magnificence, holding a wooden staff - he could have sown he knew her scent from somewhere but he can't recall a single thing.
Her dark-long hair put up to form a bun by a black band along with the brown leather sleeveless and pants gave her an expression of a foe rather than friend.
“Who are you?” Elroy was concerned.
“Let’s make a deal, stay still then I won't have to leave you to the fate awaiting you.”
Elroy nodded to avoid further implications while the maiden tried unlocking the shackles holding his hands.
Not quite long from when she had opened the shackle a Soldier stepped in, clad in dark-blue leather armor with a large four-point white star crested at the chest region; Elroy recognized this one thing - how he knew he wondered - the capital armor for a soldier of Riana.
Looking at the floor the Soldier could see the unconscious body of the healer, over at the bed Elroy being freed by a strange lady.
“You there, stop!” the Soldier ordered, reaching for his sword.
“What seems to be the problem sir?” the fair beauty asked kindly as she straightened up.
Not minding the words of the lady the Soldier drew his sword from the scabbard hanging by his side which matched his armor, killing intent engraved in his eyes, but somehow the young lady had closed unto him; a swing from her staff unto the unguarded head of the Soldier shattered the staff, knocking him out.
Meanwhile Elroy had fully unlocked the shackle on his hands but most of all amazed at the maiden’s reflex.
“Well don’t just sit there," the maiden charged Elroy, "we don’t have much time, there is a troop of cavalry waiting downstairs.”
“Then how do we leave this building?” Asked Elroy while he stood up on his feet.
Devoid of much thought, the maiden gazed towards the wide window, "Are you scared of heights?"
"No, hopefully." Elroy wasn't sure.
"Good." She smiled.
She dashed towards the window pulling Elroy with her, off the window they went from the third floor of the four floor cottage, yelling until they crashed on a large pile of haystack.
Like the maiden knew what was coming, five Riana Soldiers stormed into the room with arrows nocked on their bows ready to annihilate any enemy. As Elroy and the maiden got off the hay everyone in the hectic neighbourhood began staring at them, indistinct murmuring springing out from the gathering crowd.
“Are you insane?” yelled Elroy, his heart still racing. “What were your chances of landing safely?”
“Quite down and enjoy the moment,” the maiden spoke with gladness.
“I’m not going anywhere, not until you tell me your true motives for helping me.” He stood firm, awaiting an answer that may help him remember.
Within that instance, an arrow breezed Elroy’s face, placing a sharp cut on his cheek before piercing into a moving wagon.
“Seven hells." Elroy held his cheek, staring at the arrow on the wagon.
An archer standing inside the room missed his mark due to the prickly rays coming from the afternoon sun; the young lady didn't wait to know what happens next, she quickly pulled Elroy towards the crowd.
As they force their way through the enormous and eventful crowd, a group of Riana Soldiers still slacking behind raced after them.
“Hope you know how to fight?” Asked the maiden, now wearing a serious look.
“As much as I remember, to an extent.” Elroy assured himself - feeling sure.
“You’re going to need it.”
As soon as they came to an open space in the district square, two Royal guard wielding their long swords hurried out in front of them.
Heavy armored Soldiers, attached to their Riana armor is a black cape to single them out from normal Soldiers; although their brute nature already did so.
Splitting from each other one charged towards the lady while the other towards Elroy.
One look at the advancing Soldier Elroy, for some reason knew what to do from the attack coming, as soon as the Soldier swung his sword Elroy - nippy on his feet avoided the fatal blow, which sent the Soldier crashing into the dirt. One of the limitations of using a large sword; Elroy without delay followed the maiden, who had already knocked out her foe and fled towards the bridge leading out of the district.
Rune Clan The gruesome clash raged on in the main streets and alleys, wailing and death cries rose up as fragrance accompanied by the resounding of clashing swords. Commander Eslar lifts her sword up with a shout then slashed down on a Drokan Soldier’s head before kicking forward against his chest, making it easy for her to yank the sword out. From her rare another Drokan Soldier slashed at her, which she deflects with her shield before plunging her sword into his neck; she pulled the sword out allowing him to drop down, giving view to a teenage figure vested in green hooded cape - wielding a steel spear with curved blades at both ends. “Such a young fellow, but yet a killer, God have mercy on these savagery.” Eslar was not prepared to hold back. Another Drokan Soldier charged at Eslar with a slash but she eluded his attack then sliced his lower belly with a clean cut, allowing his guts to drop out. “The battle field is no place for a woman." The lad spoke in the northern tongue,
By the waterfront of Rune Clan, ten sail-ships were anchored, there was no sign of the town folks, the dockyard was in disarray as well as the market and it was as though everyone left in a hurry. By the front-rare of the ship Commander Eslar stood beside Prince Fredrick, surveying the numb-still town. “This feels like a trap.” said Prince Fredrick “It’s very obvious,” Eslar agreed then turns over to the three Knights behind her. “Alright, Sri Zick - Sri Tom - Sri Amos.” She called at obliging the Knights to clasp their hands behind their back. “Coordinate every ship here, all archers are to take vantage points, defend the people at all cost, especially the Queen and her children.” The Knights agreed with a bow then walks away. Along the main street of Rune Clan, Commander Eslar alongside Prince Fredrick and Tihon amidst a large company of Ramenia Knights treads carefully, watching out for any unfamiliar movement. “I saw a man peeping through a window,” Prince Fredrick whispered “
Kingdom of Ramenia Castle Compound The top of the Castle was a spherical marbled-surface having short walls round about it, Prince Fredrick stands beside Commander Eslar, enjoying the unsettling breeze of the early morning and the wonderful sight of Sud. “This is just marvellous.” Prince Fredrick took a deep breath; the view of Sud in full length was the slice of a pie, green on the edges. “You know what else is great," Eslar glints at Prince Fredrick whose gaze was on her - eager for a befitting reply. "Beating you in a duel and becoming the best swords-woman in the West and South.” “It will be my pleasure to end that dream my lady.” Prince Fredrick guaranteed, his sword already in his hand. “Once in a life time offer.” Eslar steps backward, giving a good distance as she drew her sword. “I’ll try going easy on you.” Prince Fredrick assured before clasping one hand behind his back. “Your ignorance will cause you to bow to my victory, Fredrick.” Prince Fredrick was caught off g
ORLANDA RAMSEY The town of Ciadac, a South-east town managed by the Clan of Raging Crows; a clan once feared for their mastery over the darkest sorcery years ago. This dreaded clan soon came to know the God and Lord of the Christian faith as soon as the next in command, Lord Aaron Rooks, stepped into power. The Raging Crows are now known as the Purifiers Creed, whose main aim became to preach against evil acts, as tagged evil by the Holy Scriptures; as well as punishing evil men and women who derived joy in engaging wicked acts. In the bliss of the tepid evening atmosphere, Orlanda Ramsey looking ravishing as always, trots his horse through a market, smiling cheerfully at the serenity of the town; coming close to a compound gate, he halts his horse in front of the five spear-men clad in leather gray hooded armor. "State your business,” the middle spear-man ordered “You speak to Orlanda Ramsey, second in command of the Purifiers forces.” “To whom do I owe?” the Soldier pronounced.
Kingdom of Riana Fifth district-West section Wielding his long sword Jerrod Rooks stood still and calm on the bridge linking the West section of the fifth district and that of the sixth, peering at the veil. He turns over to his seven Soldiers holding torches and their swords then he gazed at Commander Darren standing behind his Soldiers. “Remember what I told you Darren.” “I will Sri Jerrod.” Jerrod turned back to the veil, he sighed then walked into it, as though he was submerged in water, the veil sucked him in - the Soldiers hesitated in their movement but eventually followed. Jerrod and his Soldiers trended the numb silent streets of the obscure ice-cold town, frost following every breath, carefully observing their surroundings, on getting to the town square they beheld with their eyes the bodies of the towns folk, stacked up together and the children sitting round about the pile of bodies; aside this there was a child standing before the sore sight, appearing to be dead but
Kingdom of Riana The heavy down pour came with fury and thundering, driven on all sides by the raging wind - a thick fog hovered over Riana, so dense no one would know who or what was close by. In the west section of the fifth district, two children - male and female, about six-seven years straightened up on their beds due to the loud rumbling and howling. They stared at each other, looking gloomy and drowsy; they stood up on their feet walking out of the room as though they were not in control. The female child opened the door on reaching it, allowing the heavy down pour to gust into the cottage but still the parents of the children were fast asleep, a flash of lightning revealed several figures in the fog - off the children went into the fog. Three days later Fifth district-West section Eight men, mature and young - rode their horses through the empty main street, halting their horses not too far from Commander Darren who stood with five Riana Soldiers in front of the bridge lea
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