Seven years ago, as Elias Hawthorne was preparing to close his herb shop on a peaceful night in Riverbend Hamlet, a small village located on the outskirts of Verdantia, he had to shut early.
Rumors of missing newborns were rampant, and it had been a busy day with many customers.
As he closed the shop, the sound of moving carriages at high speed and horses screaming pierced the night. A banner flew into his face, bearing the emblem of the notorious Cursed Artificers Guild, which was allied with the missing babies.Chills ran down his spine as he wondered what they were doing so far east.
After the silence that followed, a blast of light struck, momentarily turning night into day. The magical energy emitted shook the entire Aetheria realm.Despite his shock, Elias's body moved towards the Silverwater River.
There, he found a white glossy carriage painted in blood, surrounded by a lot of dead bodies and horses.The river ran red with blood. Among the dead were members of the Cursed Artificers Guild. Inside the carriage, a woman lay dead, protecting something beneath her stomach.
Nearby were dead mages, seemingly protecting the carriage.
As he ventured further, pondering the source of the light and what had killed the members of the dark guild, Elias heard a baby's cry coming from the carriage he had just passed. Realizing he hadn't heard it earlier due to shock, he hurried back.The woman had been protecting a baby boy with brown skin. It was evident that the dead were his parents, likely of noble blood, judging by the elite mages guarding the carriage.
Alongside the baby, there was something like a magic storage box that looked locked by magic. Such boxes were rare and not easy to get, and it was small enough to fit in a pocket. Additionally, the baby was wearing what looked like an enchanted pendant that was radiating weak magic. Elias wrapped the baby along with the box.His instincts urged him to leave the scene quickly. As a retired mercenary who understood the corruption in the kingdom, he took the baby and left.
The sister from the orphanage located in Mossy Hollow listened skeptically as Elias Hawthorne explained how he found the baby. However, she had no choice but to take the baby in, especially after feeling the powerful magic a week ago. Elias couldn't care for the baby, so he left him in her care.Before leaving, she asked him to give the baby a name, and he named him Oasis, after the desert kingdom of Avaloria, from where his brown skin likely originated.
Two weeks after the incident, news spread of the Divine King holy magic wielder, Sir Roland Lightbringer from the Holy Cathedral, who single-handedly destroyed the three most powerful dark guilds: the Cursed Artificers, Obsidian Shadows, and Nightshade Assassins.Since then, Sir Roland was titled "The Divine Avenger," and no dark guilds have been seen, thanks to his example.
When questioned about his presence in the east, far from the Holy Cathedral headquarters in the kingdom of Celestia in the western side of the realm, Sir Roland explained that he had been tracking the incidents for some time. The newborns of Celestia were also going missing, leading him to the dark guild from the south of the realm, the Cursed Artificers, rumored to have been seen in the east. Despite the two kingdoms not being on talking terms, he had no choice but to go there and ended up destroying all the involved guilds, including the other two. He emphasized , "I am acting in the best interest of mine kingdom and the realm's future." And he did conclude, declaring, "If aught resembling doth occur again to mine kingdom, the Holy Cathedral shall not tarry in its actions."Seven years had passed since the incident that changed the course of Oasis's life.In Verdantia, a kingdom renowned for its lush greenery, dense forests, sparkling rivers, and towering mountains, the verdant beauty of nature thrived.The people of Verdantia were deeply connected to the land, with druids and elementalists harnessing the power of earth and plants to protect their homeland. In the town of Mossy Hollow, located south of the capital city Sylvaneth, life carried on amidst the tranquility of nature.Mossy Hollow was a quaint settlement nestled in the embrace of the verdant forest, its cobblestone streets winding through clusters of wooden cottages adorned with vibrant floral gardens. On a sunny day just after the last harvest, the market square of Mossy Hollow bustled with activity.Merchants displayed their wares under colorful awnings, the air filled with the fragrant aroma of freshly baked bread and blooming flowers.Villagers gathered to barter and trade, their laught
A week later...Oasis continued his clandestine training with a stick, refining his swordplay skills.Determined to grow stronger, one morning he ventured to the nearby Silverwater River to practice in solitude, away from Sister's vigilant gaze.The sight of water flowing in the river was soothing, and the breeze rustling through the nearby forest was invigorating.As Oasis immersed himself in his training, he was approached by three older boys who mocked him for his lack of magical talent."Look at him, he thinks he's a knight training with a stick. He's talentless," one of the boys sneered, earning laughter from his companions. Unfazed, Oasis continued his exercises, ignoring their taunts.But one of the boys, Bozer, grew increasingly agitated by Oasis's silence. In a fit of anger, he unleashed a poorly controlled burst of wind magic towards Oasis, intending to humiliate him.The magic manifested in the form of a sharp arrow, hurtling towards Oasis with deadly intent.Just as the mag
Cough...cough...Oasis stirred, his consciousness slowly returning as he struggled to open his eyes.Blinking against the dim light filtering through the cracks in the wooden ceiling above him, he found himself in a small, rustic shelter.The air was heavy with the scent of herbs and earth, and the crackling of a nearby fire provided a comforting warmth.As his senses gradually sharpened, Oasis took in his surroundings with a mixture of confusion and curiosity. The shelter was sparsely furnished, with rough-hewn furniture crafted from sturdy timber.Pots of healing herbs lined the shelves, their fragrant aroma permeating the air.Through the open doorway, Oasis caught a glimpse of the tranquil landscape beyond – rolling hills dotted with wildflowers, and the gentle murmur of the nearby Silverwater River echoing in the distance.It was a scene of serene beauty, a stark contrast to the turmoil that had engulfed his recent memories.Struggling to sit up, Oasis winced as a sharp pain shot
"Po..poc.. pocket " Oasis Stammer.Oasis's hand trembled with anticipation as he reached into his pocket and retrieved the small, shimmering box.As he held it, the box expanded , matching the size of what was inside. With a curious expression, Oasis carefully opened the box, revealing its intriguing contents.Inside lay a finely crafted sword, its blade adorned with ancient inscriptions in a language long forgotten.The hilt was wrapped in supple leather, embossed with intricate designs depicting mythical creatures and ancient symbols.The blade itself slightly Visible as it covered by a cloth, gleamed in the light, its edge sharp and pristine, exuding an air of power and mystery.Sir Elias's eyes widened in recognition as he examined the sword."This is no ordinary blade," he mused. "It bears the markings of an ancient language, one that predates even the oldest texts in our kingdom."Beside the sword lay a set of highly enchanted garments, crafted from the pelt of a legendary guardi
In the heart of Sylvaneth, the bustling capital city of Verdantia, the air was alive with anticipation as the Verdant Council convened to discuss an upcoming event of great importance.The gentle rustle of leaves, carried on a soft breeze from the nearby Great Forest, provided a soothing backdrop to the murmurs of conversation that filled the council chamber.Seated around a circular table crafted from the finest wood of the Great Forest, the council members, comprising druids, rangers, and representatives from the tribes of the forest, gathered to deliberate."The Whispering Woods exam is a sacred tradition that has been passed down through generations," Elder Thalara, a venerable druid with wisdom etched into the lines of her face, began."It is a time for our young ones to commune with nature, to discover their strengths, and to learn the ways of our ancestors."Beside her, Ranger Aric, a seasoned tracker with eyes as sharp as a hawk's, nodded in agreement."Indeed, the Whispering W
Everyone in awe and silent...A ripple of surprise swept through the chamber at Queen Elara's announcement, as the council members exchanged glances of astonishment.The idea of including younger children in the exam was met with mixed reactions, with some expressing concern for their safety.Queen Elara's expression softened, her eyes filled with unwavering resolve."Rest assured, my dear council members, that every precaution will be taken to ensure the safety of our children during the exam.""The Orders of Guards and Army stand ready to intervene at a moment's notice, with the Sylvan Guard and Thornwatchers poised to protect our young ones from any potential threats."A ripple of reassurance spread through the chamber as Queen Elara continued."Furthermore, all dangerous mystic beasts of the Whispering Woods have been isolated and contained.""The remaining monsters and mystic beasts that the children may encounter during their exam have been carefully selected to provide them with
Meanwhile, in Riverbend Hamlet,on the banks of the Silverwater River, the tranquil waters flowed gently, reflecting the moon's ethereal glow.The river's surface rippled with a mesmerizing dance, mirroring the starry sky above and casting a serene ambiance over the hamlet.Sir Elias Hawthorne stood on the riverbank, his weathered features illuminated by the soft moonlight. Beside him, Oasis, still reeling from the revelations of his legacy, stood in silent contemplation.The magical box and its contents lay between them, a silent testament to the mysteries that surrounded them.The air was thick with anticipation as both Sir Elias and Oasis grappled with the weight of their thoughts.Seven years' worth of unanswered questions swirled in their minds, mingling with the echoes of Oasis's father's words.The letter's contents reverberated in the silence, each word carrying the weight of destiny and purpose.As they stood in quiet reflection, the tranquility of the night was suddenly shatt
As Sir Elias commenced his discourse on the various sword styles, the tranquil ambiance of the riverside remained undisturbed, save for the occasional leap of a fish as it broke the surface, creating ripples that danced across the water.The gentle murmur of the flowing river provided a soothing backdrop to Sir Elias's words, amplifying the sense of serenity that enveloped the scene."Before we delve into testing your magical affinity, let me enlighten you about the Most renowned sword styles in our realm," Sir Elias began, his voice carrying the weight of knowledge."Each kingdom has its own unique style, reflecting its culture and history.""The first sword style is the Celestial Blade, found in the Kingdom of Celestia," Sir Elias continued, his gaze drifting towards the heavens."It is a graceful and elegant style, imbued with the light and purity of the celestial realm. It is often used by the celestial knights who guard the holy cathedral.""The second style is the Frostbite Techn