Kay and Liria, after a quick analysis about the youngster fight and magics, where walking towards the end of the first floor.
Kay was wearing the hide of the dog he skinned, with Liria wearing another type of fur. Somehow, Kay thought, she seemed even more beautiful in that silver cloak. It was like the coat highlighted her skin and hair.
Looking at his own hand, Kay remembered the talk he had with Liria.
"Your main affinity is fire." She had said, a couple minutes earlier, lowering the hand that was in front of his face.
"How do you know that?" He had asked in search for the answer.
"It's a little trick that the Runecrafters had come across a couple of centuries ago." She begun, with a nostalgic smile on her face. "Fact is, when using a spell, the element you used will mix in your Jing, and for us Runecrafters, we deterrence some of that Mana, with the characteristics of that element we just used. That is where lies our affinity." She finished the explanation.
"What is in your mind, my apprentice." Liria, the one who was walking ahead of him, asked, shaking Kay off of his flashback.
"Just your explanation, that's all… still, there is something that just… don't add." the youngster said, looking seriously at Liria, which made her tense a bit. "Just how old are you? I mean, when you spoke of that method earlier, you had a homesick look upon your face. Like you lived and participated when this method was created."
Liria stopped, making Kay stop too. She looked at the stone ceilling, with a contemplative look upon her face.
"I'm old enough to have fought against the first Magic King, long before the humans had conquer Amynistrad." She said, beginning to walk once more, leaving a mouth agape Kay right after her.
"But… but the first magic king lived thousands of years ago." He said, walking by her side now.
"Yes, but you know us elves, longest live span out of all the five kingdoms and all that shit." She said, nonchalantly. No, it was almost like she desired it to end already, her live that is. The way she spoke of something most people would kill to have… it just felt wrong.
Her voice was tired and her body language spoke volumes about her frustration. It was almost like it was a curse for her, something Kay couldn't really relate with, so he just kept quiet.
After some minutes of quiet walking, they came across a big door. It was black in color and had a few runes inscribed in it. However, instead of the usual blue that shone in the walls of the dungeon, it was a scarlet red, almost bloody in color. A little above the runes, a skull rested. It's void orbs looked at both Liria and Kay, almost testing they're will to advance.
Kay was about to open the door. He knew after all that the boss room was right behind it, but Liria stopped him.
"If you touch this doors without reading the runes first, you're going to die." She said, with a sad smile on her face. She knew why she couldn't advance from this point. The second Magic King made sure of that.
"Then, what is inscribed there? I mean, why don't you read it?" Kay asked, and she sighted. That was the moment of revealing the truth.
"Kay, do you know why only humans could made past the first floor of the dungeons of Amynistrad?" She asked, the volume was above a mere whisper, and Kay shook his head, feeling tense at her expression. "The truth is that, only humans who know about Runecraft can go beyond from here. If someone tries to open it forcefully, they would trigger a defensive mechanism that would kill them immediately."
Kay gulped at that, he was thankful that Liria had stopped him, however, something she spoke just wasn't right…
"Wait… then, you're only teaching me Runecraft so I could open this door?"
"Yes… you see, after the humans prevailed against the four ancient noble clans, after the Magic King slayed my lord and lover, I became part of a guild of thieves. We would rob graves and sell the goods, while keeping some of the treasures to ourselves. We came here, by my wish, to recover my lord's diary, but only a human with Runecraft could do so... a trap that would forever bind me here, since you need a Key to open the exit."
"So… that's all I am to you… a key?" Kay asked, annoyed, scratch that, he was absolutely livid! His Mana exploded outwards, and he looked at the door and it's runes. "Patakh ett hasha'ar mevulegann!" The young man, no, the sorcerer screamed, making the door in front of him burst open. His eyes shone with power, and the Mana around him and inside of his body was swirling with pure, unadulterated hatred. Walking towards the gate in front of him, he kept going, his Mana scaring the beings that were ahead of him.
Yes, the boss room was filled with skeleton soldiers, and all of them knew that the kid in front of them was in another league.
'How… how could he open the door without any knowledge in the Runic language. Screw that, how does he possess all this power?' She thought, before a sudden though crossed her mind. 'Fire is his affinity, and all this Mana… could it be? No, they were all slayed with my master… he couldn't possibly be one of them, right?'
All Kay saw was red. He was tired of it, of everyone lying to him. He just wanted to restart it… to be free… but no! Everyone had to try to manipulate him.
In his anger, he failed to noticed that, the boss of the room wasn't afraid of him… in fact, he seemed to be exited at the prospect of a challenge.
The boy only noticed the giant bone sack with the immense Claymore sword coming his way. In fact, he just noticed that the sword was thrown towards him when it was too late. He was pushed out of the way.
"Hey, what's the big idea…" He stopped mid sentence, looking at the form in front of him. It was Liria, with her face contorted in pain.
A giant blade was nailed at her chest, and she kept spitting blood. Her eyes looked at him for a moment, before she screamed in pain as a giant skeleton hand took the sword out of her abdomen. She had fallen in front of him, in a pool of her own blood.
"Li… Liria… why? Why have you done that!" He screamed, pain and confusion in his eyes with the prospect of his master and friend being killed… no, scratch that. He became charmed by her beauty, her confident attitude did make his heart flutter and he admired her strength and wisdom. He loved her, but he knew the feeling was platonic, so why?
"I… I don't know… in a moment I saw a giant sword heading your way… the other, I was here… in front of you…" Her voice was fading, and she had trouble breathing.
The strangest thing, however, was that neither the boss or the skeletons were attacking. It would be the perfect time to kill them, Kay was distraught, and his power sudden power surge ended.
It was almost like they were mourning over her death. It was, after all, possible. According to her, she liver here for a few centuries and the monsters probably saw her as one of them own, since she existed there from the age this dungeon was formed. Kay understood that, what he couldn't understand was why?
Why he felt guilty? Why he felt so much pain in his chest, like he wanted her to survive, even after being betrayed by her. Liria's face then begun to, once again, change. Not her expression, but her age. It was like she was aging a year by a second.
At that moment, Kay understood something. She wasn't going to make it.
When an elf begins to age like that, it is because they're Mana was depleting from this world. She took his hand and begun to spoke words that would forever be marked inside himself.
"Kay… you need to become the Magic King… I don't know how, but somehow… you're a descendant of the Phoenix clan…" She said, shocking every monster who heard it. Kay, however, was just focusing on remembering her last words, as if that would keep her alive. "I'm pathetic you know… I came here with my crew to find my lover's legacy… something he left for me… and it ended up killing every elf that was with me… never once I thought that his legacy… his will… would come to me after a millennia. I couldn't even go beyond the first floor… and yet… you came for me… the last gift the Phoenix clan gave to this stupid servant… Kay… please… become the Magic King… please, correct the bad blood between humans and elves… please… I beg you… bring back those golden days where everyone could be happy in Amynistrad."
After she finished those words, her skin, wrinkled and aged beyond recognition, begun to turn itself to dust.
After the skin, came the muscles, and after the muscles, it was the bones, and soon, only dust remained of the dark elf once named Liria.
At that moment, in front of his enemies, at the doors of death, Kay cried. Rivers and rivers of tears.
"If only I heard what she had to say…" He kept lamenting to himself, all the while the skeletons kept looking at him, like they where allowing him this, as if they themselves understood the pain he was in. "You know what… screw this! I'm going to become… the strongest Magic King that ever existed… and I'll make you proud, Liria!" He said, sobbing between the words. After that, he rose up, and looked at he skeleton general in front of him.
He was big, 5 meters at least. He held a giant claymore in his right hand and had another one held by a sheath at his right side. He also wore a big silver armor, with a few runes in it.
Kay, knowing of what was going to transpire here, took his little Cutlass and positioned himself.
No words where exchanged, for this was a duel to the death. Using his shoe, Kay marked a rune on the floor, and with his eyes still red and swollen, he spoke, beginning the conflict that would mark the born of 'The Foolish Candidate'.
"Za'azu'a!" the bolt no, the immense lighting erupted from his hand, making his way to the skeleton.
He took the attack head on, and became paralyzed by his mistake. The legion of Skeletons then decided to made themselves useful and went to attack Kay.
The boy, doing his best to dodge, inscribed more and more runes, and shoot more and more spells.
He Double Cast again and again, cleaning all the armies out of his way. He felt himself beginning to get exhausted, but he pushed those concerns aside, and kept using more and more spells.
Unknown to him, his Mana control was rapidly getting better, making it so that he could double cast with ease, and going even beyond that. He kept attacking, not caring for the wounds he received. He kept advancing, without seeing all the arrows that hit his back. He kept writing more and more runes, without even sensing his Mana reserves depleting.
After that, when there wasn't any enemies left, he went towards the fallen boss. He looked resigned, almost happy to be defeated by such a warrior. Kay was tired, no, he was completely exhausted, but he kept walking. After a couple steps more, he rose his sword, and with a quick strike, he impaled the general skull, killing it on the spot and making it's presence disappear, turning it's giant body to dust.
Only a key remained from the fallen general. Kay was about to take it in his hands, but the fight from before, together with his wounded up body, caught up to him, making his eyes closing, and with a loud thud, the candidate fell unconscious.
Kay woke up to the sound fire burning metal. Looking up, what he encountered was a tad unexpected.What was ahead was a two-headed blacksmith. One was a scarred, bald, human male, with a mighty auburn bear. The second was a Draconian, with red scales and a scar on it's left eye. It was breathing fire on a piece of iron, a formless sword."Finally 'waked, eh?" The dwarf-like head spoke, while the flames ceased and it's arms took the forge and bathed it in cold water. "Y'er gave us quite the spook, kiddo. Almost lost ya.""Who are you? Where am I?" He winced, his hand found it's way to one of it's many cuts, one particularly nasty."Easy there, kiddo. I ain't a nurse, ya know?" The sound of boiling water filled the place, the steam filled the cavern. "Still, y'er quite lucky. If I was a minute late, you'd be a goner."'Lucky, huh…' His thoughts went back to the woman who gave her life to save his, a frown marred his features and a deep sadness caved it's way into his heart. 'I guess… sh
Only after getting out of the blacksmith cavern did Kay noticed that he wasn't in the first floor anymore.Where the first floor was made only of chiseled stone, with runes illuminating the place, this one was made of jagged rocks. The runic power have faded long ago, with only a dim light stopping the everlasting shadow to completely engulf the place.Kay inscribed the runes that he saw back on the first floor and used they're power to navigate on the place, marking where he already went to.In that trek, he discovered a fountain, with some vegetation, mostly spice, growing alongside.After walking for a couple of hours, he run into a group of skeletons, that he dispatched with some effort, and felt his stomach groan. Sighting, he noticed that his throat was as dry as sand.While he knew that he could just go back and drink something, the fact that he found no meat begun to irk him.'Not only that, but my wounds are also beginning to hurt.' Turning back, he went towards the place whe
Kay eyed the subsiding flames with annoyance. It’s been a couple of hours and the inferno was still burning in the room. He got up from the jagged ground and proceeded to walk towards the room.The heat, that was as intense as magma, became weaker. Even if it was still strong, it was now akin to a summer day. Something much more bearable.Eyeing the content of his canteen, which was once again full, the black-haired youth walked with large and careful steps. His side was still hurting, but at least the bleed stopped.After finding the exit, a small tunnel that descendant into a looming darkness, he went to the next floor.The trek was as tiring as it was boring. Inscribing some runes here and there, Kay was feeling more and more fatigued. As much as he wanted to drink from the canteen, that would have to wait, since he needed to make a base on the third floor.However, he felt apprehensive towards what he would find there. He knew, thanks to the exploration, that the river on the cham
Kay's eyes brimmed of frustration and anger. He couldn't move his arms, couldn't fight back, nor could force that situation out. "That's disappointing… I wanted you to keep fighting, but guess that was the maximum you could do without blood runes." The plant demon whispered, inevitably turning his attention towards the passage that leads to the next floor. "A shame, but you won't be able to even scratch the last guardian." "What the hell are you on?" "Tell me, boy… what do you know about this dungeon history." It eyed the boy, searching for a sign that he was the one Jago was waiting. "I know what Liara told me…" He spat, remembering the end of his first love. "That shit about the first two magic kings, and how this place held a treasure of untold knowledge. That's all…" "Is it, tho?" With a heavy sight, the plant demon let the kid's legs touch the ground, which caused him to scream in pain and bend over. "Well, that's a shame. You don't know nothing about the world your in…" Pac
The training begun as soon as Kay spoke those words. With a bit of healing magic, which used the rune "I'hu'i", which meant "Mending", the youth felt as good as new.He had to use all his energy just to keep up with the flower demon. Each exchanged blow created shock waves and strong gales, but what was more annoying to him was how his fists hurt just by hitting it's exposed skin.Meanwhile, the monster was just smirking, it's attacks had, at the very least, five times his strength. Kay decided to take some space and began drawing runes, but each time he tried, the process was ruined by a different vine."Shit!" A small tear was made in his leg, one that forced him to hide and use the mending rune. After that, he run and then tried to double cast the gale and fire rune combination."So, you decided to play serious, have you?" The monster then flexed his muscles and thrust his chest forward. "Come at me!"And thus he did. The fire quickly spread, as the gale made the flames even strong
It took 3 whole days for Kay to make some progress while feeling his Qi. After that, it took him over a week to actually learn on how to use the energy in his spells."Faster!" His mentor screamed, making the youth wince. It took at the very least 10 seconds to cast a single spell this way. The process of casting was easier when he simply burned through his reserves, but now he had to feel the vibration and then calculate the exact percentage of power he was going to expend on both Qi and Jing.After some trial and error, he yelled: "How the fuck am I going to do this with your screaming?!""That's right, sorry 'bout that!" The flower demon then fell into a deep silence that was interrupted a few seconds later. "You're doing it wrong."Kay huffed and proceeded to glare at his own hand. "Tell me something I don't already know."The Flower Demon sighted. It was true that the kid's awareness was awful, but this was in a whole other league."Hey… what am I doing it wrong?" He asked, think
"Damn…" The Flower Demon cursed, feeling more and more overpowered. Not only he needed all his strength to keep his brother at bay, the vessel he was using was starting to lose a lot of blood, courtesy of the gaping wound on his center."ROOARRGHT" The creature forced itself out of it's binds and tried to cut the opponent in half.After sidestepping, it gave it's brother a good look. While Long always had black armor-like scales and used a massive sword, made of they're mother tooth, it's usually kind blue eyes now glowed a demonic red. Along with it came the cuts and bruises that it sported and all the blood that poured out of said scars, which showed how much it had been fighting over the centuries.The human-like dragon forced it to stop musing by shooting beams of pressurized water. Such thing was so fast and powerful that it completely pierced the Flower Demon body.It fell down, it's blue blood seeping out of his wounds as the dragon used his sword to pierce its chest.However,
"Shit… fuck!" Kay punched a wall on the second floor, right after throwing up. He never felt so shaken, not even with what happened back on his childhood. "THAT was Long?! How the hell am I suppose to fight that?!"His cries went answered, since some plants went with him. They were clearly young, so little that they would be considered infants in human years. A lot of them looked at him without understanding what was happening, but one had a more unique look on its face."You will have to…" It said, with a voice resembling a child in a cave. It was a bit clueless and cute, but had a unique echo to it. "Father will not survive this fight.""Great… why does these things keep happening to me." Kay sighted, and then looked at the boss doors. He was already out of range from the third floor entrance, but he still could feel the pressure. "He better win.""He won't.""Yeah, but he better turn this situation around. I don't care how!" His knuckles tightened, showing his anger and despair. No
In a dark room, filled with papers and info, a middle aged man face was illuminated by a computer. In there, he was moving files while ignoring the raging migraine that was splitting his head open.It has been years since this pain cursed his existence.He was a reporter by the name of John Doe and, like the name implied, he was the visage of the average Joe. He payed his bills, walked to his job as a reporter and, overall, had a common routine.Yet, he was far from what could be expected of a simple man.While his Magic was weak, his spell work average and talent for magic beyond that of a donkey, he was smart. Smarter than many around him.This, couple with his inquisitive nature and the ridiculous amount of free time he usually had led him to know things he wasn’t supposed to.He, for example, knew something was amiss with the way Amynistrad worked. He always looked towards other places to live, since power was all that mattered… and this lead to a few, disturbing, conclusions.Why
Michael was having a good day so far.He was walking away from a burning church, his blue flames were melting the walls, eliciting a small chuckle each time he turned back. His walk was calm and collected, a clear contrast to those around him, but he did not care.Sheep didn’t had any right to change anything, for they could not change anything.He eyed a mother, with her child, who both cried and held a small, wooden, symbol. After a quick look, he recognized it as a rosary, which ruined his good humor.Walking towards the couple, he extended his hand and allowed a prison for blueish flames to circle both. Entering the dome, the flames did not touch him, but welcomed him instead.Both mother and child looked at him fearfully. A look he enjoyed as much as hated it.His memory played a bit with him, showing another mother and child in their place, but they were not holding a rosary, instead, they were branded with a pentagram in their arms.The symbol of the East Resistance.A surge of
Felicia honestly couldn’t remember when it all started. All the hatred, the pain and scorn that mother directed at her brother, the same brother she loved… it all sickened her. She could still remember a time where they lived a happy live, where her mom wasn’t obsessed with all of this. The longing feeling in her chest almost made her yelp in pain. Indeed, they where once a big family. She always had a lingering suspicion that there was another thing at play, another thing that destroyed her mother mind, but couldn’t know what it was. Her mother had unstable moments, but the way she acted after Kay’s unique magic was found out… it was on another level. Almost like she felt threatened at his presence. It made no sense, for she was was powerful enough to ascend to nobility, even thought she didn’t even had a name before. It was unbelievable, but she was stronger than most of the Rosebury family combined. Not only that, but she also bore a magic that could restore the Rosebury’s puri
Kay eyed the small piece of paper in front of him with disappointment and bitterness. Idly, he considered just barging in the Rosebury’s and be done with this stupid ordeal, but calmed himself at the words of the Blacksmith, who watched his suffering with amusement. “Remember, Kid. A king’s someone who thinks before act.” The head spoke yet again. Kay knew why he was having that conversation. Yes, he was still angry at the way both of them tried to convince him to give it a rest, and while he knew why they were worried, he also was certain that, if he was to stop working, he would go crazy. So, he tried again to wrote the words that would either bring him together with his family or make them kill each other. Eyeing the paper, he sighted. “This ain’t going anywhere!” He threw his arms up in frustration, the water around him surging as his emotions got the best of him. After he saw both the table, floor and the blacksmiths drenched, he calmed himself down. “Tell me, kiddo… what wil
He woke up with a grimace. Eyeing his surrounds, he quickly calmed himself. The dream, if he could call it that, was so real that gave him chills, yet it couldn’t be anything more than that…At least, that was what he kept repeating to himself. For someone like him, who vowed to never be powerless again, having someone who could so easily enter his mind was terrifying. Even more so if he could control his dreams like that…“No… a dream! That’s all it is!” He stood up, his body aching and his legs trembling. Idly, he wondered if he was as tired as he seemed. Running a hand through his hair, he tested his feet, a grim smile plastering itself on his face. This will take it’s toll… specially on my plans for the next few days…As infuriating as it was, he had to meet his mother again. Not only he craved to see her face when she figures how her entire lineage was on his hands, he also had to discuss how they now served him.It was only normal, after all.No matter what his dreams said about
Kay rose from his slumber as an all too familiar headache exploded. Groaning, he tried to get up, but quickly dismissed the idea as pain shot through his nerves.He tried to remember what happened yesterday, but was drawing a blank. Even thought he kept forcing himself to remember how he ended up in that situation, all he felt was pain.Then, came a smell.He felt his mouth water at that. With renewed vigor, he rose from his bed and his door burst open. He felt himself drawn forward to the delicious scent.There, he saw a plate, full of blood and guts, waiting for him. His alarms shook as he took a tentative step towards the gory visage. His left hand went towards the spoon, it’s skin replaced by the familiar blue scales.He was about to eat, when he took notice of a small detail.Inside the plate, buried beneath the red, was a face… Zera’s face.He jolted himself as a presence made itself known in that room, that was quickly morphing and becoming a nightmarish space. The walls were m
He eyed the destruction with a frown marred on his childlike features. The infernal flame made his white hair stand on it’s end. He briefly wondered if this was fate… or if it was merely vengeance. “What an ugly sight… such vulgar flames shouldn’t be of your interest, Noah.” Nemesis, the Justice Arcana and a sister from the orphanage he grew, spoke with cold indifference. He knew her enough to not be surprised at this. They both wore their best attires, Noah’s was a bit roughed up, while Nemesis, like always, just seemed gloomy and dark. “He is, however, the one destined to bring the world I desire to see.” He made a clicking noise, suddenly remembering about the Fool’s last spell. “Still… for him to have dragon blood…” He shook himself. Plans would need to be made and he would need to make sure that Kay Rosebury would not be his enemy, but for now… he would need to proceed on his actions. He needed to form an alliance with the emperor in front of him. Their eyes met, one carrying
Why! Leon though, sending burst after burst of energy, trying to hit Kay, with little to no success. Why do you keep running? Why do you always run away, like a coward? Like father? With a mighty cry, he let his Mana run wild. Myriads of Magical Circles formed, the waves destroyed the entire area. Panic screams followed soon after. “Where are you? You coward!” Kay ran. His arm lay limp by his side, useless. His Mana was used with the sole purpose to stay awake, to not falter. However, this proved futile, as he could feel his eyelids heavy, his mind was drifting towards eternal darkness. Not yet? He kept counting the seconds, drawing more and more runes to keep Leon at bay. The fire was running wild, charred corpses were laying there. The disgusting smell filled his nostrils, kept him awake through the whole ordeal. At his left, he heard a woman crying. At his right, a man was seeking something, possibly his child. Kay realised, with a grimmace, that this was war. His bod
Took some time for him to map out Leon’s movements, but with his brother constant attacking, Kay felt like he got a good notion about how his opponent thinks. He kept quiet, slowly waiting for an opportunity, until he finally had the chance. Jumping out, he drew a quick rune and sent a wave of fire against his brother, whom blocked it with his shield. Then, Kay used the “Flame of Madness”, which shook the entire ground when impacted. This forced, much to his annoyance, Leon on his knees. Shooting waves of magical power, he expected to pierce the body of his older sibling, but the same sound of fizzling electricity filled the street. This gave him pause, until he heard the sound of a flame whip and grew his shield. Then, for his surprise, it was the ground that melted. Much to his annoyance, the molten rock shot towards his barrier, forcing him to dodge, lest he suffered more Mana consumption. How? He shot multiple waves, this time they were sent in all directions, hoping to pierce