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
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
It was rainy morning. That much, together with the cold air and the blue sun, whose light one could see behind the clouds, created a unique and sad atmosphere.Kay didn't knew why, but he was feeling particularly hopeful that morning. It was a strange feeling, however the youngster was familiar with the bizarre. He came from a mage family, after all.Kay had jet-black hair, with amethyst eyes. He wore a blue shirt, with a black coat, to protect himself from the cold. He also wore black pants and blue shoes. His skin was tanned from working under the sun, he had a scar under his right eyebrow and he was a bit more muscular than what you would expect of a mage.He was also 19 years old.Seeing that rain became more fierce, the young man steps turned into fastpaced strides. He didn't expected to rain today, thus didn't picked a umbrella."Damn Weather. It was sunny a couple minutes back!" After those words, the rain became a storm. It was like things were naturally going wrong for him. K
The hall grew quiet, as three of the four people present observed the black-haired beauty, as if she grew another head.The receptionist and the executive's eyes soon fell on Kay, who was with a serious face up till now. The fat man soon grew angrier, as he thought the woman was mocking him."Mistress, I never saw that man's face in any noble family. You wanted potential, and my son is one of the most talented mages of his generation! What could a commoner such as him have that my son doesn't?" The man said, breathing erraticaly. He knew far too well that he can't lose composure in front of this woman. His entire family treasures and history could be wiped out in a whim if so she desire.However, he was a prideful man. And among the things he took more pride in, was his son. He was a prodigy and worked harder than any other child in his classes. So having that woman saying that she didn't want to met his son, and only came here to talk to a commoned... it angered him.He was Ashira Ri
"Although, I'm still confused." Kay said aloud, in the same place he had been sitting throughout the whole reading. "You said that we were going to fight on a Battle Royale to decide the next king… if so, how the bloody hell no one remembers such an event?"The woman, Zera, hummed and smiled in satisfaction. Looking towards Kay, she answered, pleased by the inquire nature of her new disciple."Well, that's quite simple. After the Battle Royale the winning team, composed of the apprentice and the Arcana, both use a powerful artifact to erase the commoners memories of the battles that will take place in the entire kingdom."Kay's eyes widened."What the hell?! The royals always had such a thing?!" He yelled. If they really had a way to erase an entire kingdom memories of an event, the things that they could do and get away with it… Kay's gulped just by thinking about it."Don't scream. The landlord here hates all kind of rattle." Zera scolded him, sensing a chill run down her spine when
"That… that…" Kay mumbled a few curses for the last thirty minutes or so, while trying to regain his bearings. He soon decided to think about what his master told him. "Knowledge is power… I wonder…" He then begun to try and read the runes that illuminated the wall, with hopes that it could give him some source of directions.He stared at the shiny letters on the wall for a couple more minutes until…"Dammit! I can't understand a single word!" He cursed aloud, and as expected of his bad luck, it attracted… something.Kay begun to hear steps and a couple of shaking noises. The dimly illuminated cavern, whose only source of light was the bluish runes, became even more scary after, a couple of meters ahead of Kay, a Skeleton Soldier appeared.The Skeleton Soldier is a low level monster, who appears often in the early floors of dungeons. It is made of weak bones, none reinforced by magic, and have as weaponry a cutlass sword and a shield made of copper, with a spike in it's center.It's e
"I… I… I DID IT!" Kay suddenly beamed with energy, running around and jumping like a happy fool, leaving the dark elf completely shocked.'How can this be? The last human who could use Runecraft died alongside the four ancient noble clans… how can this man possess it?' Those where a few of the questions that rummage through the elvish woman head, searching desperately for an answer, all the while Kay was drawing the rune she taught him everywhere, making the mist become more and more dense and almost impossible for any normal human being to see in it, which caused Kay to slip in one of the rocks on the ground and fall face first."Seriously kid, how the hell can you use Runic magic?" She asked more to herself than to Kay. The youngster, however, heard her and decided to explain what he knew about how a unique magic is formed."Well, when two people love each other very much, they have a child. This child has 75% of inherit either one of the parents magic. The child also has 24,5% of g
Zera was walking towards her room, eager to see how Kay was doing. She knew, for a fact, that the boy had potential and she knew that, with his charisma, he could convince anyone.For that reason, she placed him on the area where Liria was, hoping that he could learn a thing or two from the elf. Those are, after all, the last Runecrafters in the world.Yes, she knew. The truth behind the elves seclusion and why there are so much bad blood between the two races. It pained her to see things like that, after all… some of her best friends are elves.She kept marching forward, when someone called for her."I see you decided to place your chips on a weaker one." Came the voice of Jupiter Wald… the Arcana twenty one… and the strongest between them all."This does not concern you…" Zera said, not looking towards him. It didn't matter what kind of hide he had taken to see her, she couldn't care less at how her older brother looked like right now.She kept walking, however, her brother wouldn't