"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 remembering how scary her landlord could get when she was angry. "Anyways, yes, that pretty much exists. Though, it works differently from what your thinking."
"How so?" the youngster asked, unsure of the answer.
"Well, to put it lightly, the MMS doesn't work by just erasing memories. If it did, it wouldn't be as efficient as it is, since there would always be questioning people who would see that part of the public memories were erased. In other words, what we do is simply placing the masses and they're common sense under a spell, an illusion spell that affects everyone who lives here. I won't go into the details, but the fact is, we change they're memories of what happened in the war to something that could explain all the destruction and something that everyone accepted as the norm. Such as the Mega hurricane that happened 40 years ago, or the Giga Earthquake that destroyed almost half of our kingdom a century and a half ago."
"Wait… so what your saying is that… all of those natural disasters that happened in our kingdom history, all of that destruction were the result of this event?" He asked, mouth agape. In reality, now he was beyond scared, since he didn't knew how to even fight correctly, let alone survive against these kind of beings.
"Yeah, that's pretty much it in a nutshell." She answered truthfully with a smile. It soon, however, faded when she saw the downcast look on Kay face. "W-well, don't worry about it. I will train you so that you can fight off against them! Not only that, but those catastrophes only happens from time to time… I doubt that we would have mages powerful enough in this generation to cause such large events."
Kay perked up at this… if this was true, then he wouldn't need to worry about fighting off a hurricane or running at an earthquake. But still, there was something that he wanted to know. He knew how magical instruments worked, and while it was pretty surreal that an instrument that could place an entire populace in an illusion existed, he also knew that, no matter how powerful the illusionist were, it couldn't place someone who had illusion resistance in an illusion without an absurd amount of Mana.
And since Amynistrad was a rather huge kingdom, he also knew that the amount of Mana necessarily to place all the people in the area in an illusion, for at least a year or more, was absurd. Not only that, but those who had Mana enough to create a calamity ought to have at least basic illusion resistance. It was just normal for powerful mages to develop some sort of resistance towards magic attacks… so, how does the losers didn't already spelled the beans out?
"You know, something is still bugging me… how can this system exist if there will be losers in this Battle Royale? How come people so strong had fallen in this illusion?"
Zera's smile faded. She truly didn't want to reveal that so soon, but the youngster in front of her was just too smart for his own good.
"They don't. They don't fall under the illusion and they don't talk about it… all because this Battle Royale is a fight to the death." The seriousness that the black-haired beauty said that had spoke volumes, and Kay found himself serious just as well. "In this game that you'll be playing, you either gain so much power that the entire world bows towards you, or you die trying." She looked at Kay with sad eyes. She knew that, no sane man would agree to that, not without any guarantee to survive. "I would understand if you want to go back on your word, and I won't ever bug you again with this…"
"Who said I'm going back?" The young man said, earning a surprise glare from Zera. "Sorry to disappoint you, but no one has ever believe me as you did… so I will answer to your expectations, even if it kills me… I won't disappoint you."
For the first time in an eternity, Zera was surprised. All the others candidates she ever called, all turned they're back on her. Knowing that, for the first time in her existence, someone was ready to fight for her, die for her, made her heart flutter a bit, and just for a single instant, she blushed.
However, she soon regained her composure. Smiling like the teacher she was, she stood up, and went towards the center of the room.
"Well, if you really don't want to die in the preliminary phase, I suggest for us to get moving and begin your training." As soon as she said that, Kay smiled, excited to learn magic. Understanding however where this was going, another trip with the teleportation circle.
As soon as he understood that, he gulped. His body was still feeling the last trip, but he wouldn't let that stop him. Kay wanted to learn magic more than anything, and, as such, he was going to make whatever sacrifices must be made.
Walking forward, when he was close enough, the familiar light made itself known in the room, and soon, the familiar nauseating feeling was worsened tenfold.
With all that, Kay threw up the moment the light subsided. After recovering a bit, he looked to where he was.
The rock walls with antique runes inscribed on them, the stalagmites on the floor and on the top of the cave, and the putrid and nauseating smell of corpses… there was only one type of place that could hold all of those elements together in this world.
"A dungeon…" Kay said, a dread feeling founding it's way towards the bottom of his abused stomach. "You… you can't mean…" He looked at Zera with complete despair on his eyes, and she smiled sweetly to him. A fake sweet smile.
"The first part of your training is rather simple… conquer this new dungeon that I have fond, and go to the bottom floor, there you will encounter knowledge, and knowledge is power… for your type of magic that is."
As soon as Zera said that, the black-haired beauty used the teleportation spell once again, and left the young man in the dungeon, with only his guts and thirst for power to help him on that journey.
"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
The monsters were crawling towards the youngster, which made him sweat a little. He, however, still held his ground, and smiled shakily. Drawing a Rune in the air, the image of electricity crosses his mind, and thus he spoke, in a calm voice."Za'azu'a" After those words left his mouth, Kay extended his right hand towards one of the monsters. It was an immense dog, who seemed to have a horse's head and eagle paws. With his target on sight, the boy's hand erupted in light as a spark of a lightning left his hand.His target convulse with a shriek of pain. As soon as all the skeletons soldiers saw that, they, along with some kind of really big spider, attacked the boy, who kept the smile on his face. Writing a new rune, he began another chant, the image of wind striking a mill making itself present in his mind."Ruakh!" Kay exclaimed, and a very strong gale threw his opponents off balance, making them fall on they're feet. His hand danced on the air once more, and a new rune formed itsel
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,
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
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