It was almost time for the attack to begin. All the troops lined their positions, both to attack and defend. How they put up this fight for a thousand years is beyond belief, but this was their last stand; if they failed here it would mean absolute victory for those of the darkness. The elites that would guard Toshirio on his journey gathered at a the rear of the battalion. Their orders were brief and simple, but the mission itself would be the complete opposite. Moving Toshirio in the midst of the battle would prove to be zaidi of a risk than would be necessary, but for him to songesha away from...

The time has once again come for the forces of light to make their advance. All the hopes for this campaign rests on the shoulder of one man. It would take approximately four days for them to push through to the Valley of Beginnings and Ends, and an additional two days to push through to the Temple of Balance. Although they were outnumbered, although the fact remained that many of them will not return to greet their families again; they take up their arms and march forward. A group of elites among them are charged with the task of making sure Toshirio makes it to the Temple. The most crucial...

"This is it brother, this is where we end this." Toshirio's eyes shone with determination. After all he had been through to get to this point, the rest seemed to be simple.

"Brother are wewe sure wewe can do this?" His brother was worried as always. As strong as Toshirio was, the past champions were probably just as strong if not stronger.

"Don't worry brother this is going to be easy! After all this guy is probably weaker than we were told." Nothing would phase him. He would end the turmoil, the endless suffering the light had undergone in the past thousand years; all of these burdens that rested...

Day 2
Battle of the Rock Ledge

The rock ledge was silent. All of the five Heroes lay motionless. Three were on a higher ledge and the other two were on a lower ledge with the chest.
Surprisingly Doughty woke first. He looked around. He was sobering up from the siku before. He tried to songesha but his muscles ached terribly. He was on the higher ledge. Touchfire and Athor were beside him. He figured Theone and Littlejohn were close by.
He heard someone groan from below.
“Ello… who’s down there?” called Doughty. There was a pause. A voice then called back,
“It’s me, Theone.” Thoughts raced...

[The Start Of It All! The Catastrophic Degradation of Earth]

-December 2030, Tokyo, Japan-

Oda Masabei strolled back to his car. The lecture hadn't gone how he'd wanted - No-one wanted to hear about how Earth was actually alive and could make decisions regarding its own survival. No-one wanted to know that humans were burning through resources too quickly. No-one wanted to hear about the lack of chakula in half of the world's countries. And no-one certainly wanted to know about the mass extinction of organisms on Earth and the degrading natural environment. No, people were content in their blissful...

Chapter Eighteen: A meeting with a God

“What do wewe mean, a being from Skrath Island?” Gunnar snapped.
“Someone who isn't human and whom every person on this world should know.”
Skye grimaced slightly at the annoyed expression on Gunnar's face.
“Well, I still don't know who you're talking about, so why don't wewe enlighten us?” Gunnar folded his arms.
Skye sighed in defeat. “Fine, I'll just tell wewe then. Their acquaintance is... our God” the magician bowed condescendingly.
Hylyr did a double-take.
“Our... what?” he growled.
“Our God, the Stardust Dragon, Jakyro'yah, the...

Chapter Thirteen: Ride to Counquan!

Skye woke swiftly to a loud banging on his door. Kleryssa twitched and rolled over inayofuata to him, while he leapt from his bed, pulled his under-shirt on and opened the door. It was Over-commander Gerdamh, with Commander-Captain Gunnar and Mage-Commander Hylyr behind him.
“Good morning, Ser. We must leave for Counquan soon, so get dressed and meet us for breakfast at Erylyk's in half a glass” Gerdamh spoke cheerily, a refreshed look on his face. Skye groaned; “arrrghhh my head, that wine was bloody terrible. I'll be right there, and don't forget to bring...

Chapter Seven: Uprising of the barbarians

'When the barbarians come;
The good Mages will die,
The clever Mages will survive,
The corrupt Mages will jiunge the enemy,
And the barbarians will raze Argate with their violent fury'

Koo'bit, Commander of the barbarian hordes, was in a frenzy. Word had come from an unrelenting source, saying how the seven hundred troops had perished in the Dwarven territories. Koo'bit was naturally dismayed kwa this news and hastened to tell his Lord, the exalted Altran, the bad news. Koo'bit wasn't worried because he knew that Altran would never displace him, since Koo'bit...

Chapter Three: Escape from the siege and a dramatic council meeting

The Beloved's army had been on the songesha through the narrow passageway, which led through a smallish kilima and exited onto the dry, hard desert. They were about three au four days walk from the borders of Argate, the empire of the blessed ones, and they needed zaidi supplies.
They had managed to escape from Trergom and without too many zaidi casualties, although there had been Cave-rodents in the passageway. Captain Gunnar recalled it all too vividly. Gunnar had been leading his squad down the corridor, no zaidi than one wide and...

Chapter One: A rather expected journey to Counquan

A young magician stomped down the shadowy path, accentuated greatly kwa the bright, luminescent full moon. The young man wore a vicious look on his light face; his bushy eyebrows swallowing much of the malice contained in his dark, blue-flecked eyes.
The young man’s name was Skye. He was travelling the stone-tiled road of Koren, the capital city of Argate, empire of the Blessed Ones.
Skye had been sent from the city, since the elder magicians had decided that he was too much trouble to train. Skye had stormed out of the earlier meeting; the...

Once Upon a time-Blood was being shed in the demon
Kingdom. There was an important war being fought,
And Devils and Angels were At war. The most Important demon,Was Being assasinated. Tied up,Being burnt in the Cellar,Was Hex-He was the most evil Devil ever. 10023 Years old,and looks like a 12-year old boy. A Red eye gleaming in the eye of his enemies. Angels Were kind-hearted creatures,And Killed him still. Little did Hex know, He was being reincarnated as a saint on earth...7 Years later-Hex awoke in a deserted field. "What in hell...?" alisema Hex As he stood on his trembling legs. He looked...

The Ranger

Roads are like veins running through a countryside. Any towns lucky enough to be situated on populated pathways were bound to thrive. They brought hungry travelers and curious pedestrians straight through the heart, to the very doors of any business. It was barely possible to maintain a simple town in these areas—too many people would settle down and turn it into something zaidi urban. This was especially true for the villages that sat on the roads heading to Albion’s capital.

The Adventurer’s Guild was especially preeminent in places like this. While most of the bigger locations...