HOLY [parasitic bomb]! I'M ACTUALLY UPDATING WITH A REAL STORY! HOLY [parasitic bomb]!
Anyway, this one is based on modified version of that world from my previous fantasy story, which I finally decided to scrap. It has no title yet, but the first story arc do has a title.
Brothers of Hatred
PROLOGUE
She was running through the dark forest. She was running, because she knows all too well, that if she would have stopped for even a moment... she would have died. Therefore, even tough her legs hurt, she refused to stop. It was her will of survival that gave her the strength to keep running.
No. That's wrong.
It's not "will of survival" or anything like that. What really was driving her now... is fear. Yes, she's afraid. Afraid for her own life.
Just a moment ago, she witnessed all of her loved ones dying. Killed by the bandits. No... that wasn't the only thing. There were few girls from the village that were left alive, only to be raped brutally.
Her older sister suffered this fate, and she? What did she do?
She escaped, leaving everyone behind.
The level of disgust she feels for herself is unmeasurable, and yet she didn't give up. She had to escape, find help and... and what then?
Suddenly, a one little stone and she tripped and hit the ground. She fell right into the mud. Without any clothes, she was laying there, dirty, crying.
She left all of them in their hands. Even tough it was obvious she wouldn't have done much, except being raped and then probably taken in as a slave, she feels guilty. In fact it's so unbearable, that she decided to give up.
So as she lays there covered in mud, her will of living has disappeared.
Just then, she noticed that the place she's laying in, is actually a clearing. She realized it only now, because the moon came out from behind the clouds. Charmed, she got up so she can take a good look at it. It is for the first time she really noticed how beautiful the moon is.
And it is time of her death.
Even tough she heard the voices of the bandits that have located her, she does not stop looking at it. It's so beautiful, so dazzling, that she just can't look away. At that moment she regained her will to live. It's because of this beautiful moon, that she regained this special thing.
Her own right to exist.
However, before she can start running away again, she is stopped by a terrible pain. She screams out but... there's no one there. No one to help her.
A dagger. It pierced through her right arm. She fell down again, feeling dizzy from the pain.
It was inevitable. No matter how much of the will to live you have, if you can't defeat the one who is a threat to your life... it's useless.
There's three of them. Three of the bandits. One of them, a man with an eye patch and a disgusting face, crouched beside her, grabbing her by the head while she tried to crawl away.
"Well, little missy. You shouldn't have run away... we wouldn't have to do this if you just obediently let us dump our cum into your ass and..."
Suddenly, there was a sound of metal hitting the ground.
The man stops. He lets go of her head, gets up and starts to back away along with the other two. They were surprised, very surprised. Just now, an armored man fell from the sky. He was now, standing there, drilling the bandits with his cold stare. His armor shines like gold... no, it is golden. It seems like almost every part of him is made of gold. His hair, his armor and even his cape.
He drew his sword from the sheath attached to the belt around his waist, He did it with such gracefulness, and with only one hand. The majestic sword, with a blade that has gold ornaments, was even more dazzling to her, than the moon. The ornaments that look like sea waves during a big storm, were shining brightly in the moonlight. It was such a beautiful sight, that she could barely utter a word. All the fear in her disappeared, because she knew that that this knight was her savior.
"What the..?! Why in the hell are we afraid of this pansy?!" Said the bandit with the eye patch. "It's three against one! No armor can protect him from our..."
The bandit paused, and started backing away again, the other two did the same. The reason for this sudden change in behavior was caused by the knight, who started walking towards them. He cut the air with his sword, to give the three a stern warning of the consequences that will befall them, if they even try to fight with him.
It seems they understood completely, because the three of them started running away in the direction the village was located. When they disappeared behind the trees, the knight put his sword back into the sheath. He then crouched beside her, and with a worried look on his face, said:
"Are you all right? Don't worry. I came to help."
It was then, that their fates became one. Both rivers, joining to form a completely new one. Although neither the girl, nor the knight, expected what was laying ahead for them.
This is the story of a tragedy that shook the entire world...
The Ragnarök Calamity
* * *
It was a normal day for him, here at Magikademia. Just the usual stuff, like eating snacks, or guarding the books in the library from students who would want to steal some of them. That kind of stuff.
Vermundi was a simple mage. He was neither very powerful, nor weak. He was, as they say, normal.
Of course, when you call ANY mage normal right in his face, you're bound to be dead the next second. Each and every one of them, has a high opinion of himself. Questioning superiority of a mage, is like jumping into an erupting volcano. In both cases you will be burned like an idiot.
Now however, Vermundi lost all the confidence he had in himself. After all, just a few minutes ago, some elf and a Vrakkonian girl barged into the library, refused to leave, and then started going through all the books without any shred of delicacy.
When Vermundi tried to stop them, he was chained to the wall by some kind of elven spell. The worst part, of course, was that no matter how much he tried, he couldn't break this magic. It obviously meant one thing... that this elf was way above him in the "food chain" of sorcery.
Vermundi decided to take a better look at the intruders. The elf looked young, like the rest of them. In human years, he looked like something between 23 and 27 years of age.
He wore a long black cape, that covered his whole body. However, Vermundi managed to catch a glimpse of black armor underneath. An additional trait of the elf, was his hair. It was golden, which in itself wasn't a surprise. However, some parts of it, were black. Almost like he was going through some sort of transformation.
The girl on the other hand, was like a complete opposite of the elf. At least appearance wise.
She was a Vrakkonian, therefore she had beautiful short silver hair. On her head, there was an "animal like" pair of ears. This was another common trait of a Vrakkonian. Those ears act like some sort of detector. Thanks to them, Vrakkonians can detect danger, or even find someone who is far away from them. Her age, again from the human perspective, could be somewhere around 17 or 19.
Just like the elf, she was dressed in a cape. Hers, however, was white. Vermundi was pretty sure that she also wore a shining white armor underneath.
Vermundi was just staring at the horrible scene, in which both of them were going from book to book, tossing them like they were some kind of trash. Finally he lost his patience, and decided to ask:
"I'm sorry but... what are you people looking for anyway?"
He expected to be ignored, but the exact opposite happened. The elf walked up to him. He had a suspicious smile on his face. The girl stopped tossing the books around and just watched, sometimes making movements with her Vrakkonian ears.
"Yes. Actually, it would be a good idea to ask the librarian." Said the elf. "We are looking for a certain book... a very rare book."
"What book? The Book of Revezul? The Chronicles of Damocles? The Book of Devil's Lies? If any of those three, then you are out of luck. All three of them were stolen." Said Vermundi, in hopes that it was in fact one of those.
"No, not any of those books." Replied the elf, crushing all the hopes Vermundi had left. "We are looking for the Tome of Svartálfaheimr. Do you by any chance have it?"
Suddenly, Vermundi became very weak. In fact he felt so weak, that he was almost sure he's going to die. The only mention of that book... it made him horribly ill. He could barely muster a reply.
"No, sir. We don't have it, I'm sorry."
Those were his last words, before losing consciousness. The only thing he felt was hotness. Everything around him became so horribly hot. Almost like... everything was burning.
PROLOGUE END
Even tough I fixed as many errors in this, as I could. There's still probably many kinds of crap in this. So please point them out to me so I can fix it(since no one around me is able to proofread this for me... : <).
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