Chapter 1: Hero's Failing
A long time had passed since the ways of the Old Kingdom had been restored by the mighty hero, Deathbringer. Wielding the legendary Sword of Aeons, he brought all the scattered provinces of Albion together into one mighty nation. However, in time, the sword began to corrupt his very soul. The Hero had stopped serving Avo, and began to bring sacrifices to the Chapel of Skorm, under the veil of night. Albion then fell into darkness.
The people had come to learn of the corruption of their ruler's soul. It seemed that he had reverted to the ways of Jack of Blades, the one who had mercilessly slaughtered most of those living in his home town, as well as his mother. The peoples decided that the Hero could no longer rule with a level head and a clear mind. Soon, the peoples living in Albion had gathered the strongest and most skilled Heroes, and brought them together to wage war against the one called Deathbringer.
The Guild's most promising had gathered around the so-called "Holy City" that Deathbringer had erected for his own glory. The collective masses, which numbered over one thousand Heroes strong, sent forth a single one of their ranks to call out the fallen Hero. A figure stepped forward out of the mass, draped in a black cloak. A foreign, female voice echoed with power from the figure: "You have allowed yourself to fall into corruption." Deathbringer merely sat on his throne, almost ignoring the brave Hero, surrounded by the 10 minions that were still loyal to him. She continued, "Your oppressive rule will end this day. And I will be the one to throw the first punch…" the next word startled Deathbringer out of his chair. "… Farm-Boy."
The cloak dropped off the figure to reveal a dark-skinned woman, adorned with a white robe and perfectly cut diamonds. Her hair had become grey with age, but her skin showed not a wrinkle. In her hand was a staff with the crystallized heart of a dragon at the end, from which she could focus her power. Her name was Whisper, the younger sister of the mighty Hero, Thunder. She again spoke, "I don't know what has happened to you, but you simply cannot be allowed to rule Albion for a day more. Now, come out and face me." Just seconds later, the massive gates that closed off the city opened, and out stepped a single figure. It was massive. It had horns. It was carrying the Sword of Aeons.
Deathbringer walked slowly to meet Whisper. Standing only a few meters away, and without saying a word, he took a classic battle stance. He was wearing dark, heavy plate armor, forged by the followers of Skorm, specifically for his use. His hair was a glowing white, and he was followed by a red cloud of blood. Whisper still hadn't moved after several moments, so Deathbringer made the first move. He used a battle charge, and swung his sword to cleave Whisper's body vertically, but stopped just short of contact. Whisper still hadn't moved.
Deathbringer lowered his eyebrows and cocked his head in question. Whisper slowly tilted her head and looked the legendary Hero in the eyes. Her eyes shone with the white purity of Avo himself, a huge difference from Deathbringer's eyes, which had become empty and black with corruption. Very quickly, Whisper thrust out her hand and forced him back with a mighty force push. Deathbringer caught himself before he could fall, and landed, leaning upon the Sword of Aeons. Standing, he sheathed the sword, and thrust his hands toward the heavens. A ring of fire spread around him, and red cloud got thicker. The circle of flame then spread, and produced fiery offshoots to form the insignia of Skorm. Deathbringer then closed his eyes, and allowed the very power of Skorm to overwhelm him, and the Infernal Wrath upon whisper. Within seconds, a pillar of flame from hell enveloped Whisper, and she disappeared behind within it. Then, just as quickly as it had begun, the spell stopped.
It was quiet for a second. Deathbringer still stood, his hands pointed toward the heavens. A second later, he opened his eyes. His hands dropped, and he looked down to see the edge of the Sword of Aeons protruding from his stomach. The sword then twisted, and was yanked out of his back. Deathbringer then turned to see Whisper, holding the sword in her hands. She was burnt to a crisp, but still standing. They stood there for a moment, both breathing heavily. Deathbringer's lips contorted to form a question, but before he could speak, he collapsed, and struck the singed earth with a loud thud. The void then appeared over his back, and he was sucked in. Whisper, calling forth all the strength she had left, thrust the sword into the void. Then the Sword of Aeons, and all the evil and corruption it represented, disappeared. Whisper, forced out a smile, and collapsed herself on the charred ground.