Deep in the lands of Zaron, the humans of Kupa Keep struggle to stay alive as they are attacked by the wicked Drow Elves of Larnion. Darkness falls as the humans beg their king to save them; a noble king, known only as the Grand Wizard.
For a thousand years, the battle has been waged, with only the bravery of the Grand Wizard to protect his human followers. But even though the wizard is so undeniably cool, the Drow Elf armies continue their attacks.
They seek the humans most sacred relic - the Stick of Truth.
But the tides of war are soon to change as news of a "new kid" spread throughout the land. In order to save the humans, the Grand Wizard must get to the new kid before the evil Drow Elves can manipulate his mind and use him to take the sacred relic from human hands.
For whoever controls the Stick, controls the universe.
The lights in a small, red brick house at the end of the street had been turned off just when the young boy poked his head up from out of the tiny bush. His light green eyes and light brown hair were shadowed in the darkness of the night. The orbs shone silently as the boy glanced up to the window just above the garage. A tiny grin came onto his face.
Click.
He frowned, pushing the visor of his helmet back into place at the top of his head. The dragon-like wings that covered his ears shone under the light of the street lamp as he slowly stepped out of the bush and began making his way to the side of the house. His long grey scarf bellowed behind him when a breeze passed by(quite dramatically, he couldn't help but think) as he assessed the side of the house. Once finished, he grinned once more and ran back to the bush.
He quickly returned with a ladder.
Once he had leaned it as close to the house as he could, the boy began to climb, occasionally stopping to push the visor back up so that it wouldn't block his vision. It was fucking dark enough as it was.
A tap woke him up.
The dark haired boy groaned, blinking wearily.
'Just when I was about to get to sleep,' he thought, rubbing his eye. Another tap on the window beside him.
Kid Jones turned to glance at the glass only to stop for several minutes. A smiling boy was waving at him from just outside his window. After blinking once, then twice, Kid slowly raised an eyebrow.
'Are all the kids in this town like this?' He sighed. Crawling towards the window, he opened it after much effort. The boy tumbled into the room, onto the bed, then falling on the floor. The thud made Kid freeze, slightly afraid that the noise would have woken his parents up. Once no intruding adults came in, he let the breath go before turning to the boy.
The kid was wearing some kind of strange costume, a knight from what Kid could tell. He seemed to be about his own age and was wearing an extremely long scarf along with gloves that reached his elbows and rather fancy boots. He also had knee and elbow pads, a wooden sword strapped to his belt, and a medieval helmet, dragon like wings at the sides. Once the boy had pushed the overlarge helmet's visor up and out of his eyes with a huff of frustration, Kid could finally see that the boy had green eyes and dark hair (he wasn't too sure though).
The boy suddenly glanced up at him and Kid flinched back in shock when the boy's face was in his own.
"You're a lot smaller then I thought you would be," the boy said, finally leaning back, grinning. Kid frowned, bringing a hand up to push the bangs covering his right eye out of the way, just to make sure that this wasn't his imagination. Nope, the kid was still here.
"My name is Dylan," the boy, Dylan, said, sticking out his hand, "Dylan Thomas. I live a few blocks away from here." Hesitantly, Kid took the hand and the two shook. The two sat silently for a moment before Dylan sighed.
"You don't talk much, do you? That's okay," the boy said cheerfully. His voice was lowered and Kid could tell that the other seemed to be aware that his parents were asleep in the next room. He wasn't sure if he should be grateful or extremely cautious.
"I actually came to talk to you about something anyway." Now this grabbed Kid's attention.
'What could he want to talk about?' he asked himself. The silent boy couldn't help but respond sarcastically to himself, 'It must have been something so important for him to come knocking at my window at one in the morning!' His attention returned to Dylan, who's grin had faded and his expression turned serious.
"We're at war," Dylan began, his voice falling into a bad impression of a British accent, "Tis a deadly battle, an unending fight. One of which does not only effect the entire town, but also you." Kid's curiosity peaked and he leaned forward.
'A war? This sounds interesting...' Dylan picked up once again, standing from his seat on the bed. Folding his arms behind his back, the knight began to pace as he continued.
"For centuries, the humans and elves have been fighting with one another over a relic. A relic of upmost importance. The Stick of Truth," Dylan paused for dramatic effect before his voice spoke again, "It binds and controls the universe. Those who possess it have unlimited power at their disposal. Tis truly a remarkable thing." He turned to Kid, expression stony.
"However, they who hold such a relic do not understand what they are dealing with. This is why the Guild was formed." Kid raised an eyebrow.
"The Guild?" he asked. Dylan grinned.
"So you do talk!" He laughed quietly when Kid frowned in response.
"Not often," the usually silent boy replied. Dylan made his way over to him and patted his shoulder.
"I won't tell," the knight winked, to which Kid rolled his eyes. He honestly didn't care.
"Anyways...," Dylan cleared his throat, tone serious once more, "To answer your question, the Guild is a group of some of the strongest in all of Zaron. We are some of the best of the best and we are everywhere."
"That's pretty cool," Kid said. Dylan grinned in response.
"It is, isn't it? But there is just one thing," the boy's grin widened, "Not many know our true identities."
"What do you mean?" Kid asked. He was just about shivering in anticipation.
"We're a bit like a secret society," Dylan explained, "And like any secret society, we have our rules." He held up one finger.
"Firstly, Don't rat out fellow Guild members. Being a member means some kind of loyalty towards each other, and we wouldn't be much of a team if we stabbed each other in the back all the time. Secondly," he raised a second finger, "Fighting fellow members is forbidden unless necessary." Kid couldn't help but feel slightly confused about that one. Dylan winked.
"I'll explain in a sec. Finally," the knight raised one more finger, "It is optional for members to tell others, but not including parents, that we are part of the Guild. Meaning, we can tell a person if we want to, but that person has to swear that they will not tell anyone else."
"Why did you decide to tell me?" Kid asked. Dylan took a seat on the bed once again.
"Well," Dylan said, British accent back on, "News has reached both the elves and the humans about the arrival of a new kid in town. Thus, both factions have made it their goal to have you join the war and fight for one of their sides." Kid frowned.
"I have decided to tell you because this could affect the entirety of Zaron, and it's the Guild's duty to protect it. This war could potentially destroy the world, but we are here to protect it. However, our goal is not through pointless fighting..."
"How then?" Dylan's grin turned into a tiny smirk.
"We have infiltrated several factions within Zaron," the knight explained, "so that we may be able to stop them if something were to go wrong. Like I mentioned before, Guild members are everywhere. We will be on their asses if they even think of trying anything!" He sheepishly rubbed the back of his head. "We'll be more subtle of course..."
Silence. And then, Kid began to quietly laugh. Soon enough, Dylan joined him.
"Oops! Almost forgot!" The knight whipped out his phone. "I'll add you on Facebook using my Guild account. Each of us members have one!" Kid nodded. The silent boy reached over to his bedside table to pick up his phone and log onto his own account. Sure enough, a friend request had been sent to him. He raised an eyebrow at Dylan.
"What the hell kind of name is 'Storm Knight'?" Dylan puffed his cheeks out. Kid found it hard to not laugh, but he managed somehow.
"That's my 'flame'," he replied. "Don't laugh." Kid felt confusion once more. Dylan then smirked again.
"I'll explain everything later. It's getting late," he then said, "I better get home." Kid nodded. With a wave and a grin, Dylan was out the window and sliding down the ladder he brought, taking it with him as he ran down the street. Kid shook his head before going to sleep with a smile on his face.
He had made his first friend in his new town.