What is a legend…is it some bedtime story a parent used when they ran out of books. Is it an exaggerated story of someone you wish to be a legend…or is it real…the true story of someone who made a difference when it counted…I was seventeen and if it weren't for a legend I would be dead this day unable to tell the story ten years later. This is my story of the war for ravenloss.
"As war raged under Ravenloss the ground above shook and shuddered at the energy being dispersed. Most of the people of Falconreach had all evacuated in fear of the ground collapsing because of the war underneath. Serenity had stayed with the argument that any weary traveler or soldier from the war below would need her help. Lim had teamed up with Cysero and were handing out weapons and helping aid the injured hero's. This war was gruesome, many a hero had fallen, we were fighting two fronts and were slowly losing ground. How we would win was beyond me. Although maybe, first I should introduce myself my name is Zane Dragonknight warrior and knight of high king Alteon. I am one of the relief warrior's King Alteon had sent to help battle the army's underground. I arrived in Falconreach and felt the trembling in the ground and smirked. I hadn't seen a good battle in forever. My blade Selkrom was almost humming from the excitement of battle (Selkrom is a sentient blade and will speak to me from time to time). I entered the portal to Ravenloss not knowing that this might be the last time I ever saw sunlight again."
A lone hooded traveler sat in a far corner of the Inn thinking one thing. It was time.
As I entered Ravenloss I gasped at the carnage before me. Dead hero's and monsters littered the ground. I saw Tomix checking a hero's pulse and sigh "another one dead" he mumbled to himself. I ran over to him, then saw the massive crack in his spiritloom. I figured it was everything he could do to keep energy in that blade and I sighed. This was worse than I expected. Tomix turned and saw me and said "a new recruit I guess I can't persuade any of you can I, always eager for battle." Without even hearing me out he sprinted away back into the battle. A young hero walked up beside me and just stared at Tomix for a second then said "don't feel insulted he feels this is his fault for all the deaths. He was the one who asked for the recruits to fight this war and now he feels guilty. He should be fine when it's all said and done." with that the hero simply walked away into the battle. I drew my blade and ran into battle, these monsters would pay for the pain and despair they had caused. I would not give up, give in, or fail my King. They would pay even if it cost me my life.
The hooded man entered the portal into Ravenloss with a massive five foot long and a foot wide blade on his back and a long thin katana at his waist. The legends had led him to this place and he could use this war as a good distraction. As he entered the underground city he looked around and saw all the dead bodies. "Hmm, I may have to help these people out a bit" he said in a dark raspy voice. With purpose he began walking to the center of the village with one goal in mind, I will have the judgment wheel.
Zane charged through the waves of monsters without even thinking. He had just entered a natural hack and slash type coma that took him over. His only thoughts were parry, thrust, slice, feign, jab and then back to the beginning and over again. Selkrom had the odd glow it always carried when it was being used which made him look all the more terrifying. He had long forgotten how many he had killed, and his armor was covered in the blood of countless enemies. Every now and then he caught sight of other heroes in the battlefield. Once he thought he saw the dragon hero, but then they were surrounded once again.
He fought on. He would not let them take this city. This was his turf now and he wasn't going down without a fight. All the fallen hero's would be avenged. He would kill every last monster that tried to get in his way. He felt the rage fill his body, but something was different this time. His anger was taking on a more solid form than just a feeling, almost as if it were whispering into his ear "yes feel the fury. Feel the hate. Give into the rage. Don't fight it. Embrace it. Love it. Cherish it. Control it. I am your destiny." Then it disappeared, yet he felt even angrier than before. He felt something rising from the pit of his stomach. It rose to his chest and sat there, then the dam broke. He rose into the air and blood red magic exploded from his body, leveling everything within a mile. With that, he fell to the ground and darkness consumed him.
The hooded figure heard an explosion as Zane's magic was exploding high above the city, about three miles away. He looked at it for a second, then began running in that direction. He knew that magic, and he wouldn't let it corrupt another soul. After about ten minutes of running, he found a boy lying on the ground with the red magic scattering all over his body. He began working on him trying to dispel the magic, and simply heal him in general. Then, he noticed the blade lying at the young mans side. That was the blade he had gifted a family with twenty years ago. This boy was a Dragonknight. He noticed the sharply pointed ears hidden by his hair, this was one of his own people. He had found one at last, this day got better by the second in his opinion. After he finished dispelling the magic he pulled the boy into an abandoned house and wrote a note
I have the answers you seek boy about your ears, who you are, and the red magic. Come find me in the center of Pellow Village…if you can make it there alive ha-ha.