Tales of Mysterra
Prologue
In a distant reality, much different from ours...
This is the setting of the following tale. In the land known as Mysterra, where only the strongest of warriors survive. Truthfully, it is a land where anything can happen. Where, you might say...worlds collide.
In this ancient land, there are 3 groups that help keep order in Mysterra. The first is the Solar Faction; it was the first to step up and take charge in this war-torn land, known by many for the sun emblazoned in red which stands as its emblem. The second is the Twilight Society, founded shortly afterward by the Solar Faction as a means to exercise control over a larger area; they were symbolized by a star-like emblem in green. For this very same reason, the Lunar Guild was founded; as the youngest of the three, it is commonly looked down upon, and is symbolized by a crescent moon in blue.
Not soon after the arrival of the Lunar Guild, the leader of the Twilight Society, the Twilight Monarch, was charged with a heinous crime; tampering in dark forces. Though the Monarch was soon exiled and killed, the Solar Faction feared a coup de atat, and war was waged. Without their leader, the Twilight Society was quickly subdued, put under surveillance to ensure that they stayed in line.
Despite this, not all has become well; ever since this incident, many other issues have been occurring over Mysterra, and many believe them to be connected...could this be true?
Chapter 1-The Recruitment
"...hey."
"...snore..."
"Get up. I said get up."
"...snort...sniffle..."
"I said get up, damn it!"
With this outburst, the bed was kicked over, seriously disrupting its inhabitant and dropping him painfully to the ground. As said inhabitant, a pale blue-skinned anthropomorphic dragon, climbed off the ground, he looked over the side of his former sleeping quarters, at a female who looked uncannily similar to him. "I was in the middle of a nice dream..."
The male dragon rubbed his hand across his disheveled white hair, which seemed to stick directly into the air on its own, forming a slightly drooping mohawk. The other looked quite similar, aside from the black jumper she wore, and that her hair drooped downwards more than his, having less of a mohawk form. The irate dragoness folded her arms, muttering, "Victor, you were the one that was waiting for today, so I was expecting you up a little earlier."
The dragon boy, Victor, began pulling himself to his feet groggily, looking up at the irritated female. "What about today?"
She was not impressed with this reply, and sighed in exasperation, "I never expected you to remember anyway...today the Celestial Alliance is coming to select new recruits." Victor's response was much more alert this time.
"WHAT? Damn, I forgot!" The now frantic reptile began rushing about the duo's tent in a blur, trying to collect his equipment; an open, brown-colored vest which revealed a star-shaped pendant around Victor's neck, in the middle of which a green gem was set. "Teresa, why didn't you wake me earlier?"
"I tried," the dragoness Teresa replied, shrugging. Victor simple scowled at her, grabbing a hold of his weapon, a longsword, and strapping it to his back, before attempting to cram his breakfast down his throat. "Ahem."
Victor turned towards Teresa, who began waving a folder, in which were contained a series of unkempt papers. His fighter's report...the collection of everything he had done that was in preparation of this day, ranging from tourney records to tenures in specialized schools. Victor shot another glare at Teresa before snatching it away, stowing it in his vest. "I doubt you'll make a very good impression if you wake up 10 minutes before examination." Teresa added, before setting Victor's bed back up and causing him to suddenly gag on the contents of his mouth in shock.
"NOW you tell me?" he growled, quickly bolting out the door as Teresa rolled her eyes.
Before I get any farther ahead, I should explain where we are. The current setting is the town of Runisk. The 3 military powers comprising the Celestial Alliance, the Solar Faction, Twilight Society, and Lunar Guild, have come to accept new recruits into their forces. Victor has been waiting for this day for quite a while, as it has been his dream to become a great commander in the Twilight Society. He had been training for quite some time in order to make it into the ranks, and today, the opportunity is finally within his grasp.
Victor finally made it to the encampment building for Twilight Society recruitment examination, a large tent emblazoned with a green banner, a star design on the front. He ran up to the personnel, who glanced at the dragon boy from behind a desk with a bored expression. Panting, Victor held up said folder, which was snatched up by the examiner who proceeded to filter through the pages, occasionally nodding and shaking their head. After a few moments, the figure handed Victor his folder back; guessing that he had passed the first part, Victor proceeded to walk in, only to be pushed back by the guard standing next to the entrance. The dragon boy frowned, grunting, "The hell was that for?"
"He didn't say you could go in."
Victor narrowed his gaze. "But he didn't say..."
"You didn't pass."
Victor's shocked gaze was turned to the examiner, who continued, "There are qualifications. You didn't meet them. Simple as that."
A few moments passed, Victor attempting to form words in a pitiful attempt at a rebuttal. He finally stood up, turning away with a grumble; there went all his hard work, for naught. Now what was he going to do? As he walked off, he glanced at the two tents nearby the Twilight examination tent; those being for hopefuls trying to get into the Solar Faction or Lunar Guild. Victor thought this over for a moment; if he went back to Teresa, he'd no doubt get an earful from her about how she was SO right about him being unable to pass the test. On the other hand, he could try out for the Solar Faction or Lunar Guild; granted, the Solar Faction's standards were deemed to be even higher than the Twilight Society's, and Victor didn't exactly relish the thought of joining the Lunar Guild, given their less than stellar track record. But, what choice did he have?
After thinking it over, Victor approached the Lunar examiner's table, and reluctantly handed the examiner his folder. The figure looked the contents over, and like with the Twilight soldier, handed them over to him again wordlessly. Remembering what had occurred last time, Victor began to walk away with a sour expression, however, a voice stopped him from going too far. "Where are you going?"
Victor came to a stop, looking around at the source of the voice, the Lunar examiner. "You passed. You can go in now."
The dragon's eyes widened slightly, prompting him to look up at the tent, the crescent moon seemingly staring down at him from its perch on a dark blue banner. Finally, Victor looked down at the entrance, finally smirking and pushing his way inside.