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Legend
Prologue
They say man has always been in the middle of good and evil.
They say we create evil.
Do we?
Evil was a creation of man? War, murder, torture, we created those things for sure.
There has always been a war between good and evil, right from the early days.
Humanity has struggled against its demons for centuries and will most likely do the same for hundreds of thousands of years.
All we need is for someone or something to break the cycle of violence that repeats itself more harshly over the thousands of years that has passed over the worlds.
Good and evil, right and wrong, whatever you call it.
Its always the same fight people have been dying for.
People have believed they've died for good purposes, serving their kings and queens and masters.
Some people, some darker people fight because they can fight.
For hundreds of years a shadow of evil has been cast over the lands.
It seems good is almost gone.
Forests once thick of bush and tree and animal life now lay burned to ashes, the animal carcases burned and fed upon.
The rivers run red with blood of slaughtered innocents.
Whole villages burned to the ground, the inhabitants locked and barricaded inside the burning homes.
Some slaughtered for mere game and joy.
Some younger children were deemed fit to be slaves and captured, the ones that fought back.
Once our lands were peaceful.
Everyone was happy and went about their business like they normally would.
Without warning, from the north came them.
They attacked and killed everyone.
Some of the children were sent away to become soldiers; harsh, cold killing machines that would not hesitate to kill someone, even if they are down or are weapon less, they are without honour, nor code.
The women of the villages raped and murdered.
The animals all stolen for food.
Those who opposed the evil rulers would be made an example of.
Hung on castle walls allowing for birds to peck and tear at the hanging people, those brave...or foolish enough to speak against the rulers.
Many brave knights have fought and lost against the evil forces that grips our lands so tightly.
No one has ever come close.
The bravest of warriors are referred to as Legends because of stories that are spread about their battles the warriors has fought.
Legends are immortal warriors fighting for good.
The Legends are the valiant, they help everyone in distress and ward off the evils.
They're supposed to.
A Legend never dies, the stories of them live on forever.
Unfortunately, the mortal body does die, at one point there were one hundred of them, but when the evil swept the land, even some of the greatest warriors were murdered.
Now there are less than seven.
The unlawful leaders have placed warrants on their heads and occasionally they loose their luck.
Not even the greatest Legend won against the evil.
He died over one hundred and twenty years ago.
He was supposedly murdered whilst he slept but a body was never recovered.
The skies over the cities that were persuaded to change on some nights there was a red glow over them as people fought back and were gagged then thrown into a bonfire.
It would be seen from miles around.
Villages opposing the rulers still existed but now few in far between.
The ones that still survived were the strongest and had grown from other villagers seeking sanctuary from the invaders.
Invaders that were swift and precise in attacks.
Even the best armies were no match for them in the end.
Running would only delay the demise.
If you were lucky you could escape from their dark soldiers but it was very unlikely.
Their archers were precise with deadly precision, their swordsman were experienced and carried two swords with two throwing knives.
The horsemen were deadly efficient with the swords and were swift.
Crossbow men could shoot three crossbows at once, you couldn't escape them, no one has, at least one would get you, inside the arrow head contained poison which was slow working and has no known cure.
The evils possessed catapults, heavy crossbows.
They poses large ships at sea, they are the fastest and most powerful ships built, armed with men, they board and sink ships with fast efficiency.
Whole fleets of boats have been destroyed with no survivors, hundreds of wrecks sent to the bottom, there riches plundered.
They rarely take hostages.
It is a campaign we have been loosing since day one.
All those hundreds of years ago.
It has been nothing but death, disease and famine.
It was the apocalypse, they claim the evil is a demon, the way they act, it would seem correct.
No sane human would do what those things have done.
Its impossible.
Millions of people have been killed, perhaps billions.
They wont ever stop.
The rulers of these lands are harsh and cold.
Nor do they have mercy and are without pity or remorse.
They would have you killed and never would they care.
To them blood was like rain, plentiful.
They didn't care who they killed, as long as they kill.
Where ever the armies went they would cause horrors and pain a normal human would never be exposed to driving them to the brink or over of insanity.
People who would survive these atrocities would go mad with what they had witnessed.
The good hide in fear, never or rarely leaving their hamlets in fear they bring them to their sacred and last best chances of survival, their homes.
Sometimes their food would grow low but villagers would rarely leave theie homes.
Farming communities lived under constant threat.
They do not have enough defences.
No one does.
Its a world terrified.
They know their time is drawing nearer.
Only the thick forests of Tabara provide protection, the largest forest in the lands, so vast it has yet to fall to the evil, although half has been destroyed with it over forty different kinds of animal and five villages.
Its only a matter of time before the rest falls, it will fall.
There the trees are two hundred years old.
The trees go on forever in every direction, with mountains taller than the clouds.
Inside the forest are numerous villages, including the one where you were born.
There are also dozens of forest animals that too are at risk.
Any species is in danger, not just in the forest, in the water, skies, anywhere every living thing is in danger.
No one or anything is safe.
The lands wait for when someone or something would stand up to the great evils that so swiftly and so brutally took over our lands.
Those of good wait for when that time comes.
We wait for a time of when a new Legend is born.
In the hamlet of Elaiure, in the Lands of Apollon eighteen years ago you were born.
You were raised to be the best warrior of your tribe.
You were the strongest, the smartest, the bravest and the wisest.
You studied hard and pressed on when others fell.
You were raised to be a Legend.
You are a Legend.
Author notes
Beywriter: Here's a fantasy fic for you, thought I'd try my abilities at it.
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