End Of A Legacy (Re-upload)
Prologue
*AUTHORS NOTE*
This is my first story so PLEASE be as critical as possible. I'm very open-minded about other people's criticisms and would greatly appreciate what you would have to say if anything at all. This story of mine is just something I came up with while i was in class at school, I missed out on all the notes but I like to think it was worth it. I will be using my own head-canon so please don't get all upset if anything is different from the actual cannon, but I will try to keep it as close to it as I can. Now with all that out of the way, I do hope you enjoy!
Fields of Tengeth
7th cycle of Gwyn's age of fire
As the sun sets on the low horizon of Forrosa, birds can be heard chirping, the wind lightly gusting in the trees. The sky is a mixture of red, purple, and dark blue, it was
sunset. The stars appeared in the sky like fire flies buzzing in and out of existence. A lone rider is seen riding fast along the dirt road through and out of a forest into a large
open field. A vast field of hills, flatland's, and meadows. These grasslands would come together to make what is known as the "Fields of Tengeth" named as such in memory
of its founder. However these peaceful lands have unfortunately been chosen as the battlegrounds for two nations who will soon wage war on each other, and they are
looking for men to toss into the flame. The lone rider, a mere messenger, makes his solitary ride for a local homestead in the hills. The messenger carries in his satchel, a
draft notice. From the homestead the riders lantern is seen in the far off distance, moving at great speed. A woman looks out the window of her cottage and watches
helplessly as the rider comes baring grave news. A man, the husband, steps forward next to his wife for a moment. He puts a hand on her shoulder and steps outside, ready
to greet the rider. As the lone rider climbs off his horse to meet the husband, he gives a silent look of sympathy, or was it regret? He hands the husband the draft and and
climbs back onto his horse, waiting for his passenger to climb on as well. The husband looks back at the little cottage and sees his wife's silhouette in the doorway. The two
men lock eyes for a moment. After a silent exchange the rider gives a nod of understanding, he would wait for however long they needed. The husband without a word wishes
his wife a goodbye, knowing that the fields of war may not let him return home. The husband looks away and walks to the rider. He climbs up and they begin their ride for a
recruitment camp, but not without a final backwards glance, and off they went. That would not be the last time the husband and the wife would see each other, but it would
be twelve long years before they do. The husband's name was Jorean… Jorean Vagend. The legendary father who was forged in the fires of war, and who would go to achieve
many things in his life,and in some ways in death. One of which would be the creation of his only son, and he will grow up to be a great hero of legend just like his father. But
in order to get to the heart of that story, you have to go back to the beginning. To take a look at a man who would build a legacy so grand that it would go down in history for
generations to come. We will get a quick look into the life of the father. His journey would start in the Grand Army of Forrosa as a foot soldier. Forrosa had just recently waged
war on their neighboring nation to the south Mirrah, and he would be one of the many warriors on the front lines, of the first battle. It was a terrible and bloody campaign.
The fighting had gone on for weeks with the Forrosans only gaining minor ground. As he fought in these conflicts he watches as his brothers bleed and die along side him, and
in that moment he realized something. He would not share the same fate as his comrades on some war torn battlefield as a lowly foot soldier with no name. He would live to
fight another day, for his loved one. And with that Jorean would fight, and kill, fight, and kill. He would gain more and more prestige in the battles he endured, and would rise
up the in the ranks of his grand army. He would later stand out among his brothers to those leading the mighty Forrosan armies. They would pick him for specific missions
and gave him formal training as a legionary. He would impress his superiors so much, to the point that they would let him become the squire to a Lion knight, later becoming
one himself. He would lead his legions to victory day by day, week by week, month by month. He was a brilliant and ruthless tactician and as such a valuable asset to the
military, but he was not without chivalry. He would let survivors of battles return home to their kin rather than keeping them as slaves as others of nobility would do, even
though they almost always returned with a bigger army to strike them down, none would return home upon that point. He listened well to the advice of the troops under his
command and would learn howto better treat them, and use them effectively without causing needless bloodshed. He truly cared about the lives his men and as a result, they
held him in high regards, and his legion became a quick choice for new recruits looking to join the military. But something unusual happened. One day on assignment to
protect a village from opposing advance from a foreign nation, a healing cleric would make his rounds in the medical tents when he sensed something, or someone immensely
powerful nearby, he decided he could spare a few moments to discover the source of this anomaly. He trusted his faith to guide him, and it led him to a knight named Jorean.
After a long exchange between the two, Jorean is convinced by the cleric to become a member of the church of the Way Of White, to tap into his innate power to better serve
the people, despite the disapproval of his superiors. Some say that if Jorean hadn't left the military to become a cleric, Forrosa would still have existed and conquered most of
the known territories. Thankfully his old legion wanted the best for their old commander, they wished him luck and appointed his second in command as their leader. He never
learned of any news about their whereabouts after becoming a cleric, he hoped they were well and won great glory for themselves. He spent many years practicing the ways
of the church, learning its teachings, and telling tales of ancient miracles in his time as a cleric. However he never fully committed to the cloth, in fact during his free time he
would take up his old claymore and travel alone into the woods. He would spend hours upon hours practicing and honing his skills in the ways of the sword and of the faith,
he blended the two arts and infused his weapon with lightning, a mighty thing his blade became. It was this constant ritual of that gained the eye of the arch deacon at the
time. He confined in the other high ranking members of the church, and they would elect to make him one of the very few paladins who dutifully served the church. He
underwent rigorous training to test his strength and faith to the gods. Very few ever survive the "Trials of Faith" as they called it to become a paladin, Jorean was one of those
survivors. He gained so much power that he was even able to cast sunlight great spears more powerful than most of the others who knew the tale. He served the church as a
one man army, a lightning paladin, who would be sent on mission trips, or sent on quests to slay those who would challenge the church and its beliefs. He would eventually
be set free from their grasp and sent into the world, given only a set of brass armor, his lightning claymore, a sunlight talisman,and his faith to the gods. He gained much
notoriety in his travels, even going as far as to achieve many things thought impossible by most. He slayed a flock of powerful witches who sought to steal the power of the
sun, and send the world into an age of dark magic, he would challenge legions and emerge victorious. He even managed to tame a rare and dangerous ice drake and
presented as a pet to a young just king with no name. He even led the first charge as a mercenary of the Way Of Whites first crusade against an occult rebellion who believed
that the age of fire should end, and that an age of dark should take its place. But there was one thing that many say was his greatest achievement to have been gained in his
travels. Long ago a nameless creature crawled out of the shadows, and sought to consume the world. A demon, not of chaos, but of dark. Jorean would challenge this terrible
beast so that it may not eat the world as we know it. The battle waged for weeks unending, until he drove the demon back into the shadow of which it came. He put upon the
the shadow a seal of protection preventing none from entering, and none from leaving. It was here that the demon would stay for the rest of time, never to escape its cage of
light. But what many people forget, is that he had a son. Those few who do know of the child, say that the child was a disappointment, a dishonor to the Vagends short but
great legacy, and that he was a fool, a coward,and a shameful excuse of a descendant to Jorean. But there are a select few who know the true story of the child. Those who
vowed to tell the stories to their son'sand daughter's. So that they could recount the great tales of him and his companions, and so that they may never be forgotten to the
tides of history. Let me tell you the story… Of Fashm, The Shamed, The Murderer, The Healer, The Savior.
The Eternal Storm…
*AUTHORS NOTE*
Hey thanks for sticking around and reading the prologue! This was re-uploaded due to bad spacing, grammar errors, and new lines of story. I don,t plan to "Re-Re-Upload" this particular chapter so if there is anything that you don't really like, just change it up in your head. But that should all be fixed now (I hope). I plan to add more to this story that I really hope you enjoyed so far! I also don't plan to make authors notes very often unless its me saying i'm putting the story on hold for a while, which I don't plan on doing. How many times can I say Plan? A lot apparently. But That's about it, I hope you enjoyed the prologue and hope that you look forward to future chapters. I'm rambling now so i'll stop here. See you next time!