This is my first time to write a story. Easy on the reviews, alright?

The Legendary Chronicles (a Ragnarok Online fanfic)

Prologue: Possession of Light

It was a nice day. There were clear, blue skies, birds singing in the trees, not to mention the cool breeze that was in the air. But one particular traveler was not quite as bright as the sun that was shining on him. He was a High Priest. He looked old, a man of about 60 years. He had a bald head and wrinkly features. But he wasn't frail and decrepit. In fact, there was an aura of dignity and youthful energy about him. His face commanded respect and authority. He was used to being treated with such, though.

He had been walking for about a week or two nonstop. The reason for this was that he was following a voice which called out to him in his dreams. He tried to ignore it at first, but every time he slept, it would call him again. He was being driven nuts by this voice, and he could not take it anymore! It was drawing him to some place, like a flame drawing a moth to it. He decided to set out and follow this voice.

The man was quite popular in the kingdom of Prontera. Everyone knew him as the humblest, kindest, and noblest figure in the kingdom. But those traits all hid his true nature. In reality, he was a selfish, arrogant and power-hungry man who would use any means to achieve his goals. But he was also cowardly and insecure. He knows that he has power, but he also fears that inevitable death will soon take it away. This fear has haunted him all throughout his life, and the more he got older, the more it bothered him. And when he became an old man, he knew that the end for him would come soon. If only there was a way to live eternally, he thought! He researched all the books in the Prontera Library, looking for any weapon, enchantment or artifact that would grant him what he sought for. But he found NOTHING, not even the tiniest spell or trinket that would give him many more years to live. He felt bitter and unhappy, and he locked himself in his quarters so that he could waste himself away. Everyone began to think he was a sick and demented madman. And then the voice came. It promised that he would live forever and have ultimate power if he would do what it says. When he first heard it, he thought they were just empty words. But as it repeated itself over and over again, that's when he realized it could be his big chance to get what he always wanted. And besides, he wanted to get rid of this voice as well. That's why he hurriedly left the kingdom with no provisions or means of transportation whatsoever.

The sky became dark and cloudy. He finally arrived at his destination - the Glast Heim fortress. It was a place of evil. Strangely, he did not encounter trouble along the way. And he did not get tired or even stopped to look for food and water during the journey. Why, he thought? Why did he get here without any hassle? He pushed away those thoughts, knowing it wouldn't do him any good to just stay in place while he ponders them. He entered inside. If there was any trouble inside, he would just have to deal with it.

He was becoming more aware of the voice. He could now sense it. It was coming from the church. He made his way there. Nothing stopped him. Entering the church, he saw that the walls and the floor were made of stone. The whole place had an eerie gothic aura about it. Suddenly, a demonic entity with a long black cape made of fire and with a skull for a head appeared before him. The Dark Lord! He prepared to combat the demon. But then more appeared! He realized that these were only Dark Illusions. Nevertheless, he knew that they pose a threat to him, and they had to be dealt with. The Dark Illusions closed in on him.

He bowed his head and put his hands together in a praying manner. He focused all his energy on casting a spell. Raising his head, he roared, "MAGNUS EXORCISMUS!!"

A great aura of holy light emanated from the area which he stood on. It engulfed him as well the Dark Illusions, who writhed and screamed in pain. They slowly disintegrated into nothing. Regaining himself, he stood upright. Then he heard the voice again.

"IMPRESSIVE! I SEE THAT YOU ARE EVEN MORE WORTHY OF THE POWER WHICH I PROMISED TO YOU! COME!"

The voice was louder this time. The man was now cautious. He had just been attacked by Dark Illusions! Something must be going on, he thought. Pressing on, he came upon a big churchyard. Each side of it was lined gravestones. In the middle was an area that looked like a cross with a big square inside it. He walked up to it and saw even more gravestones. In the center of the area was a marble throne. The marble seemed to be black. On the top of the throne was a symbol that looked like a red skull overlapping a white cross. Underneath the symbol were the words:

POWER AND IMMORTALITY

SHALL BE GIVEN

TO THE ONE

SEATED ON THIS THRONE

He could not control himself! The thought of almighty power and immortality in his hands...at last, it was going to become a reality! Wiping away all thoughts of caution from his mind, he sat on the throne. At first, he felt nothing. But then his head started to hurt for a few seconds, and then he lost consciousness. The last thing he heard was an evil, sinister laugh that echoed throughout the fortress and in his head...

The Dark Lord laughed. He suddenly appeared out of nowhere, in the churchyard of his stronghold of evil. He teleported into the middle of the place. He saw an old man seated on a throne.

"Excellent, my trap has worked," he said.

He channeled his will to the man.

"Rise."

The man obeyed without question. He stood upright.

"Very good!" the Dark Lord exclaimed. "It is all going according to plan. The world will soon be mine..."

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!"

(end of the chapter)

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