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circa 6th Sept, 1399. Perion.
1.38am

Clouds of black smoke roiled across a crimson backdrop of burning flames. Five figures were silhouetted against the raging inferno that once was the great town of Perion, facing what could have been a cross of an ancient hydra and a winged dragon.

The monster was at least eighty feet tall, with thirteen serpentine heads with long necks that gave them the range of a skilled bowmaster. Its massive body supported by equally massive limbs, with the forelimbs ending in four taloned digits, and the longer hind limbs had thick dense muscles that allowed it to run at speeds faster than any, when it bothered to run at all.

Huge wings that grew at the base of the necks provided the lift necessary for a body that size to soar at such an altitude, and constantly battered the lands of Perion with winds that any normal adventurer would have trouble standing in.

With a roar, the Draco, as it was called in that time, leapt with claws ahead, attempting to crush the five with its weight. The speed of the Draco was astonishing, but its opponent's were just short of phenomenal. With barely a whisper, they separated and regrouped behind the dragon in a blink of an eye.

The adventurers continued to bombard the Draco with spells, arrows, stars, and blows disproportionate to the number of people it came from, but if anything, the monster hardly seemed to be affected.

With a whoosh, the thirteen heads of the accursed monster took in huge amounts of air to fuel the fire within, and breathed out in unison, creating a blaze that dwarfed even that which was burning Perion.

Time slowed to a crawl, and a muttered word from one of the figures created a blue-tinted bubble that encased the party, negating the white hot flames that touched the shield.

The battle continued in this fashion, a deadlock in which neither party could gain the upper hand.

Two days and nights passed, and finally one of the skilled scored a blow even the Draco could not ignore. One of the thirteen heads were sliced off, leaving a stump where it fell. Enraged, the Draco fought ferociously, and the battle between the two sides continued in a stalemate.

A week flew by, and the monster's heads were whittled down to but one, and only adrenaline and hope kept the party of five battling for their lives and for others'. The last head seemed to fight with extra vigour, as though the spirits of the other heads still lived, and were giving strength to the last remaining head.

The Draco had already tried to escape, but the muscle tendons in one of its hind legs seemed to have been severed during the fight, and its wings were no better off, having been pierced through by numerous arrows and stars.

The final head was cut off, and the body toppled over, causing a tremor on the ground. Silence ensued, for the five heroes had martyred themselves for the peace of the world.

After fighting for a week and two days, they had unconsciously made killing the Scourge of Perion the sole goal of their lives, and now that it was done, all their hearts had given out simultaneously.


Almost 650 years later, 14th June, 2012.

Twelve year old Gaia Tacet alighted from the wooden ship of Shanks, a level 10 beginner fresh from Maple Island.

Gaia was eleven and a half when he decided to go adventuring, wanting to follow in the footsteps of many before him, and yet surpassing them to attain the fourth job. He had left his home in Amherst behind in pursuit of his dreams, with it, his parents, and his younger sister, eight year old Joy.

His interests had always lain in the field of archery ("You want to spend your life shooting sticks?!" his sister had exclaimed, but as always, was ignored), and he often envisioned himself holding an elaborate bow, complete with scrolls and the finest strings attainable, and shooting with such precision at a target so distant that it would seem invisible to the unskilled eye. How magnificent it would be, to hear the cheers of the crowd around him, as they beheld the arrow whizzing through the air towards the intended target.

Oh, how glorious, how triumphant he would feel.

And finally, at level 10, he was ready to take the first step towards becoming a legendary bowmaster.

He skipped his way towards the ticketing booth, and asked for transport towards Henesys, land of bowmen.

"That would be 120 meso, factoring in the 90% discount for beginners." The man had a long black ponytail, and spoke monotonously, as if he had been in the ticketing booth all his life.

120 meso?! That's a little... The 100 thousand meso he had been given by his father as a blessing was the only thing he had to his name, apart from paltry sums gained by killing monsters.

He was loathe to part with his "inheritance", as he believed in spending his meso on more important stuff like potions and equipment.

It's either this or walk. And walking is going to take a looong time. He declared to himself, and after a moment's indecision, he dug into the pouch and flung the coins onto the counter.

"To Henesys it is," murmured the boy, half to himself.

A weird sense of displacement, and Gaia was transported towards Henesys.


"Nimble feet," he cast the spell, feeling a slight drain on his energy, and yet his feet seemed faster, his body lighter. Gaia sprinted towards the tallest building in sight, which was in fact, a tree so intricately carved and perfected by the elfin bowmistress Athena Pierce herself that it seemed more like a work of art than a mere structure to live in.

Wiping the sweat from his brow, he walked on the stone path towards the abode of the legendary bowmistress.

He took a deep breath, and knocked on the wooden door.


Author's Note: Okay. Finished. Review! And maybe I'll think its nice. Oh and if you thought the first part was a little skimpy, it's a summary. The full length blow-by-blow shall be written later. In a separate story.