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Dawn of Heroes

Prologue

Written by Dragenruler

It was an ancient anecdote; the history of their ancestors acknowledged through a barely forgotten tale. The divinity, father of all, once roamed across the growth of the Dales. A humble man, he governed all elven cities across the mainland. His finesse and magical prowess notorious but the rapid prosperity of their kingdom quickly reached the ears of the humans. The alliance between the two kingdoms was delicate and the notion of the recently flourishing elven country worrisome.

There were three immense elven cities; everlasting trees roamed across the lands fabricating a glimmering illusion of utopia. It was an elegant existence, peaceful with unending spells and rituals that took years to accomplish. Over a year, the tension heightened between the two nations and soon it became too much. The great Scourge began. Humans had strength and power. The elven had immortality and sorcery but they were the minority and vastly outnumbered. The Innocent fancied their ancient existence and continued to convey their devotion for that time but the two cities were expeditiously obliterated; the humans razed the magnificent region and conscripted the remaining elven into slums and slavery.

The event was remarkably murderous and caused tremendous distress among the elven and the divinity. The capitol was certain to follow in The Scourge's destruction. War eradicated too many, and so it was determined. Myths of a ritual, something portentous and yet they were too despondent to fear. Their immortality would be purged and used to provide them the protection they yearned but the knowledge of the severity of the spell was immensely obscured, and the true consequences unknown. The divinity prepared, and soon the ritual began. The earth hectically trembled; severing into lanky tendrils as an impalpable barrier enclosed the whole city. The outside began to gradually fade while the dwellings and greenery inside were demolished, becoming only remnants of the before.

Everything beyond the imperishable barrier evaporated and was instantly restored with the azure-coloured heavens. Clouds lingered above and beside and the earth of the mainland extinct except for a vestige of the Dales. The divinity dissolved before all participants, the light was consuming, blinding, and The Grand Oak immediately sprouted. Immense roots and stubs scoured throughout the sacred temple, dismantling the enclosure as it rapidly spread and grew. The grand oak was magnificent, and teal-glimmering wisps falteringly emerged.

All they knew was lost; their land, existence and the divinity. They had to adapt, and rebuilt remnants of the before with the divinity's children. Their magic an ethereal illusion that along with their immortality became irretrievable. They tried to mimic the barbaric practices of the humans, desperately trying to rebuild but what they lost was irreversible. Two centuries elapsed and the aspirations of the elven commenced with the birth of the first magical user since the death of the divinity. The tale was overly long and prejudicial.

Hisana laboriously inhaled, promptly shaking her head as she fumblingly tried to exploit the obscurity of the night. The tale of their ancestors regularly swept through the village, often being recited on festivals – or so she was told by the Innocent. Hisana rarely knew of anything outside the knowledge of those mental-bats. She loathed the Innocent, a fraction of clerics that inhibited their temples and citadel, and they reiterated the tale of the elven disgrace daily.

The Innocent was her keepers, assigned to preserve the purity and essence of the divinity's lineage. Her father, a descendant and current ruler of the only remaining clan, had unquestionably entrusted her life with the clerics. The magic that simmered inside her was foreign to all, and her teaching on the subject was unduly restricted by their ignorance. She was a forgotten elven dream; a relic to be revered and they groomed her for the future as a saviour. Her existence developed in confinement, a vigilant gaze always fixated on her and her actions. They daubed her with extravagant cloths and jewellery, her purity and magic needed to be displayed through her appearance. She was the exemplification of extravagant royalty, admired as the new divinity.

Friends were mere myths and her acquaintances cautiously sifted through for authorization. Her life was everything but her own until the arrival of her sister. Hisana mutely sighed, grovelling in the muck behind the overgrowth of shrubs as she tried to veil herself from her keepers. The hunters were doubtlessly pursuing her but the Hinterlands were rarely scouted through. It was intimidating, the granular sensation of soil smudging across her skin. Eighteen winters old and the thrill of getting dirty was unknown to her.

The Hinterlands was home to the Grand Oak and remnants of the before still drifted throughout the enshrouding forest. The Dales conceived it immoral to venture onto the sacramental lands of the before. The ancestors left due to the assumption of a blighted terrain but the legend of The Grand Oak was also celebrated; those few elven desperate for help would receive it if the Grand Oak found you worthy. A silly superstition she was not meant to learn. Hisana firmly inhaled, clumsily hurdling over the shrub, propelling herself through the overgrowth of the forgotten path.

Her fingers securely entangled in the cloths concealing her bosom, trying to halt the rapid thumping of her heart. A feeble glimmer materialized on her fingertips, the essence of her lineage intensely simmered inside her. The light glittered throughout the night, gradually brightening the darkness. Specks of lustrous power flickered from her palms into the ground. The earth subtly quivered as the soil ruptured apart, tendrils of saplings sprouted and ensconced her trail.

She was oblivious to the creation of Rukia and four summers transpired before she was informed. All descendants of the divinity were to be fostered by the Innocent and Rukia was greeted as a youngling. Laughter constantly filled the temples while she cavorted and cries echoed when her adventures left injuries; she could run and jump and be stained in muck. Rukia was blessed with freedom through the ages and the discipline of the bow. Jealously was inevitable, but the love for her sister grew to be overwhelming. Their relationship was unregulated, her first friendship that the Innocent authorized.

Her sister was the only bit of freedom allowed, her experience of everything suddenly increased, but Hisana knew it would not last and a few moons ago it happened. Rukia vanished and no one remembered. Only Hisana was able to recall those memories. It was horrifying, causing her thoughts to both race and halt. The Innocent quickly dismissed her worried words, disciplining her for her absurd behaviour, but Hisana could not live without Rukia. They prohibited her from leaving the temple, thus her life was immensely restricted. Rukia was her escape, someone had seized her freedom and it was unacceptable, so she devised a plan.

Her movement was slow and bulky, running was an unfamiliar concept and it was exhilarating. The darkness tickled her bones, her eyes gradually adjusted to the increasing shadows as she wriggled through the dense woodlands. The trees seemed infinite, entwining branches curled towards one another, cloaking the glistening orbs of the night. Her cheeks inflated as she tried to swallow her breath. She was too slow. The hunters would be upon her soon. Her meek incantation would not outlive the energy of the Hinterlands.

Mottles of vivid light promptly flaunted itself before her, instantly plunging further into the icy night. A decrepit voice breathed with the wind, stroking through her long tresses, the darkness engrossed her senses while her heels dug deeper into the muck. The Grand Oak was before her. Its roots delicately stroked her feet. Its imperceptible words distinct as it hummed in an ancient melody. Tiny flecks of wisps falteringly unveiled themselves. They diffidently wobbled towards her, scrutinizing her aura. Magic steadily pulsated underneath her feet, infiltrating her skin when she reached towards the hovering wisps.

Her hair prickled, the wisps frolicking across her skin. The teal-coloured glow immediately enkindled and their movement reverberated. They were captivating. Their light barely penetrated the darkness. The genial murmurs intensified, the ancient voice becoming more incisive. It was instantaneous. The black of night promptly dissipated, glistening teal-hued orbs immediately illuminated her surroundings as an infinite amount of specks announced their presence. More tiny spheres spellbindingly shimmered against her, taunting her. They chaotically flittered, fluently whispering a distant tongue.

"My Kin, what pains you…?"

Hisana's sinews sorely throbbed, the intensity of the whispers generated puissant flares within her magical essence. A stifled shriek ripped from her, wisps frantically flounced against her head. The sibilating tenor echoed, her heart recklessly palpitated and her psyche deprived of lucid comprehension. Torrents of torturous pain surged throughout her physique compelling Hisana to her knees, slender digits mauled at the muck. Her heart bare and her despair exhibited as the energy scoured through her everything.

She was unable to breathe and hysteria rapidly insinuated her thoughts, her figure ferociously quivered… The wisps briskly whirred around her before halting abruptly, the orbs dimming as they waited. Hisana exigently inhaled, her throat searing from the rapid intake. Svelte fingers crimped through the mud when an amiable flare charred against her concealed palms; the dirt illuminating. It was intense, the power, increasing. Seedlings instantly sprouted from the soil, flourishing as it intertwined around her outstretched arms. Her eyes went wide; her breath inflated her cheeks and ruffled against her face as she exhaled.

"The prophecy…" The wisps synchronously whispered. The voice resonated throughout the terrain, ancient and hoary. It became too familiar. "The one, so pure… You are the first since-." Her gaze became misty, her surroundings evaporated into darkness. The lustrous flare of her hands promptly thrummed, illuminating the emptiness. Nausea spread through her physique as the walloping of her heart intensified. "Fix my faults daughter. They await you."

Nothing was logical. The blackness instantly devoured her.

Ostentatious voices stilly echoed. The amorphous void depleted all of her cognition. Her abdomen harshly coiled, nausea itching at her throat as she lolled her head sideways, the exhaustion was overpowering. It was soothing, the presage atmosphere that permeated her physique and lulled her further to sleep. Her eyes fluttered, a tender caress skimmed across her cheek. Her bones eerily crepitated when she sluggishly stirred her stiff sinews.

"She's not the one. She has no magic."

It was dark, and extremely humid. Lithe digits burrowed into the moist earth as she firmly compelled herself against a petrous surface. Her joints achingly throbbed. Something happened… She was not home. The Dales presence was excessively magical and resinous, and that bearing atmosphere vanished. An earthy spice lingered, but the soil seemed rotten with impurity. Rukia grimaced, her brows furrowing at the disconnection from the Dales dominated her senses. Every scent and sensation was foreign. She opened her eyes, cautiously blinking the mist from her vision.

Blackness consumed the atmosphere, an inaccessible pulsation of droplets echoed. A twinkling flame from a candle scarcely illuminated the cavern, strident rocks stemmed from the surface. The light peculiarly etiolated into darkness. Two figures gradually shifted beyond the lustrous glow. She hesitantly swallowed, her palms guardedly shuffled towards her back frantically seeking her bow. Wobbly feet plunged into the moist soil as she yanked herself into a standing position. She was unable to recall…

"She is useless. Depose her."

Weariness devoured at her physique. Her limbs vigorously quivered at her weight. Rukia tentatively swallowed, frantically trying to clear the miasma concealing her thoughts. She incoherently mumbled her voice brusque as she tried to construct words. A frown adorned her visage when she glared. It was foreign, their words, a tongue never taught to the elven. The soothing whispers of the figures reiterated through her thoughts, trying to decipher the unknown words. "Who's there?" She screamed in elven.

"Be calm, my child." An elegant voice uttered the elven immaculate and ancient. Something rapidly festered inside her, immediately soothing the tension within her sinews. Her physique staggered when she relinquished the protruding crag of the petrous cavern, attentively settling her feet in front one another as she shuffled towards the familiar voice. It was distinctly elven. She was home, with her sisters and the hunters. The presence of it was overwhelming; her gaze obscured when the illusion absorbed her mind.

The breeze was intense and the trees high. Multiple lithe figures glissaded beside her, graciously sprinting through the endless trees. The magic was enthralling, stimulating them as they hunted. Her bow delicate against her shoulders and intertwining stilettos swaddled in her boots. Freedom was magnificent. The artistry of the elven terrain, the Dales, was exquisite. The memory instantly altered, reconstructing itself in the form of her sister. Her smile radiant as she and Rukia mutely frolicked to nothing in her chambers, strands of fabric cavorting through the air. Rukia taught her the festival dances in private. The Innocent quickly distorted the memory, their continuous arguments vociferously reinterred throughout her mind.

Her breath faltered and her eyes slightly widened, the illusion instantaneously dissolved. A palpitating ache chafed against her stomach, gradually permeating through her physique. The pain was immediate and paralysing. Rukia automatically shifted her weight, her knees weakened as she narrowed her gaze, the darkness intense. The bitter eyes were indisputable, the glacial visage familiar with the svelte stretch of pure elven ears… Its magical aura was assuaging. The presence of her sister was encompassing. They were the same in essence, but not. The confusion was engrossing.

Rukia incoherently mumbled, quivering digits dubiously grazed against the increasing moisture on her stomach. Her gaze rapidly flickered downwards, the dark crimson unmistakable. Shit, she contemplated, her thoughts fleeting as those bitter eyes compelled her to the earth. The pain crippling, a cruel curse escaped from her, exhaustion heavy in her gaze as her surroundings became severely obscured. The energy powerful as it scrubbed through her veins, firmly securing her eyes shut. Her mind coaxing her into a state of comatose; a familiar spell her sister occasionally practiced on the Innocent.

It was wrong. Nothing made sense. Her sister was the first since the divinity, no other currently in existence... Something was wrong. This was not home.

A/N: Firstly, I am not ready to really post this but I have reread this so much that it became nitpicking rather than simply editing so I decided to post this and let you guys inform me about how awful this is.

I am currently busy with exams and finish next week Wednesday but this story already has three finished chapters written excluding the prologue.

*Title still a work in progress.

*This is going to be equally IchiRuki/ByaHisa.

*This is purely fantasy – I made a map of the lands in Photoshop if anyone wants to see.

*Winter is from May-August and Summer from November to middle March for those from the Northern Hemisphere.

*The rest shall be surprises for you to realise. :)

Please review and let me know your opinions cause this fic is a test for me, to completely finish a story and any complete story after this will be a real book.

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