Chapter One

King Allen's Fatal Death

The countries of Serdio, Tiberoa, Mille Seseau and the Death Frontier have always been peaceful. Serdio, a country with powerful defensive skills, makes it hard for other countries to trade goods. It is also home to the plains. Tiberoa, a country with powerful techniques to make enemies retreat, sometimes scares away tourists. It also homes the mountains. Mille Seseau, a country with powerful magic abilities, is a place where people claim to see a Water Dragon. It homes the sea. The Death Frontier, a country with the ability to kill enemies in a single blow, had some tourists that have never returned. It homes the never-ending desert.

Let's turn our focus on Serdio. The ruler of this country is named King Allen, while his son's name is Prince Lance. Allen is trying very hard to help his son level-up to the point where his ceremony, for the seat on the throne, can take place. They train with lances, or spears, and so far Lance is not very good, unfortunately

"Ah, whoa, ta, aaaah," Lance yelled as his father threw a Slim Lance into him.

"Come on boy," Allen said as he pulled it out of his son, "put some effort in it."

"Ugh, I'm trying father, but it's hard to fight you or my people," Lance countered.

"Huff I guess that I've been a little hard on you," Allen said, as he handed a Professional Lance to him. "Here, take my old lance and I've also been saving this for you until the right moment."

"Dad, my name's carved in it, thank you," Lance awed. "And what's this stone?"

"I know that eventually you will find out," Allen said grinning.

Lance received the Professional Lance, Scorcher, and a mysterious, red, orb-shaped stone.

"Milord Allen, soldiers sir! Hundreds sir," one of the Serdio Kingdom's watchmen had said.

"Send in our finest troops! Recruit rankers up front! Hold them off," Allen ordered.

"Yes sire!" Then he ran off, yelling to the other soldiers as he went.

"Lance, I'm sorry, but…" Allen started.

"Father, what is it?"

"Huff I have to risk my life on this battle right now. Vallen, report!"

"Yes, your majesty," he said as he entered.

"Take my son, and flee. If the enemy follows, fight for survival. Got it?"

"Yes sir, I understand. Come with me Lance."

"No, take your hands off me! I order you!"

"Vallen, when you reach the boarder to Tiberoa, let him free. And you will follow as his protector. You have my permission to knock his weapon away from him and injure him, as long as he knows that coming back here will get him killed, and if he tries to fight you, knock him out! That's an order!"

"I understand," Vallen agreed.

"Now, be gone with you! Hurry!" And as Vallen struggled with Lance, Allen rushed off into the next corridor. When he reached the battleground, he noticed that the Death Frontier's king's troops had been the ones to start this war. Allen reached his throne, but was then surrounded by enemies, and the man himself, the lord of darkness as dark as hell, Emperor Zeig! As being a Necromancer, he readied a dark ball of energy.

"Where is it," Zeig asked, with a very dark tone.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Allen countered.

"The stone you idiot! The stone of power, the stone of sacred flames, the stone of the soul of the Red-eyed Dragon!"

"Well, if I knew where it was, why would I tell you?"

"I have no patience for a fool like you! Hurah! Die, ha, ha, ha, ha! See you in hell!" The Necromancer used his mighty dark powers, and attacked King Allen.

"S-someone wi-wi-…" and he never had the chance to finish what he would have said.

"I hope you knew that your son…is next……"