7 Seals

Chapter 1: The Time magic, Chronova

Summer time, and the hot scorching sun is out once again. The sky was coated with a pure blue color, and the fields of Geffen filled with different shades of green.

"This heat is killing me….." Ganbatein, a young acolyte of 13 was currently by their house's balcony sitting on a rocking chair wearing nothing but his underwear. Not that he cared, everyone was doing it. "How can Kuzoa just stay there and cook where all the heat is?"

"I heard that!" Kuzoa, his brother bellowed from downstairs, "I'm cooking our food ya know!"

Gan just lay back down in his rocking chair, overcome by the heat. It was hard to imagine that just months ago, this place was a freezing tundra.

"Get your sorry ass down here!" Kuzoa bellowed once more, "You did nothing but lie there in your underwear! Lunch is here!"

"Fine. Fine." Normally, Gan would shout back, but heat does things to a man. He walked downstairs, grabbing a towel to wipe off the perspiration on his face.

When he reached the bottom floor, he saw Kuzoa extinguish the fire with his magic. He WAS a sage after all, but then of course, like everyone else, they weren't wearing their attires……only undies and lying around in rocking chairs..no one dared to walk the streets at this hour.

"You call THIS lunch?" Gan complained as he picked up what seemed to be "steak"

"That's called steak."

"I call it coal." Gan dropped the steak. "It's burnt, and hard. I'll go buy Chinese then…"

"You made me stay in that…inferno called a kitchen just for you to order Chinese?"

Gan didn't reply. He picked up the phone and started dialing.

"…..hello? Lou Yang fast food? I'd like to order a….."

"Ughhh…." Kuzoa uttered, agreeing to the idea. The steak DID look like coal. "I'll have…fried rice. That's all."

Deep within the recesses of Al de Baran's clock tower lay a cult that worshipped the false god, Baal. The cult was said to have long been disbanded, ages before King Tristran I brought order to the chaotic land of Midgard. All that was changed when a young acolyte discovered it.

"Ha'ta kay wa suq'hawe…." A figure within the room whispered into the ears of his worshipers. "Kan' to rehk barinte….."

The candles and torches on the walls lit up and burned vigorously. The formation the cult had written on the floor lit up.

"Taray k'otase!" It was Baal himself talking, as the young acolyte had noticed. "Bha 'kyou ro Faquir!"

Faquir didn't understand this language, but he was certain Baal felt his presence. His worshipers looked devilishly at him, stood up and began chasing him. Faquir's human instincts instructed him to run, as fast as he could.

"Desiit Tamidu!" Faquir bellowed. The men stopped running. They stopped breathing and everything else they were doing, though they were alive. This is the power of the time magic, Chronova. "Reformo Tamidu!"