A.N.: Ok, this is my very first fan fiction. Evah. Please comment, good and bad and even just ugly criticism is nice, anything to make this the best it can be! This fanfic is going to be made in such a way that even if you HAVEN'T playing guild wars, you should understand most of it. If you have played GW, you'll probably spend the whole time "I remember that!" etc etc. Please enjoy! (sorry the prologue's so short, chapter one will be up soon)
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Guild Wars or its main plot characters. I have made a few characters up and thrown them in as the mains of this story though, and they are mine. I do use a lot of quotes from the game to keep it on track, so I can't cite them all. Just be aware they are there.
The last day dawns on the kingdom of Ascalon. It arrives with no fanfare, no tolling of alarms. Those who will remember will speak fondly of the warm morning breeze. People carry on with their daily lives, unaware that in a short while everything they have ever known will come to an end.
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High atop the great Wall that surrounded and protected Ascalon, King Adelburn looked down at the battle that was roiling below. It was nothing serious, a dozen Charr raiders trying once again to breach the Wall. His men were easily driving the large, furred beasts across the plain, marching quickly after them in perfect formation, but still something troubled the old king.
"Scribe!" he called, whirling away from the rout, the royal insignia on his red cape flashing as it swirled out behind him.
"Yes, my lord?" A young man stepped forward, thumping a fist to his chest in a sharp salute.
Adelburn sized the man up, more out of military habit than any sign of irresponsibility. He then gestured the scribe to his side, turning back to view the battle.
"These Charr are relentless," he began, seizing the stone before him in still-strong gauntleted fists, "but we shall hold the Wall at all costs. Take this message to Sir Tydus of the Academy; go forth and recruit the strongest, the smartest. Bring to me the bravest in all Ascalon. Find me the heroes who will lead our kingdom to glory!"
"Yes, my lord!" the scribe cried, executing another quick salute before pelting across the Wall on his errand.
Adelburn continued to stare out over the wall. He was an old man now, in his sixty-first year in fact, and no longer the young, battle-ready soldier who had been elected to the position. And yet… and yet he would not sit back and watch his kingdom be overrun by furred abominations or those power hungry guilds. His silver brows furrowed anxiously.
He would protect his homeland… at any cost.
