Attention! OC's needed for this series. I thought of starting this series after completing TWOE, but I couldn't handle it and wanted to start it. Its takes place 35 years after the events of the original and TWOE events. Lately, I've been having the habits of starting new stories. Well its because I'm running out of ideas for my other stories.

Hopefully people join this series. Also I like to apologize as well.


Prologue

War


Narrator's POV

It has almost been 15 years since the Elgang sealed the evil once again. However, a price was paid. As the seal was broken and the evil once again roams Elrios once more, Causing a all out war against good and evil. Innocent lives were lost and chaos spread throughout the land, as the evil began to grow stronger and stronger which each passing year and the heroes getting weaker. Attempting to stop the evil, they tried to attack it head-on. But end up failing, in the result four of the heroes were killed. The rest were injured temporarily or permanently. As things haven't got any worse. The government of Elrios, starts to unbalanced. Leading towards two factions of good. The Imperial and the Rebels. With Elrios of the brink of death, who will save this world?


?'s POV

I sat in front of my window, looking at some villagers losing their homes. I looked towards my mother, with her light blue-hair, and gentle ocean eyes. "Hey mommy! Their are people robbing our neighbors. We got to do something." As I was about to step outside, she stopped me.

"No dear, please don't go." She said in a scared tone. I struggled against my mother, trying to go out and help those people.

"Let me go mom! If I were dad, I wouldn't back down!" Shouting at her, with a forceful tone. She looked at me with a sad look, and started crying. She began hugging me.

"Please...don't go. I don't want to lose you, like your father." She began crying. We heard a furious knock on our door.

"Hey open the door! Let us in!" They rammed the door. Each ram was stronger than the last, until finally they bust open the door and found us. "Not a single move, or we'll kill you! Give us your daughter!" They grabbed me by the arm, and I began to struggle.

"Leave her alone!" She grabbed his arm and froze it.

"Ahh! You Bitch!" More soldiers came in, with swords armed to them. They all took a stab at my mother and kept beating her to death.

"Goto Hell. You demon spawn!" One of them was kicking me mother on the ground. I looked in terror as they continued killing her. When they were done, they looked at me and grabbed me by the arm.

"You're coming with us!" Just as he was about to grab me, I bitten his hand and grabbed his sword from him. "Gahh! You want to die too!" I stabbed him, leaving a blood covered sword on the blade. I looked at the other men with the intent to kill. Running towards them, I stabbed and slew each and every one of them until they left my home. I was covered in blood, holding a blood-covered sword. I became a murderer, but I did it all to protect my me and my mother. Walking towards my mother's lifeless body, I shedded multiple tears and kneeled down to look at her. My once beautiful mother, is nothing but a dead corpse. Killed by those mens. I heard the door open and saw multiple people from my village standing near me.

"Gale, are you alright!(Looks at mother)...Dear Lady El, you're mother..." One of the villagers replied. A group of villagers picked up my mother and planned to hold a grave ceremony for her.


~A few days later~

A dark-gloomy day was in front of us. I watched my mother, inside a glass chamber. Sleeping peacefully, slowly going down into a hole. When they laid her down, they began shoveling dirt on top of her, when they finished burying her, we began to pray to Lady El. To protect her in the next life.


~A month later~

Days have passed, and people seemed to forgotten what those men did to my mother. However...I can't forgive them, not after what they did to her. I sat in my room, and looked at the blade that I murdered the men with. In the reflection of the blade, showed a person with grief and despair. A person that wanted to not just forget, but to kill.

I wanted revenge and made those men suffer. Just like they did to my mother. I looked up my ceiling and thought about my father and closed my eyes. (Sorry dad, guess I can't follow your words of not wanting revenge, but this is for you and mom). I opened my eyes and looked at the blade once more, looking with more anger and despair.

This is where my story begins.


So I'll be needing OC's for this series. Somewhere around 12-15 of them. I'll decide which side each OC is aligned with. Either the Imperial or the Rebels, however each character will play an important role in the story.

So Until then, Peace :)