THIS IS THE STORY OF A WORLD WHERE THE EXISTENCE OF STRONG MAGIC AND FEAR GO HAND IN HAND. AT A TIME WHERE PEACE WAS SOON ENDED

BY AN ARMY OF DARK BEINGS WITH ONLY ONE SEEMINGLY DARK GOAL. THIS IS THE STORY OF ON PERSON WHO MADE THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THE

LIFE AND DEATH OF THOUSANDS. THOUGH IT IS NOT CERTAIN WHETHER OR NOT THE CHOICE WAS THE BEST ONE

chapter 0: prologue

This is a tale of a world like many others. It has a force evil and it has a force. There is a war between these two forces. There is noting but

hardship for the ones caught in it. The thing is it is hard to tell which side is the good and which is the evil. Nevertheless, in this world known

as Azone there is a much more interesting tale. The great gods of this world, Ipeal the guardian of the renewing land and Owriel the keeper of

the demonic plains, have given me permission to tell you of this memorable tale. A tale of which in it people feel both hope and have despair

at the same time. I am you guide in this unknown land in a faraway world for I am the watcher. My only fear is if you can stand such a sinister

tale. Our tale begins on the world Azone. This world started as a land with two peaceful nations, the kingdom of haze and the kingdom of

shade. For centuries, they were nothing but good relation between these two nations. The kingdom of Haze was the larger of the two but the

kingdom of Shade had most of the precious jewels, metals and beings with magical talent. Of course, like any land there is an occasional

problem or two but, with the Haze kingdom's might and the Shade kingdom's knowledge of magic they were always stopped. Then King Chain

acceded to the throne. Through dark magic and forbidden enchantments, he made himself something inhuman and used this power in the most

corrupt of ways. After he had done this, he began to raise an army. The army was created entirely by his dark magic. The army was composed

of dark creatures with names from the Animus eater to the Atrum Nomads. Then he waged war on the kingdom of Haze. After half a century of

war and no clear winner, the two kingdoms signed a peace treaty. Shortly afterwards Dread became king. He at first seemed to value the

treaty greatly. However, a few cycles later a dark event occurred. Only the royal family, the maids and the servants knew what has occurred.

Slowly unexplainable events occurred. Merchants who happen to be traveling to the fair plains or the bloodlands mysteriously disappeared

without a trace. Random raids resulting in the deaths of many began to happen. King Dread claims to have no involvement in these situations

but who can be so sure. So one again the kingdoms began to distrust each other. This is where our tale truly begins eighteen cycles after king

Dread has taken the throne.

so this is chapter one of my fist story. hope you liked it.

please review. flames are encouraged so i can improve my writing skills