Last edit: October 4 2013

Whew! Ah you know, personal life and what-not. I have returned! This time I have added a new chapter. I am back, and yes, I now have some good ideas for this story line. The reason for my absence was partly due to personal life (nothing bad though.) and the difficulty of coming up with ideas for this story. I feel that I can work on this now. (in be4 you say 'oh he's gonna put it off again') ((I probably will)) The rest will come very soon. Thanks for the understanding!

CH. 0 - INTRO

-Jun, F Fighter, protagonist. Age 18, Striker

5"6 135 lbs (pure muscle), Resides currently with Father and Chello in rundown suburbs in Hendon Myre

A rather slim and above average looking slender woman, Jun grew up in the slums behind the city of Hendon Myre in complete poverty. At the age of 5, she lost her mother to a gang of thugs and was scarred for life. Taken in by a poor man who owns a shop in Hendon Myre, he adopted her and treated her as a daughter. The study life din't appeal to Jun, however, and dropped out of school at an early age. She pays for rent by stopping nearby criminals. For this, she trains in the art of combat day in and day out, honing her body into peak physical perfection, in the hopes that she will one day become the defender of the people.

Despite growing in the slums, nearby residents talk about her natural beauty, saying it is a shame that a flower should bloom in that environment. She isn't that talkative, rather serious most of the time, but she enjoys good company and is warm-hearted and kind, not to mention sarcastic. Her long flowing hair along with the chiseled face are her more defining features, but men say otherwise, more so to the chest area. They promptly get beat up after. She is quick tempered however, quick to make decisions and sometimes rash. She enjoys a good fight and dislikes the weak getting picked on. She is the slums sole vigilante. People say how she manages to stay sane after all she has been through. She replies, "Even after the darkness of life glooms over, during when life sinks to the lowest of lows, the sun always manages to come back up." she hopes to become a Dungeon Fighter one day, along with her best friend, Chello.

- Chello, M Gunner, age 17, Deuteragonist, Ranger

6"2, 127 lbs, resides currently in Hendon Myre with Jun and father in the rundown suburbs

Being A child born into a strict royal family Empyrian birth, Chello was a promising student at the City of God, Ghent. At a young age, he was already tall and handsome. Always maintained top grades, always came to class on time, and was socially active. Possessing good looks and a suave style and sense of intellect made him a favorite within the school at a young age. He always disliked the way his family was because of how strict they were. No sweets past eight, bedtime at ten, strict curfews, etc. Nonetheless, he is near the point of perfection as a student, except one problem- he doesn't know how to operate a gun.

Then the national firearms exam came up. All Empyrians are expected to know firearms and how to use one in and out, royal subjects are no exceptions. Unfortunately, During a test that mattered the most, Chello's gun backfired and exploded in his hands. Chello's hands were severely injured, preventing him from finishing the test, which resulted in an automatic failure.

Great shame was found throughout the entire household. Because of this important eam failure, everyone began to drift away from Chello; his mother, father, friends and even distant relatives woulds not contact him. He was effectively exiled. Angry and saddened that his life changed all because of an exam, he then sought out a new place to stay. He went to Hendon Myre hoping to redeem himself and his families honor.

-Simon, Slayer, Age 19, Blademaster

5"8, 136 lbs, Resides in West Coast.

Since childhood, Simon has always been a problematic troublemaker. A tall and built man with charisma, he always stole and took what he wanted from everyone around him. His parents lack control over their son, which is why he has done horrible things. Rude, Overconfident, and obnoxious, its no wonder no one in West Coast wants to hang out with him. However, no one in West Coast would dare doubt his effectiveness in combat. Simon is almost unmatched when it comes to swordplay, but his overconfidence brings him more losses than not. He is socially awkward and completely blunt. He does not care what others say, as long as he is winning, it doesnt matter. Regardless, he always complains that life has been unfair when in fact it was he who was unfair to everyone else. What everyone doesnt know, is that deep down he strives to be the best- and that is to become a Dungeon Fighter as a slayer. He has matured over the ages, but still retains the urge for combat.

His only parent figure now is his father, who is a very successful merchant known throughout the land. His father hopes to have Simon take over the business, but Simon always insists on taking on the role of Slayer.

It was a time of peace and harmony within the sound and strong, long standing empire of Arad. All 3 nations were at peace, along with the outskirts of each major city. Normally, monsters inhabit the outskirts, making travel by foot dangerous. Such monsters range from goblins to dragons. That is where Dungeon Fighters come in. Dungeon Fighters are people who have dedicated their life to fighting the evils of Arad. Devoting their lives fully to combat and the defense of the empire makes Dungeon Fighters have an almost celebrity status within the empire. Risking life and limb venturing into dangerous places all for the sake of the empire is the calling of such Dungeoneers.

Becoming a Dungeon Fighter takes a dedicated life-long practice on how to combat said monsters. Some choose to take up arms while some choose to rely on mystical spells. Only the most recognized adventurers can claim the title of Dungeon Fighter. Many a common civilian have dedicated their life to training just to be noticed as a Dungeon Fighter.

Of course, not everyone can claim the title, Dungeon Fighter. One must prove their worth in some way to become one. Some work their way up from the bottom, others are born into it, wealthy status included. Many have tried to claim the title, but have ended up empty-handed, or ended up paying the ultimate price- Their Life.

This is the story of three heroes coming together unexpectedly, and will forever change the fate of Arad.

Is this the start of a new journey?

"Everything seems peaceful...i'll come back home...Empyrians...I..."

"I...Jun..".-Flashback to Jun showering naked-

"Jun... I.." -reaches out to grab her-

WAKE UP CHELLO!

Jun and Chello live in a small house on the eastern side of Hendon Myre. A suburb, rural poor area that just meets the requirements of human living. Leaky rusted faucet, worn out straw mats, crumbling stone walls, noisy neighbors, rag-tag clothes, cracked or broken windows are all normal sights for the nearby residents.

Then, Jun screams. Chello quickly opens his eyes in pure bewilderment at the rude awakening, only to find his hand on the left breast of Jun, whose face is now redder than any pepper or apple in all of Arad.

"I... Jun, i'm so sorry I-"

"...Shut up."

-Oh no... Shes going to beat me up again... Or maybe starve me to death!?- *Gulp*

"LET GO!" *Smack*

Chello rubs his head in pain. "Ow! That hurt you know! Don't you forget that I am of Imperial birth! I don't deserve this kind of treatment!" He quickly gets up from his straw mat bed, dusts off his clothes which consist of a ripped white tee shirt and scraggly leather pants. His hair wasn't in the best shape either, since water is limited in the suburbs, he hasn't showered in days. Jun replies with slight sarcasm, "Ugh fine, then leave, but just remember, no one will take you in once they find out who you really are!" Jun , in a worn out leather tight bodysuit, puts on a worn out jacket with patches sewn onto it. "Come on, lets eat breakfast and continue with our training." She puts her incredibly long flowing hair into a giant knot and goes into the worn down kitchen. Chello walks only about ten feet, and is already in the kitchen.

He looks at the table and chairs. Old and clearly scratched. Chello sighs and sits down and looks at a new issue of "Arad Daily" on the table. "EXCLUSIVE NEWS" the title read. Chello lifts an eyebrow, and picks up the paper to read it. "Dungeon fighters killed...recent monster uprisings...monsters attaining power...becoming more dangerous...travel by foot not advised..."

Jun walks back in with two plates, each having 2 slices of toast, Rice, and a portion of ketchup on a cup on the side. The two eat in peace when Chello brings up the subject. "Jun, did you see today's headlines? It's pretty horrible news!"

"No...I haven't yet." Jun replies, mouth still full of toast. She wipes ketchup off her cheek with her sleeve and picks up the newspaper. "Dungeon Fighters killed during monster uprising.." Jun squints her eyes. Chello looks at her face and sees that she is quite disturbed.

"Is everything all right? Jun?" Chello says.

Jun puts down the paper and says, "Yeah...But don't you think this is kind of weird? That's the sixth time in one month that a death has occurred..."

Chello puts down his utensils and says, "Well... Aren't Dungeon Fighters always under the risk of death anyways? I mean, yeah, that is the risk, right?"

"Well, yes, but you see, Dungeon Fighters are pretty good fighters. Deaths are usually rare for their cases. Six in one month is oddly suspicious. Either the monsters are getting strong somehow, or they are wandering into some unforsaken place they shouldn't have traveled in the first place." Jun has a stern look on her face. Chello attempts to break the sad mood. "Hey, relax Jun! Don't frown so much, you might get wrinkles on your pretty face!"

"Tch, whatever." Jun sighs. "Nonetheless, we need to double your training. If the news keep popping up like this, who knows what might happen. You need to get stronger."

"But I am strong!" Chello attempts to flex his arms, but his arms were still comparable to tree branches.

Jun looks at his arms and chuckles a bit. She then gets up and goes to the kitchen to wash dishes. Chello looks down in embarrassment.

"Damn, shes right.." Chello thinks. "Me?! Weaker than a girl? Hah... She did save my life and all..."

Few months ago.

The moon shone brightly on the calm evening. The black-purple sky was accompanied by small, peaceful clouds floating in the wind. However not all was peaceful.

In a dark alleyway, something devious was happening.

Cut to a young Empyrian man at the end of the alley, hands still bandaged, still dressed in fine Empyrian youth clothing.

"...Your a long way from home kid... Wheres your momma?" A tall leather-jacketed man who was in his 40's asked him at a dead end alley. His breath smelled of strong liquor, and his face has been scarred badly. His white pale skin and his bald head already gave out warning signals.

"Thats some nice clothes you got there...looks expensive...looks...official. Where did you get it?"

The boy gave no reply, only silence and stood there.

"I...asked you.. A question lil man..." He slowly pulls out a knife, its blade reflecting off the moon's light. The young man reached for his pockets but it was empty. He remembered that he ditched his firearms back home. The man slowly approached forward and in turn, the young man slowly backed away. There was nothing he could do, it was night and everyone had gone away. He couldn't run, because two more thugs blocked the end of the alleyway, and he was tired from the journey.

"Hey..." the thug asked. "Do you know what I do to kids? I don't hurt em..Right boys?" No response. "Boys? The hell I tell you, when I make a joke, your supposed to-"

He turns around only to see the two baddies knocked out cold by a mysterious hooded figure clad in black sweater, and jogging pants. The moonlight shone against the mysterious figure, making it impossible to see the face. Now furious at the assailant of his buddies, the thug yells, "You...you knocked out my boys! You'll pay!" The man charged at the figure with the knife, only to end up being parried and taken out swiftly by a neck chop. The young man looked in amazement at his savior. The small, mysterious figure used no weapons, only the body to take out the targets.

"Thank you so much!" he exclaimed. The hooded figure asked, "What is a child from Empyria doing here, in the slums of Hendon Myre?" The voice was that of a young girl. Surprised to see someone sound young and to be able to do that kind of thing caught the young man off guard. "I...I ran away from Empyria, and got lost here... I was so scared.. It was unfamiliar..." The hooded figure approached, and by instinct, the young man backed away. "I'm not going to hurt you" the Hooded figure said. The figure then pulled back the hood, revealing a very young looking girl's face. The long hair flowed out, and the beauty accompanied by the moonlight was matched by none. The boy stared in surprise and awe.

"I'll teach you how to fight."

present day.

"Is your dad at work already Jun?" Chello asks.

"Yeah, he had to be at work early. Something about an early bird sale or something. Oh well, someone has to keep supporting the house, right?"

"Haha, right!" Chello says.

Chello then drops the worn and torn, faded leather shoes to the floor and begins to put it on. Jun does the same.

Jun says, "Ok, instead of jogging around the suburbs today, lets go the market place. We need more rice." Chello nods in agreement. "It is a fine day after all!" and he looks to the sky. Bright blue skies and small white clouds compliment the bright sun. And the two jog their way out of the rundown suburbs; the leaky buildings, run down windows and walls, and a lingering smell, into a place where life truly is.

West Coast.

The Magnus Mansion, home of the famous merchant, Magnus. The entire massive house is outlined with marble and gold gilded leaf. A magnificent garden assorted to please the eye is in front of the house. It contains every rare flower and tree to date in Arad, in every shape size and color. Pass the marble angel fountain and through the massive oak-wood doors, and up the marble staircase in the magnificent household, and cut to a room with a keep-out sign. This is Simon's room.

Inside the room, lay a broad, frowned faced slayer on his gold gilded bed sheet on his gold gilded 4 post bed, looking up on his ceiling.

"MAN this sucks!" Simon says. He gets up. His clothes were something opposite to the surroundings- Steel rusted plate armor, Black slacks with one hole on it, Leather shoes with gold linen, gloves that were falling apart, but wore a cape that symbolized royalty. His back also sheathed a massive retangular sword, in fine condition. He looked around his room. Spic and span and clean, all thanks to the cleaning lady. He fusses his long spiky blone hair and looked in the mirror. His face was really charismatic, almost close to near perfect skin. He unsheated his massive sword, and said to himself, "I am a warrior... Not a politician!"

Simon descends the marble staircase, and heads for the kitchen, only to find his father there, reading the newspaper.

"Ah, good afternoon son." He says while scratching his beard. He gets up, magnificent gold robe flowing. He then notices Simon's clothing, which looked like he bought it off the streets. "We've talked about this already, you are the son of a great and wealthy merchant! You should dress like one!"

"Bah, I want to be a slayer dad! I don't want to be in the business!" Simon angrily replied.

His fathers face got stern. "Don't you remember your punishment?"

"But dad-"

"NO BUTS" His loud booming voice echoes through the room. Silence. Simon's fists clench.

"Ahem...yes well, I called you here today because I want you to travel to Hendon Myre to oversee the opening of our new store there. I can't be there personally- I have business here. I have a horse and a kit ready for you here." he points to a table. Simon grumpily walks to the table to claim a leather backpack and opens it to see four Loton's General potion, two loaves of bread, one invincibility potion, two jugs of distilled water, and three wild berries. Simon sighs. "Remember my son, this is important to your father, don't mess it up!"

And so, frowned face as usual, he walks glumly to the stables, with a thirst for combat. "I want to fight! Not watch an opening..." And with that, the horse gallops away to Hendon Myre.

Hendon myre marketplace.

Our two heroes are happily strolling through the busy marketplace, buzzing with economy and life, and the occasional crook, only to get busted quick afterwards by passing Dungeon Fighters. Jun especially loved this place, and it loved her back. Her face alone already gets gifts from stalls, but instead likes to earn it, humbly refusing, but thanking them. Chello follows close by, always attracting harsh glares by men looking for a chance at Jun.

One passer by even said, "If you marry her, a guy like you, I will find you." That sent shivers down Chello's spine, and the man disappeared in a blink of an eye. Jun notices and chuckles. Chello says, "That guy isn't serious..right?" Jun laughs and says, "Oh relax, the people of Hendon Myre are so friendly and nice!" She looks at the guys and she waves and smiles, and they return the gesture tenfold. Jun then turns away and continues forward.

However, when Chello tried to do the same, the men did nothing, nothing but a cold stare. Chello gulped and ran to catch up with Jun. Jun says, "Besides, do you think you can marry me? Haha!" Chello blushes and is a loss for words in embarrassment.

Little boys and girls running around with candy and balloons in bright dresses and clothing, the advertiser of the stalls, the smell of hot food prepared, steeet performers- everything can be found in the Marketplace. The two finally come to a bright red stall with a sign saying "Rice" An old man, receeding hairline, comes up and adjusts his glasses. "Jun..! How are you my dear?" Jun replies, "I'm fine, how are your grandkids?" "Oh, they are fine as usual." He replies. "Oh," says Jun, "I'd like one rice sack please." "Why absolutely!" The old man snaps his fingers and a muscular man carries out the bag. Jun reaches out for her bag but the old man interrupts. "No no no, take it as a gift! Your birthday is coming up soon, yes?" Jun laughs and blushes, "No please, its really nice of you, but I'll pay-" "No no no. Go go now! You have training to do!" Jun humbly accepts the gift and shoulders the sack of rice as if it was weightless. The old man smiles and says, "You are getting stronger everyday. Why dont you hand it over to Chello, he could use a workout and some muscles!" Chello snorts, and Jun and the old man laughs. Jun says, "Don't worry, I've been training him since. He might look frail, but he's strong." The old man, looking at Jun's chest, says, "Yes yes, I'll take your word for it." Of course Jun cant tell if he's looking at her chest or not, since his glasses are completely black. "Come on Chello, we have work to do!" and the two turn away and walk, leaving the old man smiling and waving.

Cut to the Market once more, the clanking of the blacksmith, the bustling of the denizens trying to get the best deal. Then, a black armoured horse with a hooded rider with a red flowing cape clad in steel armor, sheathing a rectangular sword. He trots his horse through the marketplace, and everyone watches him, and silence follows behind him. One brave soul stood before him and said, "Hey, you cant trod a horse here! Who are you to do that?!" The hooded rider only ignored him and continued forward and the man, dumbfounded, stared at his back in bewilderment. But, his eyes caught a glimpse of the gold emblem in the middle of the cape. "The...mark of the imperial merchant.." He then ran behind a post. As soon as he turned the corner and was out of sight, everyone resumed their daily activities. The brave soul wiped his forehead and let out a sigh of relief.

Cut back to the black hooded rider, who is now stopped and dismounted behind the gathering crowd of a new store, which is just opening. "Magnus General Store" The sign read. There was a crowd outside of the shop awaiting the opening of the store, attracting people of all sizes and shape to the red-ribbon opening. The mayor is standing in front of the magnficient store. The fat, plump Mayor said to her slim, elegant elven secretary who was standing next to him, "Where is Magnus' representative? He is running late." He looks to his gold linen watch.

As the view zooms away from the watch, the scenery is no longer at the opening, but at a nearby forest, with Simon panting and gasping for air. "Wheew! That was fun." He wipes blood off his rectangular blade, and goblins nearby are laying on the floor, dead. He looks at his watch and jumps up "Oh my- I got sidetracked! Father is gonna kill me..." He hops to his horse and gallops away with haste.

Cut back to the scene of the opening store. The mayor then says to her secretary, "Guess we will have to do it without the rep." He takes a deep breath and begins to announce. With a loud booming voice, the mayor says, "Citizens of Arad, I am pleased to annouce the opening of a brand new store in Hendon Myre!" The crowd claps and cheers with hoots and hollers. "The opening day of Magnus General is today! It has been a long time that our- As the mayor was about to finish the sentence, the hooded mysterious man appears before the crowd. In a deep and gravely voice, he says, "I'm the representative." Everyone is suprised, including the Mayor. "Are...Are you really the representative of Magnificent Trading?" And the mysterious man only replied, "No."

He then unsheathes his massive rectangular sword and wields it, making it almost weightless. Everyone, including the Mayor, backs away in fear. He then lifts the massive, black sword, and swings it down with amazing speed, almost as if light and air itself cannot catch it. The weight of a thousand bulls only to cut the red ribbon, which now cut in two and gently, floating down. He then sheaths the sword and walks away. But all is not as it seems. Further examination reveals that not just the ribbon was cut, but the entire store was cut in half! The right side of the store then collapsed, sending out a massive soundwave of destruction as goods were destroyed, and people ran for their lives. The mysterious man disappeared without a trace.

Back to Simon, who was now galloping through the market on his horse with little regard, rushed through. The same brave soul yelled as Simon passed by, "Hey, you can't..." But he was gone. "Ah whatever.." And returned to his stall.

Simon looked at his watch. "Damn...i'm late! Just around this corner and..." Simon finally arrived at the opening of his fathers opening expecting a grand enterance of a market. He saw something different. Smoke and ashes around arose from the rubble of the store, and everyone looked in amazement. Simon dismounted and put his had on his head in bewilderment. "WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED HERE!" he yelled. And everyone looked at him. A little girl approached him and began to talk. "Some stranger with a rectangular sword came here and cut the building in half!" Simon couldn't believe what he was hearing. He turned away o the sight of the wreckage and his bright rectangular sword shone in the sun. The little girl saw the sword and yelled, "AHHH, ITS HIM, RUNNNNN!" Everyone panicked and recognized the sword, and ran away from him from all directions. Simon yelled, "What, NO! Its NOT ME! WHY IN THE HELL WOULD I SLICE MY FATHERS STORE?!" No one listened, only ran away from the wreckage and an infuriated Simon. He unsheathed his sword and stabbed the floor and yelled into the sky.

Jun and Chello dropped their belongings as a huge roar of thunder deafened the sky. "What was that?" Jun said. Then a pillar of black smoke emerged.

The duo arrives at the scene to find Simon trying to reason with fleeing bystanders, waving his sword around, demanding attention. Of course, jumping to conclusions is Jun's weakness, and she misinterprets Simon as the evildoer. She points at Simon at says' "You will be punished for your evildoing!" Chello says, "Um, Jun, maybe he din't really destroy the store.." Before Jun can think about it, Simon notices her and says, "Tch, what can a girl like you do anyways? Stay out of a mans business!" This infuriates Jun. "Uh oh..." Chello says. Jun cracks her neck and wears bronze knuckled gloves and cracks her knuckles. "Alright pretty boy, you wanna play?" Simon scoffs and says, "Thats it, I'm through trying to reason with dumb idiots like you! If you wanna play my type of game, you best be ready." Simon smirks. Chello sighs, and draws out two handmade revolvers, loading magic pellets.

The stage is set, history is ready to be rewritten, the main paths have crossed, and their lives will never be the same again.