Disclaimer; I obviously am not making profit. Plot belongs to my brain, characters are actual people, so I don't own them either. I think.

Ner'a Kingdom

"My King" a servant says "Leafy is here"

"I see, send him in" The King says as he sips his fruit punch.

"Yes my King" she says as she rushes to the throne doors and opening it.

"Leafy you have news on the huge Red light?" The King asks his eyes scanning over the young lad.

"Yes. I have sent our best to retrieve the Stone" he says as the King claps his hands together.

"Brilliant, bring up the wine Marzia"

""~+~""

Mark arrived back at his village, his steps cautious and quiet. Red was soaked into the ground as he looked around. Ash and smouldering houses. A goat trotted past as he looked to the tracks. Horses. It would be dark soon, heading to the place he once lived, he rummaged through, grabbing clothes and salted meat. A loud howl scared birds out of the forest, the dawn of night and the smell of death would draw those creatures out. One last look at home, before setting off into the night. He sighed. He'd find his Mother and then he'd keep her safe.

Walking out of Plier Town, he whispered his prayers and dissappeared into the twilight.

The next town was atleast two days travel away and on foot another one day. But that was the best place. The coins in his pocket would be enough to allow him to enter. He rubbed his arms as the weather made a change to let soft gusts of pure coldness, but he had a mission and his imaginary magical friend said so. A cobblestone slowly formed as Mark knew he was nearing closer to the city. He could hear the sound even from this distance. His hands were raised to his magical windows, he didn't understand them, his village wasn't that updated with these things.

"A Scholar!" a voice says behind him as Mark kept walking.

"Dude wait up!" another voice says "We need help!"

Mark kept walking.

"Maybe he's deaf?"

"Ian, why is he walking alone then?"

"I don't know Anthony!" Ian shouts back.

"Ian shut up, Primals are already on edge from that red light in the sky" Anthony says as Mark is stopped by two travellers by appearances "He is a scholar"

"Hey scholar dude, we were told you knew about the red light!" Ian says as Mark silently judges them.

"I don't" he says as the sun starts to peek over the hills as Ian waves fire around.

"But you've got glasses, only a scholar has those or a Wizard... Are you a Wizard?" Ian asks as Anthony smacks him.

"He's not a Wizard Ian, just shut up and let me talk-"

"I don't know anything about anything, I'm trying to save my Mother" Mark says as he goes to side step.

"Yeah we know" Ian says "We're here because of that, we can help you"

"Ian, what did I say?"

Mark took a step back as the pair bicker, they were dressed in Armour of blue and a symbol on them. An unfamiliar symbol.

"I'm sorry, but I have to go" Mark says as they go quiet.

"She's not there" Ian says.

"Yeah, your mother was taken by the Guards to Bladhaven" Anthony says "They said she had skills and was needed there"

Mark finally recognised the symbol as he growled.

"You're Ner'ians!" Mark shouts as they nervously laugh.

"Yeah we are" Ian says "But we honestly didn't destroy your village!"

"We swear, we were sent by our Mistress to tell you" Anthony says as Mark grows angrier as his arm emitted a red aura as everyone reeled back.

"What's going on!" Mark screams.

"Run Ian! We've done our thing!" Anthony shouts as they start running as Mark falls to his knee's.

It felt like a million burns, like his arm was being branded a thousand times, like his arm was snapped in half and crushed under a Yak. He fell into a kneeling position as he screamed into the ground as it grew redder. His back hit the cobblestone as he writhered in agony, the two travellers from earlier gone, the sun shone on him, but the sun in his eyes was the least of his worries. It felt like it amplified as his back arched and he bit back his screams. He was losing in a sea of pain. And then it happened. It snapped together. A rush. Straight to his head. Everything felt like it was on Magic Mushrooms. He could hear the water slipping through the stream, the wind whispering and he could see. A moth flew past. Only much slower as he reached out to touch it before everything returned to normal.

"What in the heavens was that?" he asks as he gets up hoping for an answer.

"That is the power of Pause"

"Oh great angry Youtab is back" Mark mutters.

"Shut up, I gave it to you and I can take it away. I'll cut you a deal, I'll guide you to your Mother if you do some jobs for me"

"I can find her on my own'' Mark says as he grabs his bag.

"Kid, you got spirit, but how are you supposed to break into Ner'a's most protected place and save her?" Mark goes silent as Youtube goes smug "Yeah, that's what I thought. I can help you, just accept it"

"What's in it for you?" he asks as he gets closer to the gates.

"I'll tell you later. You need to find three people"

"So specific" Mark says sarcastically as he reaches the gate, paying his fair he walked in as the Guards gave a weary glance at him.

"All of these people have a similiar wrist bands to you" And with that the connection was lost.

""~+~""

Mark looked around. The best place to start is the Pub, people gathered there. A person with a magical wristband to his. Easy. The first Pub he tried he was kicked out as he found the next. His stomach grumbled as he sat eating his dried salted meat, it didn't taste great. The sun was slowly setting again as he grew tired from walking and not sleeping, at all. The last Pub, it was on the outskirts and a little more... Bandit-ish. Sucking in air, he pressed open the door.

"Shut him up!" a burly man screams as a slender man, with sand blonde hair pranced on the stage "We don't want to hear about whatever you did today!"

"Let him speak, his tales relax me!" another shouts "Tilda, another beer!"

Taking a seat, he scanned the area as the man on the stage clears his throat turns to the front, with a huge grin.

"How's it going bro's?!"