Chapter 2
The year is not known. The elders used to keep track but after the "Dark War" much was lost. The ground was hard and crops were lost. The terrain of Ravender was battered and beaten by the arts of magic. Ravender was not it's normal self.
Ravender stretched for 900 square miles. It controlled every little thing that was inside of it. In the middle of Ravender was the capital town of Lovel. King Charles had brought all the people together so naturally he was considered the King but did not act as one. He ate, drank, danced and most importantly fought with the people. Young boys wanted to be him and girls wanted to be with him. He was a perfect role model for all.
Before Ravender, the land was not a pleasant place. People were constantly fighting and bickering with each other. Clans ruled certain areas and there was really no civilization. The humans acted like animals but it was the way of life and people didn't bother trying to change it. All changed when the clan of Rellit discovered the use of Dark magic. The fires began brewing in the direction of Rellit's clan and most everyone had noticed. The great warlocks had all got together in unison to discuss the possibility of the Fire Lord being reproduced. Whenever Dark magic is strong terrible, terrible things start happening. Minds are changed and souls are lost. It takes the hearts of many men to overcome this and this is what the warlocks were out to find. Fourteen clans had joined together to fight against Rellit but Rellit's forces were all too strong. They crashed and they burned many villages. The warriors of Rellit were savages, almost if they had no minds. A wizard would command 200 of them and send them off to their duties. They were slaves of Rellit and Rellit had no sympathy. After years of constant fighting, the clans could fight no more. They surrendered to Rellit and it looked very close to the end of mankind.
The people lived as slaves under Rellit for three years until the most unlikely of hero's was born. A young boy named Charles was working in the fields one day when he tripped over something long and hard. He felt the ground and it was very damp. The cool mud ran through his hand as he tried to pull whatever out he had fallen over. With the help of his friend, they had lifted up a long strange looking weapon. It looked like it was a double- sided scythe. Both boys stared in amazement as Charles peered into the lettering written on the side of the weapon. It said the " Water Scythe." As Charles said these words out loud in a confused manner he felt as if the ground swept out from under him. He fell through midair while holding the weapon in hand. It seemed like for ages. His hair was flapping in his face while it seemed like his skin was getting very tight. In the distance her heard a voice saying, " Close your eyes. Close your EYES!!!." With no hesitation he closed them and felt a sudden holt.
The year is not known. The elders used to keep track but after the "Dark War" much was lost. The ground was hard and crops were lost. The terrain of Ravender was battered and beaten by the arts of magic. Ravender was not it's normal self.
Ravender stretched for 900 square miles. It controlled every little thing that was inside of it. In the middle of Ravender was the capital town of Lovel. King Charles had brought all the people together so naturally he was considered the King but did not act as one. He ate, drank, danced and most importantly fought with the people. Young boys wanted to be him and girls wanted to be with him. He was a perfect role model for all.
Before Ravender, the land was not a pleasant place. People were constantly fighting and bickering with each other. Clans ruled certain areas and there was really no civilization. The humans acted like animals but it was the way of life and people didn't bother trying to change it. All changed when the clan of Rellit discovered the use of Dark magic. The fires began brewing in the direction of Rellit's clan and most everyone had noticed. The great warlocks had all got together in unison to discuss the possibility of the Fire Lord being reproduced. Whenever Dark magic is strong terrible, terrible things start happening. Minds are changed and souls are lost. It takes the hearts of many men to overcome this and this is what the warlocks were out to find. Fourteen clans had joined together to fight against Rellit but Rellit's forces were all too strong. They crashed and they burned many villages. The warriors of Rellit were savages, almost if they had no minds. A wizard would command 200 of them and send them off to their duties. They were slaves of Rellit and Rellit had no sympathy. After years of constant fighting, the clans could fight no more. They surrendered to Rellit and it looked very close to the end of mankind.
The people lived as slaves under Rellit for three years until the most unlikely of hero's was born. A young boy named Charles was working in the fields one day when he tripped over something long and hard. He felt the ground and it was very damp. The cool mud ran through his hand as he tried to pull whatever out he had fallen over. With the help of his friend, they had lifted up a long strange looking weapon. It looked like it was a double- sided scythe. Both boys stared in amazement as Charles peered into the lettering written on the side of the weapon. It said the " Water Scythe." As Charles said these words out loud in a confused manner he felt as if the ground swept out from under him. He fell through midair while holding the weapon in hand. It seemed like for ages. His hair was flapping in his face while it seemed like his skin was getting very tight. In the distance her heard a voice saying, " Close your eyes. Close your EYES!!!." With no hesitation he closed them and felt a sudden holt.