Part 1
The dark night begins to set over the city of Kadary, The city of the sand,
which is in the shadow of the Black Magicians fort. Deep in the dessert and
amongst quicksand it sits. The night calmly falls and shrieks of
biomonsters are heard outside the city. Even occasional shouts of weird
languages and battle sounds erupt. It is a natural phenomenon in the race
to survive on Motavia.
The Planet Motavia, a dessert planet, in the Algo Solar System, Once it
flourished and was green. It was the perfect place to live. A utopia and
the only reason the Palmans survived for so long. But now it's just a
dessert barren world. A world filled with hardship and pain. A world that
truly defines hell...
The town of Kadary lies empty and the doors shut. Not a sound escapes from
the deserted town. But in the far end of the village, an unearthly light
seems to echo from a building. Bathed in a ethereal light it seems to stand
out amongst the scattered buildings in the small devastated town.
Suddenly we see a few children and adults run into the church quickly as a
voice shouts out. "People Of Kadary! Welcome to the church of New
Hope! The Church of the Black Magician!" We then hear a shout of cheers and
screams of joy echoing from the church.
The people are standing huddled listening to the figure at the podium
speak. Dark robed acolytes stand behind him looking at the people. The man
is a tall handsome man with dark black hair. A dark black breastplate of
armor adorns his chest. Black metallic shoulder cuffs extend out ending
with a black cloak trailing to the floor. Gold lines the outside of the
cape as the red gem on his chest glows. He is covered in black all the way
down and a black glove on his left hand. His face is an evil sneer of
hatred and anger as he looks at his people. Yet in his eyes is detected a
faint bit of sorrow, a deep sadness and pain.
"People of Kadary! I know your lives are hard, and your children starve and
go cold at night!" The man speaks with eloquence and charm. "And I know you
all are sick. I know you all are starving and very cold" He continues a
deep sadness in his voice.
The people listen nodding as they shiver. Looking amongst them we see
several sick and deformed ones. We see ones being helped by others and we
hear cries in the background. The people listen and watch him in awe. His
devoted followers and his beloved and treasured people. His last hope for
the future lie in those few in his temple.
As the man looks at them he sighs to himself. A memory stirs in his mind,
one from long ago. He went to visit the Piata Academy. A man was leading
him. Was he lead by his father? The scholars talk to the young man and
explain what happened long ago. The loss of the manager, the devastation, a
Great Collapse. How the world is now. The dwindling population and the
dying of the Palman race was what he listened to. There was no hope for the
future it seemed in the young mans head. A small tear falls down his face.
They ask him why he cries. Silent he walks out the man following him.'
"Lady Roki!!" shouts Rika as she runs in the room.
She stops and looks at Roki cuddling her daughter and blinks. "Auntie! You
interrupted my story!!" Little Zoe says to Rika looking upset. Rika walks
over and kisses Zoe on the forehead.
"Little Zoe, you can have your story in a second alright? I need to talk to
your mom for a second." Zoe nods and lies back in her bed and looks at the
wall. She smiles at the picture of her father on the ceiling and looks
around her room.
Roki runs out with Rika and looks at her sternly. "Rika! Why did you
interrupt me? I was telling Zoe a story." Rika looks at Roki and smiles. "
Roki, She can't hear of her present yet! Remember? Its Christmas time!"
Roki does a happy smile with a nod to Rika.
"That's right! Her present, it's a surprise. So how is the present coming
along?"
Rika chuckles. "That will come later. But now read this report I just got."
Rika sighs and sits down looking at Roki. She pulls out a piece of paper
and points. Roki reads and looks up at Rika.
"The doctors say the patient suffered tremendous head trauma and damage.
They don't know if he will recover properly. Even the best Espers can't
seem to fix the sickness he has." Roki sighs and looks at Rika. "I almost
wish it was her father that was coming back!" Rika hugs Roki and looks at
her softly.
Rika sighs and looks down. "I know Roki. But Zoe's present is being made.
That report was for the one who protects the shield generator, Doctor
Luveno Sataan Rose. He's recovering nicely."
Roki blinks and smiles. "Her Uncle Luveno is alive? Zoe will be happy!"
Rika smiles and nods as Zoe cries out again from her room.
Roki dashes knocking down the chair and sees Little Zoe asleep and
screaming again. Another nightmare she is having. She hugs her daughter
holding her close and Zoe opens her eyes. "Mommy, Continue the Story?
Please!" Roki nods and begins where she left off as Zoe smiles wiping her
tears.
The dark night begins to set over the city of Kadary, The city of the sand,
which is in the shadow of the Black Magicians fort. Deep in the dessert and
amongst quicksand it sits. The night calmly falls and shrieks of
biomonsters are heard outside the city. Even occasional shouts of weird
languages and battle sounds erupt. It is a natural phenomenon in the race
to survive on Motavia.
The Planet Motavia, a dessert planet, in the Algo Solar System, Once it
flourished and was green. It was the perfect place to live. A utopia and
the only reason the Palmans survived for so long. But now it's just a
dessert barren world. A world filled with hardship and pain. A world that
truly defines hell...
The town of Kadary lies empty and the doors shut. Not a sound escapes from
the deserted town. But in the far end of the village, an unearthly light
seems to echo from a building. Bathed in a ethereal light it seems to stand
out amongst the scattered buildings in the small devastated town.
Suddenly we see a few children and adults run into the church quickly as a
voice shouts out. "People Of Kadary! Welcome to the church of New
Hope! The Church of the Black Magician!" We then hear a shout of cheers and
screams of joy echoing from the church.
The people are standing huddled listening to the figure at the podium
speak. Dark robed acolytes stand behind him looking at the people. The man
is a tall handsome man with dark black hair. A dark black breastplate of
armor adorns his chest. Black metallic shoulder cuffs extend out ending
with a black cloak trailing to the floor. Gold lines the outside of the
cape as the red gem on his chest glows. He is covered in black all the way
down and a black glove on his left hand. His face is an evil sneer of
hatred and anger as he looks at his people. Yet in his eyes is detected a
faint bit of sorrow, a deep sadness and pain.
"People of Kadary! I know your lives are hard, and your children starve and
go cold at night!" The man speaks with eloquence and charm. "And I know you
all are sick. I know you all are starving and very cold" He continues a
deep sadness in his voice.
The people listen nodding as they shiver. Looking amongst them we see
several sick and deformed ones. We see ones being helped by others and we
hear cries in the background. The people listen and watch him in awe. His
devoted followers and his beloved and treasured people. His last hope for
the future lie in those few in his temple.
As the man looks at them he sighs to himself. A memory stirs in his mind,
one from long ago. He went to visit the Piata Academy. A man was leading
him. Was he lead by his father? The scholars talk to the young man and
explain what happened long ago. The loss of the manager, the devastation, a
Great Collapse. How the world is now. The dwindling population and the
dying of the Palman race was what he listened to. There was no hope for the
future it seemed in the young mans head. A small tear falls down his face.
They ask him why he cries. Silent he walks out the man following him.'
"Lady Roki!!" shouts Rika as she runs in the room.
She stops and looks at Roki cuddling her daughter and blinks. "Auntie! You
interrupted my story!!" Little Zoe says to Rika looking upset. Rika walks
over and kisses Zoe on the forehead.
"Little Zoe, you can have your story in a second alright? I need to talk to
your mom for a second." Zoe nods and lies back in her bed and looks at the
wall. She smiles at the picture of her father on the ceiling and looks
around her room.
Roki runs out with Rika and looks at her sternly. "Rika! Why did you
interrupt me? I was telling Zoe a story." Rika looks at Roki and smiles. "
Roki, She can't hear of her present yet! Remember? Its Christmas time!"
Roki does a happy smile with a nod to Rika.
"That's right! Her present, it's a surprise. So how is the present coming
along?"
Rika chuckles. "That will come later. But now read this report I just got."
Rika sighs and sits down looking at Roki. She pulls out a piece of paper
and points. Roki reads and looks up at Rika.
"The doctors say the patient suffered tremendous head trauma and damage.
They don't know if he will recover properly. Even the best Espers can't
seem to fix the sickness he has." Roki sighs and looks at Rika. "I almost
wish it was her father that was coming back!" Rika hugs Roki and looks at
her softly.
Rika sighs and looks down. "I know Roki. But Zoe's present is being made.
That report was for the one who protects the shield generator, Doctor
Luveno Sataan Rose. He's recovering nicely."
Roki blinks and smiles. "Her Uncle Luveno is alive? Zoe will be happy!"
Rika smiles and nods as Zoe cries out again from her room.
Roki dashes knocking down the chair and sees Little Zoe asleep and
screaming again. Another nightmare she is having. She hugs her daughter
holding her close and Zoe opens her eyes. "Mommy, Continue the Story?
Please!" Roki nods and begins where she left off as Zoe smiles wiping her
tears.