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Hello ^ - ^, I am the author and I have some things to say before the fic starts. Yeah, basically the same stuff I always say but here it goes anyway.
It will be quick, I promise * Ejem * Good, to begin with, I already I know that my nick is Radhamis and stuff but that does not mean that I am the one that appears in history OK?
I use that nick because I like that name! ^_^
Here's the list of symbols and their meaning in the fic: (~bla blâ) = Thoughts of the character. [ bla bla ] = Some sound effect. ++++++++++ bla bla ++++++++ = Change of scene or place. And I'll use some emoticons too .
And for this Fanfic's fanarts go here -(
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The war between the continent of Gahiel and the underworld takes place on a valley in the Labensrau island , which is surrounded by volcanos and mountains in addition to lush forests.
This devastating war is observed by a young woman standing at the highest place on top of one of the volcanos of the north, where the temple of the dragon of the light is located. Inside it there's A strange type of altar that consists of two small pillars with deep bowl- like plates, one on top of each column.
This altar is at the brink of the abysm that is the crater of the volcano, a step past the two colunms and one would fall to a painful death. The sky's red and the sun is dyeing itself little by little with that coloration... as if it were blood stained. Stained with the blood that drop to drop is spilled on the battlefield reflected in the eyes of that girl... by now the sky, clouds and sun, all of them are blood stained. ... Seems as if they knew what is about to to happen in that remote place of Labensrau...
The young woman, whose stare transmits deep determination and its eyes an equally deep sadness, observes someone who's running through the stairs that lead to the temple. It's a young black haired woman with lilac colored eyes, dressed in a beautiful white gown that is used in sarifices. A beautiful woman with skin as fair as the clothes she wore, of fine factions and thin and fragile appearance. Her cheeks were humid, maybe because she was crying.
She is running desperately towards the youngster dressed as a soldier who is in the altar. Now , being at roughly 3 yards away from her, she hits something on her way... a crystal wall that appeared from thin air, an invisible barrier that won't let her go any further.....
Now she couldn't do anything else but to stare with unbearable grief at the young female soldier on the other side of the barrier. The young woman in the altar smiled melancholically at her. As if she were trying to say I...
This soldier was a beautiful woman with dark brown hair and light green eyes. Almost yellow. Dressed like a soldier from the middle ages. She wore a knee length black tunic, black slacks and mid-shin length brown leather boots.
Her sword tied to her back by a leather belt crossing her chest. Although of rough and strong appearance, although her clothes were torn and her body full of bleeding wounds she was as beautiful as the black haired woman.
Tears began to flow from the black haired woman's eyes as the feeling of desperation took over her. What's about to to happen that fills this girl with hopelessness?
The young soldier turned around and began to walk away, she couldn't stand seeing that girl cry.
"RADHAMIS!!! " The brunette shouted desperately at the sight of the other gilr walking away. "... Rei, I'm sorry... " Radhamis, the brown haired girl, said without turning around again to face her. Afterwards,she walked away.
Now she was between the two small columns and exactly on the brink of the floor of the temple. Radhamis, watched the two plates on the columns and calmly laughed in a bitter manner...
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath... "...I'm really sorry..." She mumbled to herself with her eyes still closed.
Before long she opened them and with the rights hand she pulled out a short sword from it's scabbard that hung of its belt.
It examined it. It was adorned in excess, forged in mythril. Actually It as more of a dagger than a sword. It gave an almost white glow even when there was no light being reflected by it.
"Sylfaen... the sacred sword which allows miracles to ocurre ... Let us see if that is true... "
Radhamis took off the gloves from her hands and rolled up her shirt's sleeves. She wielded the small sword with the right hand while the other hand's wrist faced upwards...
She placed the sharp edge of the sword on her left wrist..... and made a deep and fast cut. She winced while the blood began to drip from the wound and formed small rivers across her hand.
Then she took the sword with the hand covered in blood and slashed her rights wrist. Now the three of them; the sword and hands were covered in blood.
Radhamis let the blood stained sword fall to the floor with a loud clang and placed a hand over each plate so that that red liquid fell within them.
She felt how her body weakened but she stayed still and continued offering her blood in sacrifice. Little by little her strength diminished... more and more with each drop that fell in the plates... Her senses little by little vanishing, in such a way that she no longer could listen Rei's weeping, nor she could see her clearly... Her mind became cloudy... just like her eyes. At that precise moment Rad saw her life pass in front of her eyes. Memories flooded her weakened mind like a sea... and already strengthless, Radhamis let herself get drowned .........
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Prologue * He was where the horsemen and the dragoons shared the world and the magic even existed... Where the kings prevail wisely on their vasallos........ A earth divided in five great kingdoms....... An invincible common enemy..................... A single-breasted uniform jacket of territories of the north that is much more of which pretends... The love of a princess by some with that never had to fall in love...... In this earth where one old legend will become truth and a terrible war will be triggered closing the book of the old legend opening a new one......... /////////////////////////////////////////~~~O~~~ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
End of the prologue! Confused? So was I while writing. ^_^ But dont worry everything will be explained as the story unfolds. Please le me know what you think, even if you think it was crap. Plz R&Rw.
Hello ^ - ^, I am the author and I have some things to say before the fic starts. Yeah, basically the same stuff I always say but here it goes anyway.
It will be quick, I promise * Ejem * Good, to begin with, I already I know that my nick is Radhamis and stuff but that does not mean that I am the one that appears in history OK?
I use that nick because I like that name! ^_^
Here's the list of symbols and their meaning in the fic: (~bla blâ) = Thoughts of the character. [ bla bla ] = Some sound effect. ++++++++++ bla bla ++++++++ = Change of scene or place. And I'll use some emoticons too .
And for this Fanfic's fanarts go here -(
/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// ~~~ O ~~~ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ \\\\\\\\ Prologue
The war between the continent of Gahiel and the underworld takes place on a valley in the Labensrau island , which is surrounded by volcanos and mountains in addition to lush forests.
This devastating war is observed by a young woman standing at the highest place on top of one of the volcanos of the north, where the temple of the dragon of the light is located. Inside it there's A strange type of altar that consists of two small pillars with deep bowl- like plates, one on top of each column.
This altar is at the brink of the abysm that is the crater of the volcano, a step past the two colunms and one would fall to a painful death. The sky's red and the sun is dyeing itself little by little with that coloration... as if it were blood stained. Stained with the blood that drop to drop is spilled on the battlefield reflected in the eyes of that girl... by now the sky, clouds and sun, all of them are blood stained. ... Seems as if they knew what is about to to happen in that remote place of Labensrau...
The young woman, whose stare transmits deep determination and its eyes an equally deep sadness, observes someone who's running through the stairs that lead to the temple. It's a young black haired woman with lilac colored eyes, dressed in a beautiful white gown that is used in sarifices. A beautiful woman with skin as fair as the clothes she wore, of fine factions and thin and fragile appearance. Her cheeks were humid, maybe because she was crying.
She is running desperately towards the youngster dressed as a soldier who is in the altar. Now , being at roughly 3 yards away from her, she hits something on her way... a crystal wall that appeared from thin air, an invisible barrier that won't let her go any further.....
Now she couldn't do anything else but to stare with unbearable grief at the young female soldier on the other side of the barrier. The young woman in the altar smiled melancholically at her. As if she were trying to say I...
This soldier was a beautiful woman with dark brown hair and light green eyes. Almost yellow. Dressed like a soldier from the middle ages. She wore a knee length black tunic, black slacks and mid-shin length brown leather boots.
Her sword tied to her back by a leather belt crossing her chest. Although of rough and strong appearance, although her clothes were torn and her body full of bleeding wounds she was as beautiful as the black haired woman.
Tears began to flow from the black haired woman's eyes as the feeling of desperation took over her. What's about to to happen that fills this girl with hopelessness?
The young soldier turned around and began to walk away, she couldn't stand seeing that girl cry.
"RADHAMIS!!! " The brunette shouted desperately at the sight of the other gilr walking away. "... Rei, I'm sorry... " Radhamis, the brown haired girl, said without turning around again to face her. Afterwards,she walked away.
Now she was between the two small columns and exactly on the brink of the floor of the temple. Radhamis, watched the two plates on the columns and calmly laughed in a bitter manner...
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath... "...I'm really sorry..." She mumbled to herself with her eyes still closed.
Before long she opened them and with the rights hand she pulled out a short sword from it's scabbard that hung of its belt.
It examined it. It was adorned in excess, forged in mythril. Actually It as more of a dagger than a sword. It gave an almost white glow even when there was no light being reflected by it.
"Sylfaen... the sacred sword which allows miracles to ocurre ... Let us see if that is true... "
Radhamis took off the gloves from her hands and rolled up her shirt's sleeves. She wielded the small sword with the right hand while the other hand's wrist faced upwards...
She placed the sharp edge of the sword on her left wrist..... and made a deep and fast cut. She winced while the blood began to drip from the wound and formed small rivers across her hand.
Then she took the sword with the hand covered in blood and slashed her rights wrist. Now the three of them; the sword and hands were covered in blood.
Radhamis let the blood stained sword fall to the floor with a loud clang and placed a hand over each plate so that that red liquid fell within them.
She felt how her body weakened but she stayed still and continued offering her blood in sacrifice. Little by little her strength diminished... more and more with each drop that fell in the plates... Her senses little by little vanishing, in such a way that she no longer could listen Rei's weeping, nor she could see her clearly... Her mind became cloudy... just like her eyes. At that precise moment Rad saw her life pass in front of her eyes. Memories flooded her weakened mind like a sea... and already strengthless, Radhamis let herself get drowned .........
///////////////////////////////////////////// ~~~O~~~ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
Prologue * He was where the horsemen and the dragoons shared the world and the magic even existed... Where the kings prevail wisely on their vasallos........ A earth divided in five great kingdoms....... An invincible common enemy..................... A single-breasted uniform jacket of territories of the north that is much more of which pretends... The love of a princess by some with that never had to fall in love...... In this earth where one old legend will become truth and a terrible war will be triggered closing the book of the old legend opening a new one......... /////////////////////////////////////////~~~O~~~ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
End of the prologue! Confused? So was I while writing. ^_^ But dont worry everything will be explained as the story unfolds. Please le me know what you think, even if you think it was crap. Plz R&Rw.