"Ah! At last," Aeon announced while emerging deep from within one of his cavernous wardrobes. The wizard had spent the whole morning searching every corner of his tower in search of the item.
Ensor returned to the center room carrying a black case that was about three feet long and half a foot wide. Four clasps bid the case closed, dust clouds wafting from all over its mantle, revealing that some time had past since last when the archmage retrieved the case.
Ryu poked his head from around the corner and looked over. His curiosity painted plainly in the depths of his emerald green eyes. "What is it?" he asked.
The wizard left the boy's inquiry unanswered; he merely undid the clasps to the case, inviting the lad to peer at its contents. Ryu momentarily pondered the current stability of his sire's mental state, but bid the invitation anyway.
A crimson lining surrounded the insides of the case, resting in the linings center laid a grand long sword. The blade was sheathed in a black scabbard. From its golden hilt, continuing to the ends of its sheath laid a portrayal of two Kaiser Dragons. It looked as though the two wyrms were fiercely racing to the ends of the Etheria; such great artisanship was placed in the detail.
"This, my boy is Dragas-Bane," Ensor raised the sword from within the mantle. He then unsheathed its blade. There was a faint glimmer of silvery light, when the luminescence calmed, the cool steel of the naked blade finally shown. Crafted on its surface was another depiction of a Kaiser Dragon, this one breathing great flames that extended to the mid-length of the blade.
Ryu continued to stare at the weapon almost spellbound. Aeon was not even certain if the boy had stopped to take breath, following the unveiling of the blade. "A great warrior commanded this blade many ages ago," Ensor informed, sheathing the blade.
Blueflame blinked several time, returning to the wizard's conversation. "A great warrior?" he inquired. A slight nod answered his question. "Who...?"
"Myself of course," the wizard answered proudly. It was beneficial that Ensor was looking the other direction; he totally missed Ryu rolling his eyes in grief. "Dragas-Bane is a grand sword," Aeon continued, returning to the boy's side. "It served me well in the past," a deep sorrow suddenly flooded the archmage's words, as he placed the sword in Ryu's hands. "…it will serve ye well also," he softly spoke.
The boy clutched his grasp over the scabbard. Deep sadness welled inside him as his emerald eyes swam up meeting the archmage's sadden stare. "Must I go…?"
Aeon turned away. "We have discussed this, this morning already Ryu, the evening past and thrice the day 'fore yestereve."
"And we will continue 'till ye change ye're mind!" the boy snapped in return. He crossed his arms while turning away, a deep scowl forming on his young face.
"Ryu Blueflame!" Aeon thundered, clearing the room moving to the boy's side. His anger softened as he saw the boy's shoulders drop into soundless sobs. The archmage carefully took a seat besides the boy. Ryu regarded him for a moment before he buried his face into the man's chest weeping. Aeon gently ran his hand through the boy's hair comforting him as he did so many times when the boy held terror filled dreams. "Know that I desire this even less than ye do my boy," he softly spoke. "If it was decided by me, I'd have ye in my tower continually devouring every morsel I own, 'till the end of both our days," he brought the boy up to looking into his tear-filled emerald eyes. "But it is no longer in my control."
"But ye're a great and powerful wizard," the boy answered in between his sniffled cries. "Anyone that displeases ye, ye can blast 'em to the abyss and back with ye're spells."
"Aye, I am a wizard and aye I have some power," Aeon took a breath. For a few moments, Ryu saw in the old mage's eyes just how troubled Aeon had been. His usual youthful face showed more signs of age and dulled lines from lack of sleep than the boy had ever seen in all the years in his company. "But even I have others that I must answer to," the master of Shadowlight tower answered. "Besides great power should only be used to help people, not harm. In all my lessons, I would've thought ye'd learn that by now."
Ryu's gaze fell to the floor. A few remaining tears accompanied his journey. "Aye, I do," his small voice replied, he felt Aeon's hand on his shoulder. Slowly Ryu looked up.
"Come my boy, the time for our departure has arrived." The boy nodded slowly as he gathered the rest of his things.
***
A few minutes later, the pair was standing outside the majestic stone of the Shadowlight Tower. Aeon foraged through some of his things while, Ryu embraced his last image of the Tower. It was home for over a decade, which he now would be leaving, possibly forever.
"Master Aeon?" the boy's voice spoke.
The wizard looked over his shoulder, still keeping an eye out for the item that consumed his search. "Aye?" the archmage's face then lit for a second, finally finding the object.
"If ye plan on seeking the lands of Magieria," the boy asked the idea suddenly coming to him. "What of the fate of yon tower?"
Aeon blinked. "It comes with me," he answered, almost as if he expected the boy to know in the answer in the first place.
The answer brought a series of other questions to the boy. Particular "How in Etheria was he planning to accomplish such a feat!" But a second glance to the wizard, Ryu was sure his sire would not foretell him the answer out front. The boy knew the wizard well and a constant venue for the archmage's teaching was benefit of first hand experience. Besides history had shown the boy never to cast doubt on the ways of the archmage, the methods of madness he fiddled to at times never could be understood 'till the final outcome.
"Ah, finished!" the Master of Shadowlight Tower spirits rose as he gathered all his components. A first the archmage produced a small pouch full of a gray-purple colored dust. He then went around the tower pouring the mixture along its perimeter. The archmage then packed away the dust in another compartment for his supplies. He then drew a small vile of green liquid. The wizard sprinkled a few drops along the stoned walls of the Tower. Ryu noticed the places where the liquid hit, a sparks of blue light flared for moment then died away.
Having finally completed the ritual, Aeon took a few steps back. His hands rose to the heaven as his voice started to thunder, dominating the air with its call, drawing upon the aid of his magic. Then a shimmer blue light fell from the heavens like a shower, bathing the tower with beaconing rays. The inferno of blue light continued for several more seconds, then flickered briefly once more then also died away.
Emerald eyes that belonged to Ryu Blueflame blinked several times; he turned to his master about to ask something. Aeon only raised a single finger, halting the boy by his command.
A rumbling echo resounded from the tower. Ryu's eyes instantly widened in disbelief, it seemed impossible to view what he was witnessing. The famous Shadowlight Tower, the home to both Ryu Blueflame and the archmage Aeon Avanthas Ensor, was severed completely in half. The tower folded along its side as if the resources in its construction consisted of mere paper, instead of marble and stone. Ryu blinked again as the tower continued to fold in half again and again, ending at last when it retorted to the size of a single brink.
Then the archmage Aeon Avanthas Ensor strolled genuinely up to the brick and stored the object into his bag. The wizard dramatically wiped away a few beads of sweat that formed on his brow. "Moving has always been a hassle," he informed as he returned to his spot besides the boy.
For several seconds young Ryu wanted to comment on what he just saw, but for the life of him, no words came to mind. Therefore, he decided to let the matter drop. The ways of his Master were always confusing on any account.
"Well, now that all reserves have been met, shall we depart?" A slight rustle followed Ensor's inquiry, it source coming from the bushes behind the two. Slowly a sleek form that took the appearance of a black shadow exited from the forest. Nightmorrow took a few quick strides then stood at Ryu's side.
Ensor stared at the panther as she pressed her body against the boy's leg; she then sank to the ground comfortably lying down. Her paws resting on either side of her head, as she returned the wizard's stare with one of total boredom. "Ye're cat's coming?" his eyes returned to the boy. His tone did not divulge whether-nor-not he thought it was a wise decision.
"O' course…" Ryu replied, his fingers scratching behind the huge panther's round ears. A sort of bond had grown between the two over the last couple of days. Aeon was not sure how well Ryu's new caretaker would receive Night's presence, especially since it would also be his first encounter with Ryu also.
As if being summoned Ryu suddenly asked. "Master Aeon, who will I be joining? What type of person is he?"
The wizard smiled a casual grin. "Tis a good point ye bring, my boy…Tis a good point."
***
Rankin Stanzil frantically ran through the darken forest. The reasonably thin man gasped terribly this mid-spring night, unaccustomed to making such hasty exits. Yes, fleeing for one's life was not a daily occurrence for the man. He had lost track of the others some time ago. His only hope was that they made it out with their lives also. If not…it would be some time before he could construct another band.
His breaths increasingly became labored as he pumped his legs to move the fastest they ever had in years. He did not know why the little fellow was so upset.
…Well sort of.
It was just a part of the game. Every one had their little winning streak, but eventually they lose. They always lose. It was all in the system he cooked up. You win for a while but eventually everyone loses. If anyone had any problems, Taol, the best with a blade among them all, would take care of it. The system always went flawlessly.
…Until now.
Poor Taol was cut down in a mere two strokes before he was even able to draw steel. It was amazing. Rankin never had seen a soul move that fast, especially for a little fellow. Then again, he was an elf and they were always full of tricks.
When Taol fell, that was when Rankin fled. He never was one for the sight of bloodshed, especially if the next in tow would be his own. Although he possessed some skill with a long sword, but in the past all the fighting usually was left to Taol. A position that now would need filling.
After a few more minutes of high-paced fleeing, Rankin slowed to a march. He was sure enough distance was place between himself and the gray elf. He really hoped the others got out. It would be a shame for all his hard work to go to waste.
Rankin continued walking; Taris was half a day's journey from where he now stood. If he proceeded through the night, he could reach the city by middle of the following day.
The man advanced at a causal pace; always keeping a watchful eye for what was pursuing him. It was unfortunate he did not see the constant shadow dashing through the treetops overhead, moving as quick as death and twice as deadly. He was not aware what pursued him had spent over two years in these woods, memorizing every tree, stone, or where every dell lay, there was no place the man could hide.
The hairs on the back of Rankin's neck stood on end, rustling sounds echoed from the brush behind him. Slowly he drew for his blade. Patiently waiting to strike, certain that if a fight was brought to him; he would be quick to deliver the first killing blow.
"Halt thy malice, Rankin! Tis, me Tuelz," a familiar voice rose from within the foliage. Two men came into the clearing.
"Tuelz!" Rankin whispered cautiously recognizing the blonde man. Tuelz was the younger more accomplished thief from their trope. His skills in thieving and with his daggers had made his addition a grand one indeed. Rankin was grateful, yet another one of his members continued to draw breath this night. "Tuelz," Rankin's brown eyes narrowed. "Who be there wit ye?"
"Aye, me…" a gruff voice sounded that could only belong to Tahoma. The shout bald headed, giant of a man, stood next to Tuelz, his great warsword drawn, his clear blue eyes searching for the waiting death that haunted all of their steps. Tahoma was the veteran fighter of the group and sometimes aided with a bit of intimidation. His skill was only second to Taol in battle, which would now make him undisputed, if they survived the night.
Rankin drew an easier breath in the presence of his friends. He moved closed to Tuelz. "I'm gladden the both of ye are well." Tuelz ignored the statement. He remembered when the chaos first sprang; Rankin was the first to flee. "Did ye see what befallen poor Taol? That elf slit em' in half with less effort than it takes me to finish thy sentence."
"And the elf will do far worst if needed…" a new voice echoed from around the group. There was a sharp clamoring of steel as Rankin and his men drew their weapons each casting gaze in all directions.
"Gentleman," the voice continued. "It would please me greatly, if you returned the property you ruefully stolen from me," the voice was soft like the wind, yet held an air of strong conviction and strength. Not to mention every phrase dripped with an added flavor of arrogance.
Rankin ignored the voice. His attention was set on seeking out the source of the echo. Maybe then, Tuelz could send a flurry of knives into his elven hind, silencing him for good. The man needed not waste the effort. After a few minutes, the gray elf came into the clearing, right behind the thieving band. The trio jumped back in fright. Their weapons trained on him.
"I'll only give you but a moment to consider your actions," the gray elf softly spoke. "Then I shall take what belongs to me." He causally crossed his arms in front of him, his dark blue cloak parting slightly, giving view to two-sheathed blades that seated along his front.
The small amount of moon light allowed the trio a better look at the gray elf. The deep hood of his navy blue cloak was drawn, covering most of his facial features in a dark shadow; only one thing shined despite that dark blackness …his eyes.
His eyes were two chilling pools of viridian fury. A cool green color as if no blood flowed through the elf's veins, just freezing artic fluids that somehow maintained his life. The bare sight of his cold, calculating eyes set chills down each of their spines. An effect the elf probably gladly invoked.
His skin was a soft ebony color; with a few braided strands of long white hair that fell from the confines of his hood. He held a diminutive height of five and a half feet, thin of frame, dressed from head to toe in a dark but seemingly lightweight mail.
"Rankin…" Tahoma rumbled behind the man, trying to gain his attention. Stanzil broke from his deliberation placing his attention on the fighter. Tahoma grinned. "Eh, he's just one elf. The three o' us can take 'em." His warsword rose high.
""He's just an' elf," I'm sure that's what Taol thought as well," Tuelz reminded. Though the thief could tell his words would not soothe the fighter's warrior spirit.
"Then we avenge his murder!" Tahoma roared, his great warsword following his thunderous battle cry. The elf did little more than stir a quick movement with his hands, seconds later the fighter's huge warsword was parried, then stripped from his grasp by two blades as the elf moved. So when Tahoma next looked, the elf wasn't even there. The large fighter then spun completely around finding the elf somehow made it completely to his rear.
Tahoma stifled a gasp as his eyes looked towards the gray elf, who now was wielding two blades. One blade that it looked as if it was an edge made of pure bluish-white light. The other its complete contrast, looking as if it could steal darkness itself. "P'rhaps another hasty retreat is in order," the elf commented with a grin.
The gray elf's viridian eyes widen briefly. His head snapped to the left just avoiding the series of daggers that whizzed by his cheek. Tuelz's hands became a blur as he pumped them three more times, fingers spitting bladed death his way. The gray elf's blades then flew, moving in swift circles, deflecting the projected attacks. He coiled then fled to his right only to meet with Tahoma's steel.
The burly fighter let out a howling cry as his warsword met with the thin black edged blade. His sword furiously hacking and chopping at the elf's expertly executed parries. Rankin, still waiting in the back for Tahoma to clear, was simply astounded; the gray elf's movements were breath taking to witness. His attacks were so fluid and graceful. He moved as if this was all a dance and he set the tempo. Yes indeed, a dance of death, most likely their own.
***
Tuelz howled out loud in the most excruciating pain before he fell to the ground. Four of the thief's own daggers protruded from his chest, while he landed making a grand lifeless thud. Neither Rankin nor Tahoma could spare a second to greave for their fallen friend, fore they both were locked in the most deadly of combat. The two worked against the elf's thin blades, clanging and blasting with all their might. The elf easily matched their joined effort with little phase. One of his blades then rose while the other lowered; he then made spiraling twirls with his blades interlocking them against the thieves' hilts. He then ran up the side of the larger Tahoma, repelling against the broad man's chest, both of his blades flashing death for Rankin.
That was till Tahoma the brute, snatched the tails of the elf's cloak yanking him clean away from the awaiting end of Rankin. The elf fell to the ground, but was still in motion as if the fall never occurred; he rolled to his feet just in time to greet the raging bald fighter. They clanged hard with forceful blows, the fighter actually managing to drive the elf back. Tahoma, believing he held the advantage, pressed on with his attacks, driving the elf further and further back. The fighter recoiled back and made a mighty swing with his war sword, destined to cleave the elf in two…That was if he was there.
The fighter looked above just as the gray elf was spiraling, spinning through the air; he landed behind Tahoma, before the fighter could even react. The gray elf sent two raising crossed slashes through his spine, christening his plated leathers with a crimson X. The elf's black blade then flashed out so fast, so swiftly, it looked as if a continuous shadow was assaulting Tahoma, superbly cutting and slicing the fighter's body.
"Tahoma!" Stanzil shouted once he seen what befallen his friend. The elf's body became almost like a shadow again as he darted back toward the thin man. The gray elf's blades then worked in perfect synchronization, flurrying with feints and jabs, dismantling any of Rankin's feeble attempts at defense. The elf then struck at Rankin's sword three times, spun his body along with his own blade burying around the man's wrist prying it from his grasp. Rankin's sword vaulted back harmlessly into the air, with the gray elf still spinning. Something gleaming of blue and white shot towards Rankin's throat, just as the man's sword impaled itself into the soil behind them.
Rankin thought his life was already at an end. There was no way he could have defended himself and there was no way the elf could possibly have missed. However, his continual breathing foretold otherwise. His eyes opened slightly to see. The blade's aim was true, but yet had not pierced…yet.
The fearsomely cold glare of the gray elf's viridian eyes fixed on the man like an awaiting viper as he calmly spoke. "Two have fallen this night," his right eyebrow rose. "…care to make it a third?" he invited. Rankin could feel him raising the edge of his jeweled short sword up, slightly prickling along Rankin's throat drawing blood.
No sounds dared to fly from Rankin's mouth, as he stood dumbfounded at the mercy of the gray elf. He barely breathed, much less was aware of the pool of sweat that dripped down the side of his cheek from his brow.
"My ring, if you please…" the elf commanded.
Stanzil scurried his hands into his shirt that very second. He fumbled around as if the shirt possessed a will of its own and wanted the item for itself. Shortly after he produced a delicately crafted blue ring, it was beautiful sure, but he didn't know why it was the cause of so much discord. Rankin hastily flung the ring in front of him, desperately to be rid of such a cursed item. The gray elf's hand quickly snapped forward into the air, retrieving the jewel. Rankin didn't even feel his sword hand flinch from the movement.
The gray elf then admired the jeweled ring making sure no harm came to it in his absence. Satisfied, he glared at the thin man while lowering his blade into his sheath. "I would suggest a change of profession." He threatened while placing the ring in his pack.
Barely even registering the comment, Rankin continued to stare.
The gray elf's eyes narrowed to fierce viridian slits. "Flee…" No sooner did he blink, Rankin was through the brushes, passing the trees. Only the subtle shaking of a branch ever signified that Rankin Stanzil was ever there.
The gray elf shook his head and started off. It had been some time since he last been to Taris, it would be interesting to see what grand festivals the city would hold during this part of the year.
The elf continued through the forest till he entered an open field. He drew his hood down over his face as a strong wind started to blow. There was a crash, then a loud explosion that blew the elf's hood right back. Immediately the elf knew this was no natural occurrence. There was a flash of steel and the elf's blades where in his grasped as he witnessed what only could be considered a tear in reality itself. The tear widen, opening to a radiate violet light.
The elf continued to watch the portal, keeping watch in case there would be yet another battle fought this night. But he soon re-sheathed his blades and sighed after seeing a familiar set of blue robes.
***
"You're a great distance away from you're woods Ensor," the gray elf commented while leaning against a tree. He eyed the archmage, whose acquaintance he made many years ago.
The great silvery haired mage grinned. "Distance and time means very little to one such as I…" Aeon's blue-gray eyes seemed to twinkle after the statement.
The gray elf's viridian stare kept watch on the crafty human. "What brings you from your woods wizard?"
The archmage didn't answer out front; he just stepped aside and allowed the small blue hair boy, that was accompanying him, come into view. Ensor warmly placed his hand on the boy's shoulder while looking toward the elf. "Ryu Blueflame, allow me to introduce ye to Xian Xu'in, probably the fastest blade in all of the lands."
"In all the world," Xian corrected. "Aeon, if you must introduce me, please do it properly." The elf sharpened his sight when he looked toward the boy, at second glance. 'So he's given him Dragas-Bane,' Xian noted. 'The boy then must be special…' For just a second Xu'in actually appeared interested in what Aeon had to say.
Ryu set his focus on the elf. Since this was the first elven person he'd laid eyes on, Ryu found himself quite interested. Everything from Aeon's description of them was true. His features were angular and exotic, with small sharp nose and narrow almond shaped eyes. Xian was greatly smaller, than Aeon and even himself, being only five and a half feet tall with Aeon clearly almost a whole foot taller. His waist was ever more narrower then Ryu's own, meaning the elf couldn't have weighed more than himself. And the boy even could clearly see the pointed tips of his ears underneath the elf's mane of white hair.
The archmage cleared his throat. "Ah yes...I'd almost forgotten about that defined ego of yours," Aeon ended with a smirk.
"It's no more defined then your own wizard," Xu'in countered sharply. "What do you want Aeon you spoil my hunt?"
"I was told to start training the boy by Lord Osirrius himself," Aeon began while motioning for the gray elf to follow him. Ryu trailed behind the two. Nightmorrow, who had been no more than a quiet observer the whole time, decided since she knew she wouldn't be of need any time soon, drafted off to explore this part of the woods. Her coat of invisibility fell before she past the first brush.
"After some recent developments, I have found that I need to gather some things in order for the future. But in my workings it would leave little time for me to continue my tutoring of the lad. Besides there is not much more for him to learn, I must say even though he is still young by man's standards that he is exceptionally bright." A brilliant smile beamed across Ryu's face, one that was not hidden from Xian's notice. "Although most of his experiences only deal with the workings of an Ol' Mage's lab," Ensor continued. "Its fine time he started to venture out and gather a more worldly experience."
"So how does Xian Xu'in fit into this picture?" the gray elf brashly inquired while looking up to the tall archmage.
"Well, I thought what better person to be Ryu's guide throughout our lands, than the great Swiftblades himself," Ensor smiled.
"WHAT?" Ryu shouted from across the way. He stared incredibly at Aeon.
The archmage gave a pained breath. An apologetic gaze was sent to the gray elf, who returned with indifference. "Allow us a few moments sir elf," he softly spoke.
"You're lucky, I'm in debt to you Ensor," he cut a swift glance towards the boy who appeared to be on the verge of tears. He then returned to the wizard and spoke in a calm melodious voice. "Please make your goodbyes quick."
Aeon nodded as he walked over toward Ryu. He smiled gently while looking down into the boy's saddening green eyes. "I am sorry Ryu," he said softly. "This is a journey I cannot follow. Ye've a grand destiny that lies ahead of ye and ye'll never reach that light under my care. The path leads me elsewhere to prepare for future events. It is time for you to roam this world to learn everything you can. I am even saddened by this parting. In my long years, I've never had a son. Yet why is it I feel I am losing one?" Ryu then buried himself in the wizard's robes. His timid sobs rolling through the evening air.
"Now, now, No room for tears on this day," Aeon's words tried to sooth the burning embers turning within the small boy. "Though I cannot accompany you, Xian and the sword will protect ye well." But some tears still fell from Ryu's troubled heart. "No, tears now, I'll have none of it." Ensor sternly spoke. Slowly but surely Ryu's sobs died as he stood away from Aeon, his mentor, his father.
Ensor retrieved his usual smile, as the winds started to blow behind him, the tear in reality returning. "Ryu, do not let this night weigh deeply on ye're heart. Long is the road ye must travel and though I cannot follow, always will my eyes be watching. Make me proud my boy." Aeon ended while stepping into the portal. "Make me proud my son…" And then the archmage's image started to fade.
As the last fleeing lights of the portal closed, the gray elf turned to the small boy. "Ah, well now that the old one has left. I suppose a proper introduction is in order. As you know from your mystical friend, my name is Xian Xu'in. And these..." Then the grey elf body nearly exploded into blazing fast motions. In an instant two twin blades danced in the thief's hands. The weapons seemed to glide through the elf's palm with skilled precision and totally unnatural speed. What amazed Ryu the most was the fact he did not even see where the elf drew his blades. "These are Lumina and Midnight," he concluded while crossing the two short swords in front of him in an X.
Truly, the two blades seemed like works of art. One of the blades was covered with brightly blue gems seemed almost blinding with a radiant white and blue light. The other blade looked as though it was forged on the blackest of all nights. The dark atmosphere being poured into the cutting edge's color, because the blade was a black as its sister's blade was white.
"Many in Etheria know me by the name Xian Xu'in, but after some time and many battles I've earn the name 'The Swiftblades.' With another blaze of flurrying motion, the light and dark blades returned home to their sheaths that were placed on then grey elf's side. "Come boy, there is much for you to learn..." The elf turned and ventured deep into the woods, his dark blue cloak flowing behind him as he moved.
Ryu took one last look at the direction Aeon went to and sighed. He would greatly to miss the old wizard. Aeon was the only person that was family to him, but he trusted the wizard's decision. If he was now to be under the watch of this warrior elf, then it was for good reason.
He just wished he knew what the reason was! Maybe then, this all would make more sense.
"Come boy! T'would be a folly to keep me waiting..." Ryu heard Xian calling back through the brush. The young boy sighed again. He could tell his life just took another interesting turn. But would it be for the worst...only time will tell.
***
Ryu and Xian continued moving for the rest of the night. A calm silence fell over the young Ryu while during the trek. Many thoughts wrestled in his heart. It was just this time one week past, he was lying in the tower always dreaming of exploring through the land. Now all the boy could think about was returning to that tower and returning to comforting care of his father.
Ryu shook his head; he had to stop thinking about the past and about Aeon. If he continued that path of thoughts he knew his heart would surely darken and the pains of lost would seep in. He had to keep his mind clear; Aeon wouldn't want him to be sad, so he had to focus on the good things in his life.
Although Aeon was gone, he wasn't alone. Nightmorrow was still by his side and one couldn't ask for a better friend than a nine hundred pound enchanted panther. Also Ryu's new mentor, Xian Xu'in, granted the gray elf had his own curt fashion, he believed under all that thick proud exterior he was a decent good natured elf.
At his mention Ryu found his attention drawn to his new mentor. The gray elf's movements, he found, were the epitome of stealth and grace. From his liquid-like strides, his constantly moving form, the fact that a gentle spring breeze held more commotion in its wake, than the stealthy gray elf. "So this was a real adventurer…" Ryu found himself saying more than once through their journeying. He was truly impressed.
The two continued further east from where Aeon departed, traveling past the great city of Taris into the valley of Hillan's Green. It was there that Xian planned to begin Ryu's training.
The valley was rightly named for the hilly plains of green grass stretched as far at the boy could see. The center of the valley had a thicket of trees. So dense when inside it looked as though hardly even the sun could penetrate its foliage. Ryu stared at the valley curiously. Beautiful it was, but sort of training could one hope to do in such a place?
***
"While in battle, young Ryu, one must closely watch his opponent or opponents if the case were." Three weeks had past, since Ryu and Aeon's parting and slowly but surely the boy started to adjust to his new life with Xian, as difficult as it was…
"Whether a warrior favors using his left or right hand, how much distance he spaces between his legs while in his stance. All these factors are important in the heat of the moment, so important that it is crucial that they become second nature." The elf advised the young boy while he looked at the boy's suspended form.
Ryu had already spent two hours there and from the way Xian was speaking in a few hours he would still find himself in the same spot. He flexed his one arm, as it was becoming increasingly strained and stiff under his weight. But he had to remember to keep his body straight. Keep it straight or he would be berated by Xian. He looked over at the upside-down image of the gray elf as he continued his single-hand-handstand on the wooden peg.
"The problem with most human warriors is you rely far too much on your strength. You disregard the very basis of combat, proper balance and accurate technique. You, young Blueflame will lack in neither."
***
The evening skies over Hillan Green rang late into the night with the clang of steel against steel.
"It is necessary that you learn to think of everything and yet of nothing at that same instant. Keep your mind sharp and focused, yet flexible and open to all that is around you," Xian instructed. He looked over at Ryu. The young boy's battered tunic was drenched in sweat. The boy puffed and panted but yet his grip on the beautiful sword in his hands never fell. Xian wouldn't let him.
The two continued their practiced routine. Xian would come with series of four curving slashes with Midnight and Lumina, alter the flow with a set of raising crossed hooking uppers, then the elf would change it up to keep the already very vigil, Ryu Blueflame even more on his toes. The boy would roll past the first series. Then counter with thrusting jab then continue with uppercuting slashes, those Xian easily picked off with Lumina, of course he then would follow with a sneaking drive with Midnight achieving a would be finishing blow. The boy then plopped down onto his rear, staring incredibly at the elf.
The two had been at practice like this, for the last eight hours. Xian sighed as he observed his student. The boy had been falling for the same ploy twenty times already in the last two hours. For all the praise Ensor gave the boy for his intellect, he didn't catch on too quickly.
"I'm sorry Sir Elf," Ryu gasped as he wiped away some sweat from his brow. "I'm not very apt in fighting."
Xu'in slid his blades into his sheaths, agreeing to the small break. He shook his head at hearing the boy's words. "First thing Ryu, let us set up a few rules, my name is Xian Xu'in, not Sir Elf," he corrected.
Ryu stared blue eyes wide. "Sorry, Sir Xu'in," he fumbled with the apology.
The gray elf sighed…heavily. "The second thing we must address is…I am aware that you have no real knowledge with combat. This is why I am teaching you now." He took a step away, his viridian gaze catching the faint remains of the setting sun. "Etheria is a beautiful place, but it can also be very deadly. So in order for you to survive you have to learn how to defend yourself."
At that the boy seemed to ease greatly. Xian then turned to him. "Now, retrieve your weapons."
"Weapons…?" Ryu was puzzled. "What do you mean? I only have the sword?" His eyes went to the beautifully crafted blade that Aeon gave him. It now was placed back into its black Kaiser Dragon crafted sheath.
Xian raised one finger and waved it disapprovingly. "Not so..." he casually stated. Then with a quick smooth fluid motion Xian slipped the sheath off of Dragas-Bane out of Ryu's hands, twirled it between his fingers and slammed it thoroughly against Ryu's unprotected skull.
"OWWWW!" the boy ruefully cried while clutching his battered dome. The reaction was more from astonishment then actually protesting an injury. Then on second though, the sheath really was made from a thick solid material.
"Ah, sometimes pain brings our best experience," the gray elf resolved, not caring in the slightest if the boy was truly wounded or not. "Now what did I just do?" Xian calmly asked.
"Ye hit me with the damn sheath!" Ryu thundered back, suddenly very anxious to continue with their practice, perhaps he could find his way into carving his satisfaction into that gray hind.
"Correct!" Xian's viridian eyes lit up. "That my pupil is your second weapon, granted not as effective as the fine edge of your blade. But it will have much worth in battle."
The boy stared at the enchanted blade, as if on show, the blade shined a silvery color then died away again. Xian smirked. "Trust in my words Ryu Blueflame, that sword was given to you by the great archmage Aeon Avanthas Ensor. That is no mere bauble you wield. Trust in all of it as you would trust in him." The grey elf let his word end in a close then continued on.
"Trust in it as you would trust in him..." Ryu repeated the words of his new mentor. The words seemed sound enough, fore there was much he trusted with Aeon. Speaking of his old master, the boy wondered how his journey was fairing.
***
Aeon Avanthas Ensor stood tall upon the jagged peaks of the northern mountain range of Nuewyne. He looked across the mist concealed valley to his destination, the floating isle of Magieria, the leading realm in Etheria for magic and mysticism, also the great home to most of the world's elven populace.
Ensor's gray-blue eyes were drawn to a score of patrolling clouded stallion riders that swept across the sky. They were elven soldiers that rode shaped clouds that were the form of pegasi, the ancient winged horses, raced across the horizon always making sure their home was well guarded. The group soared through the clouds over the constant rainbows that fell over the brightly green island. Another patrol started from one of the many skyseeking crystalline towers from the island's center. Their route covered the southern section of Magieria, swooping over the building tops like racing falcons.
"Ah Magieria," the spell caster chanted, while his continual stare admired the enchanted isle. "It's been far too long…"
***
Arvel Elverstar left the Elverstar family home later than he originally expected. The young elven lord, one of the more prominent elven families of Magieria, couldn't effort to be late this morn, despite the fortunate results of today's events.
He had spent a great part of the morning engaged with one of the recently added servants to his house. A lovely elf maiden she was, by the name of Aria, with long dark hair, a slender alluring figure and swaying hips that always drew Arvel's attention whenever she would past. It only took a few quick words from him, one of the lords of the manor, to sway her heart into meeting him later this evening in the family garden for a more intimate meeting.
Arvel's thoughts were so preoccupied that he lost track of time and which could have proved disastrous, fore this day he was to begin his eighth semester at Vynsune, the most prestigious academy for the mystic arts for all of Etheria.
The young elven lord raced down his household's front garden, passing the other servants joyfully singing as they worked, all sparing a few moments to greet one of the masters of the house. Arvel curtly but politely returned their greetings as he headed towards the front gate.
He closed the golden unicorn shaped gate behind him firmly as he finally reached the main road. All around him, several of his people flooded the streets. All chatting, prancing, simply enjoying the beautiful day before them. Some rode plant shaped animals that moved and called like their real life copies. A few others floated down the streets on golden disks that enabled them to fly. Arvel saw overhead a group young elflings, soaring on magical wings of light, chasing and laughing as they continued to play. He shook his head. "Too be so young," he thought. He then brought out his own flight disk.
Arvel began the few incantations, to the device when the tails of a thick blue cloth covered over his flight disk's area. "Kind Sir Elf. Sorry to trouble ye, but p'rhaps could ye direct me t'wards the great Willow." Arvel's beautiful youthful face frowned heavily as he looked up to properly address the person ruining his castings.
Normally Arvel did not address towards the commoner elven people, due to the fact his title and certain duties frowned upon such interactions, but the instant he realized that the person in front of him was not one of his elven-kin and in fact a human, he was without words…at least without any kind words.
"What business would it be to ye human? Ye're place is far from this city, where ye're destructive ways can bring about the end of ye're race!" is what Arvel would have said if he could formulate the words. But this sudden appearance of a human in Magieria was very unsettling.
His violet almond shaped eyes stared in amazement at the man that some how infiltrated his city. His shoulder length silvery hair, gray-blue eyes and blue robes, Arvel was at a lost. In all his three hundred years he'd never seen an actual human before.
The human regarded Arvel with a puzzled look then brighten instantly. He then bowed and dramatically swung his arms to the side making the gesture seem even more grander. "Pardon my earlier rudeness, my name is Aeon Avanthas Ensor. And ye would be?"
If it was even possible for elven almond shaped eyes to widen even more, Arvel eyes would almost appeared human as wide they were now "...ArAr.." was all the young elf could pronounce.
The human nodded quickly cutting Arvel off. "Ah, splendid name ArAr, now that introductions have been met care to surrender the Willow's location, the matter is quite urgent?"
"Vynsune…Main Hall…" The elf finally managed to get out. "Do…Do…ye…need escort?" Arvel was still slow to gain a grip onto the situation.
Ensor shook his head. "Nay, but thank ye. The way is known by me," he smiled genuinely; his body then began to glow a blue-white light. With a simply wave the wizard winked out right before Arvel.
Arvel was surrounded by several elven citizens who happen to spot the commotion. All were making their own guesses to what happen, but all Arvel could think of were all the times in class he remembered the mentioning of that human's name. He then looked towards the Vynsune Academy's halls. "That simple human, was one that was graced by the gods," he softly spoke as he continued with his flight disk spell. He knew today was not a day to miss class.
***
Aeon reappeared halfway across the city in front of the doors to Vynsune. He rightfully ignored the open-faced stares he was receiving from the elven people that happened to past as he entered. He went through into the inner lobby of the academy. There was an elven maiden with long flowing hair at the desk. She was alarmed as soon as she set eyes on Ensor. Before she could get a word out Aeon spoke. "Good day, my lady, I am Aeon Avanthas Ensor, can ye notify Willow that I seek her aid?" She didn't even notice when Aeon starting holding her hand and he then gently placed a kiss on her palm and smiled warmly at the end of his sentence.
Her cheeks flushed bright red. "I'll summon her for ye, sir…" she said quietly as she hurried off in back.
Ensor nodded finally glad some luck was going his way. Aeon stood back and admired the halls of the school. His soon eyes fell onto some of the paintings that were along the walls. Each portrayed some great of the greatest elven mages. As Aeon stared longer, the image of the paintings started to move then spoke, each introducing themselves and their contributions to the arts. "Those weren't here when I was last present," he said to himself as he continued through the hallways.
He then quietly peaked inside a few of the classes. All full of bright young elflings, each eager to learn all they could about magic and magery. The sights brought him back to his older teaching days, over a millennium before he met Ryu, when he was the first and most likely, only human advisor to the school. That was a time when magic was still young and flourished greatly. It was a grand time for the arts, when several developments were made.
Aeon continued to aimlessly wander through the academy, allowing the memories to slowly come back to him. His attention was soon brought to another classroom, filled with older students. It appeared to be a more advance stage of magery, delving deep into the intricate creation and weaving of spell webs. A young elven lass was before the class, while the instructor was dictating her actions. A small smile crossed his face as he realized that the particular lesson the elven maiden was instructing was actually inaccurate, a finding that Ensor himself came across a few hundred years ago. But he wasn't too surprised; Magieria was always slow to update their curriculum.
Aeon's eyes then fell to the instructor, although most elven maidens possessed unmistakable beauty and grace. This one maid seemed fairer. A she was tall even for elvish standards almost as tall as Ensor himself, with long wild strands of blue hair. A white robe clung to her narrow waist, allowing a long well shaped leg to be seen. The archmage could not deny his attraction to her.
"Ye're far from yer kind human," the maiden spoke as her stern almond brown eyes were fixed onto him. The archmage hadn't noticed, but all of the class' attention was drawn to him as he continued to stand in the doorway. "This place is home only to those of the people."
Though momentary off-guard the archmage Ensor was already maintained his composure. "Ah, since when did the boarders of Magieria close its boarders to a fellow mage," he offhandedly returned. He took a few steps inside the classroom, if he was about to make a grand show, better allow all of the class a better view.
"Since the greed and destruction that man breeds forced us into to this isle." Ensor had no words for that claim, fore it was true. Two thousand years ago, elves lived in the realms of the northern continent along the side of man and wyndian alike. When the former two races started clearing the lands and building great cities like Taris and Wyndia, the elves preferred the seclusion of the forest and the trees. Living with the land and cultivating it with the use of their magic. But soon the grasping hand of man craved more, thus a war began between the three races for the land.
Many died during those times; it was one of the darkest eras of Etheria's history. The war resulted in the elves fleeing for the sake of their own existence. Eventually they formed their own nation using the might of their own magic to create the floating isle of Magieria. A mass of land that floated so visitors could not easily permit entry and so the elves could finally seek some peace.
"I make no excuse for what actions occurred in the past," Ensor slowly began. "'fore even now I've never condoned the actions during that war. But baring me prejudice merely for my heritage, thus ye're only committing a greater injustice than the ones who ye obviously hate!"
The she elf's eyes widen at the claim. "How dare ye!" Obvious the elf had never had anyone dispute her claims before. Aeon planned to put a stop to all that.
"Furthermore…" the archmage continued. "If ye spent more time in ye're studies of the art and less in who does and who doesn't violate ye're fair city, maybe ye wouldn't be so wrongfully instructing ye're students."
Yet again the elven instructor blinked astonished. "How dare ye!?!" she cried again while balling up her fists. Ensor could see her lovely slender fingers tightening up.
Aeon tipped forward arrogantly bowing before the elven mage. "Sorry madam, but I only state what is plainly obvious."
A sharp smirking smile found its way to the maiden's face as she stood before her class. "Perhaps human, ye can shine a fine light on where we the people, who have lived for centuries studying, have erred," she mockingly stood to the side to allow Aeon the floor.
"Well never in my years have I been known to disappoint a lady…Allow me." Ensor drew his hands from the folds of his robes. He calmed himself briefly then his fingers danced through the air, trailing tails of white light following each of his fingertips movements.
He traced the specific spell in question's web. At first he began the webbing that the instructor advised to forge. Just then from one of the spell columns rang a bellowing wail. All the students screamed from fright, as a huge three head beast started to emerge from the column. The academy instructor stood astonished at what was happening in her very own classroom. In an instant her eyes locked onto one set of the beast. It's reached with a huge hand, for the blue haired elf in that instant she saw her own death and was powerless to stop it. But then a thundering voice dominated all sound. Aeon's eyes flared blue, and then sent beams of light shocking the beast. It howled again in pain, which was when Ensor swiftly worked his fingers to banish the creature away.
"Ye see Madam Stormwind," Aeon recalled her name from when a student spoke it earlier. "If ye allowed the fair lady to continue, it would be likely some balor or archdevil or some other unsavory creature from the abyss would've been summoned. Ye're fortunate that I happened this way."
"Ye infidel…dirty…!" Stormwind was at a lost for words never in her life had she felt so powerless and embarrassed. Never in her life had she ever had anyone dared to prove her spell crafting was ever flawed. And that fact it was a human…A clumsy, hairy, ignorant human, made the sting even worst.
"I see the years haven't calmed that forked tongue of yer's Ensor," a voice spoke from the doorway. Everyone turned to see probably the eldest elven maid ever. She was far shorter then most elves, with long strands of gray and silver hair, falling over her rich white robes. Her once beautifully face, now creased with dozens of wrinkles, yet her eyes still shined a great blue color. It was obvious in the days past she was a radiant beauty, that must have claimed the hearts of hundreds. But those centuries have past along with her youth.
"Madam Willow," Stormwind bowed in respect to the reverend mother of Vynsune. The other students in the classed bowed as well.
The elder elf moved towards the human mage. "Aeon Avanthas Ensor, too long has it been since thy last visited." She extended her hand to him.
"Too long indeed," he agreed while taking her hand. He pressed his lips to her knuckle, while his eyes went to Stormwind. The elf maiden's look was of mixed horror and amazement. Apparently his name was familiar with her as well.
"Let's not spoil this visit Aeon, come we have much to talk about." Willow spirited as she exited the classroom.
Aeon made a step toward the door, but then cast a glance toward Stormwind. Continued his glaze was on the she elf who still appeared astonished if not embarrassed by what just occurred. "Madam, I'm sorry if the manner I which I spoke was rude to ye. Know I hold no malice t'wards ye and I hope we could meet again at a fairer time." The archmage then twirled his fingers and produced a yellow and blue four petal flower, tossing it Stormwind's way.
The proud elven maiden caught the flower, before she could even consider her actions. She spared a second glance at the beautiful flower. A frown deepened on her lovely face as she crushed it in her hands. The petals slowly fell to the floor and disappeared beneath the ground. There was a faint glow then from where the petal landed and out sprouted four flowers of like design.
Stormwind, not to mention half of her student stared in amazement at the flower. The Vynsune Instructor looked to the fleeing form of Ensor. She couldn't deny she was slightly interested in the enigmatic human.
***
"O' still the charmer I see…" Willow chuckled to herself as they rounded the corner.
Aeon continued to stare ahead as if the comment wasn't directed towards him. "It was merely a gesture…nothing more."
Willow stopped in the middle of the hallway. She grinned at the youthful human. "Aeon, all of ye're tricks are known to me, my friend," she stated with a playful smirk. "And I'm far too old to prance around with words, so just be honest with me."
The archmage held his resolve for sometime but finally sighed. "Indeed, she does interest me…" He looked to see that old familiar smile on Willow, he smiled as well. He then shook his head. "…but it is of lesser importance right now. First I need to speak with the Sister of Magieria."
"The Sisters…Why?" Willow inquired.
The human mage bowed his head. "I am sorry Willow; I will not able to divulge all of the reasons for my presence here, not until I've had audience with the Sisters." He stated sternly.
For a few seconds they remained in that hallway, both deadlocked in a stare. The older elf shrugged after a few minutes. "If it pleases ye. I'll see what can be done."
"Thank ye…" Aeon returned as the both continued down the hall.
***
A fair number of the maiden elves of Magieria were full of much gossip. Never in their days had any of them seen a human mage in their city before. Fewer still had ever seen one so comely. So Aeon Avanthas Ensor was not surprised when he was brought into the halls of the Sisters of Magieria that whispers flooded through all the lips when he past. Their quiet words did not stop till the door was firmly closed behind him.
The wizard proudly marched before the semicircled table of the Sisters.
Each was a vision of loveliness, who often were the envy of every elven maiden in the city. The three of them glanced at the human before them, each not truly knowing how to even beginning to question why after all these many years, he'd return.
Solara decided she was the first to speak. "Aeon Avanthas Ensor, ye have not been in the city for more than three breaths and already ye're having everyone in an uproar." Her golden eyes holding no malice towards the archmage, nor was she overly enthusiastic for that matter either.
Enchantra looked to her sister and shook her head. "Seems ye haven't lost ye're touch," she added with a playful wink. She curled the ends of her vibrant green hair as a few memorable nights entered her thoughts. Aeon actually adverted from her searching jade eyes, apparently also recalling some nights, whether or not they were memorable was up to be debated.
The thin blue lips of Spectra posed for a minute as she regarded her wording, she than asked. "What brings ye here Ensor, after all these years?"
Then Aeon went about his proposition. He spoke carefully never to reveal too much of what happen with his life with Ryu or the odd occurrences surround the boy's origin. After he spoke, the sisters shared many questioning stares. "So we are to permit thee access to all of our libraries and resources. Permit thee to house here without so much as an explanation." Spectra resulted, astoundingly.
Ensor took a breath anticipating the expecting the obvious response. "I know my request might seem outlandish, but I swear to ye'all," his gaze when to all three. "…all the realms of Etheria may hang in the balance."
The three shared a glance once more. "We would need some time to discuss this…" Aeon nodded, expecting that response as well. The three deliberated for several minutes. A few wayward words erupted, but all in all the discussion was mild.
Solara brushed a few yellow strands of hair from her head. "We will give you what you ask, merely because of your reputation and the debt this city owes you."
Aeon accepted the words graciously as he bowed. "Thank ye all…" He simply stated he then quickly exited. He had many plans now to arrange.
***
Ryu was careful not to stumble in his steps, while he continued pursuit of the gray elf. Always making sure he landed on the balls of his foot, securing his ground for only a second then moving to the next stone pillar. Always making sure his steps were light yet well balanced, because it was a long forty foot drop below.
The two raced across the stone columns in their game of cat and mouse, cutting across the maze of forty foot long stone columns that suspended them both. Ryu made leap after leap to each narrowed peaked pillar, landing with just enough room for him to move. There were more than a few times when he almost lost his sword to that fall. Even the gentle weight of his blade, Dragas-Bane, was starting to become taxing.
Blueflame whipped his head as he stared a Xian, waiting patiently a half dozen pillars away. Ryu sighed, no matter how fast he tried to move, the gray elf always seemed to be four or five steps ahead. At this rate the boy would never catch the elf.
The boy then stood up and stretched, he grasped his blade tightly, its sheath in his other hand as a guard as Xian suggested. He then leaped to another pole, his feet slipping slightly but still he kept his balance. Xu'in seemed to brighten at the fact the boy still wanted to continue, turned and leaped three more times away, while he could hear Ryu releasing a loud curse in the background.
Ryu emerald eyes narrowed. He wasn't going to win today either if he didn't think of something. For few seconds a fleeing idea came to the boy, he then went to his left. The boy cut around the side still making his leap-to-leap motions and maintaining his balance. Till…
Xian looked back. It seemed he lost track of the boy. "It seems I win for today again…" He claimed as he started to head back. Just then at the last second there was blur of motion and the unforgettable gleam of steel, as Ryu came hurling down with his blade.
More intrigued than actually worried, Xian met the boy's blade with his two then slammed him back. Ryu landed next to Xian, Dragas-Bane coming low. Xian leaped up and over slid down Ryu's back to the pillar behind the boy, he playfully slammed the flat of one of his blades against the boy's rear.
The elf chuckled, but only for a minute for he then one of his blades then rose to meet the boy's broad swipe. The two went back and forth, skillfully maneuvering over the stone columns, their enchanted blades clanging back and forth.
Xian's interest was increasing by the moment, in all of their prior bouts Ryu showed half the spirit and the skill he was producing now. The gray elf then decided to use his ace. He picked off Ryu's attack with Lumina all the while driving through with Midnight, completing the basic routine the boy still had not learned to counter. But then just at the last second, for some unknown reason, Ryu flinched fiercely and the driving black blade of Midnight met the sheath, averting it up. All the while Blueflame made a grand swipe for Xian, who swiftly leapt back in a spinning twist landing on an adjacent pillar behind him. Ryu leapt back as well, tucking into a flip, he then threw down one arm as he neared the pillar behind. That one hand supported all of the boy's weight for several seconds as he held the pose.
Before Xian could question his motives or even continue attacking, Ryu pressed then flung himself backward again completing another flip. He landed on one foot, four pillars away from Xian, totally still not a single limb shaking.
For the first time in a long time, a smile found its way to Xian Xu'in's face. "You're learning…" The gray elf continued to grin as he sheathed his blades.
Ryu grinned and tossed his blade into the air. Apparently the boy was a bit too overconfident, for he missed the sword on its way down and while his reaching hands were fumbled for it, he ended up falling himself. Down that long forty foot drop.
Xian sighed. "So much for tomorrow's practice," he remarked dryly. The elf then leaped down after his pupil.
***
Aeon stood in the middle of his newly restored Shadowlight Tower, which now stood right across from the Magierian Libraries. The archmage breathed heavily as the events of the past few months started to resurface.
Immediately his thoughts swam to his adopted son Ryu. It seemed like such a long time since he last saw his boy. He hoped that Xian wasn't being too hard on him with their training. He knew the gray elf could be often difficult at times, although his heart mostly was in the right place. Though truthfully Aeon just wanted to know Ryu was doing well.
His glance speared across the room towards his Globe of Oidis. Within a few words, the orb would show him Ryu's location without fail. For many long seconds Ensor considered the act but, ultimately he decided against it. He couldn't watch over Ryu all the time, this was the time when he needed to start growing into a man.
The archmage laughed to himself. A lifetime ago, he would never consider such serious words. Fatherhood changed many things it seems.
But all that would have to be put on hold for now, fore Ensor had a new important concern that had been plaguing him since the night of the great light in Havenlark. "How is a boy of thirteen years able to wield powers greater than any of the grandest wizards of the Etheria?"
The End of 'The Dragon Weaning Chronicles'
***
Character Stats
Ryu Blueflame (Age: 13)
Lv: 15 (Novice)
Exp: 0000002148
Hp: 55/55
Mp: 30/30
Str: 12
Con: 8
Spd: 10
Plus/Bonuses/Skills
Dragas-Bane: + 45 Atk (Sword)
Spell Casting Lv: 8
Battle Spells: 5
Common/Ancient Lore: +10
Combat: +5
Character Stats
Nightmorrow
Lv: 30
Exp: 0005432148
Hp: 245/245
Mp: 5/5
Str: 78
Con: 30
Spd: 92
Plus/Bonuses/Skills
Claw Atk: +20
Maw Atk: +35
Stealth: +100
Combat: +45
Ambush: +50
Detect Ambush: +65
Hunting: +50
Magic Res: -20
Character Stats
Xian Xu'in
Lv: 48 (Rouge/Adventurer/Thief)
Exp: 0012876004
Hp: 300/300
Mp: 100/100
Str: 45
Con: 30
Spd: 75
Plus/Bonuses/Skills
Dual Weapons Mastery
Midnight: +25 Atk (Short Sword) [Cast Shadow Warp]
Lumina: +30 Atk (Short Sword) [x2 damage against Dark base opponents]
Thievery: +60
Stealth: +75
Ambush: +50
Detect Ambush: +65
Tracking: +85
Combat: +50
Blind Fighting: +4 every round
Character Stats
Mordo
Lv: 28
Exp: 000005000
Hp: 900/900
Mp: 100/100
Str: 95
Con: 50
Sp: 40
Plus/Bonuses/Skills
Combat: +25
Spell Casting: Lv: 5
Dark Energy: 500pts.
Magic Res: -200
***
Now I have to apologize for the happenings in these first five chapters. I know there isn't a lot of action or plot being thrown around, but this is the part of the story that needed to be covered, since it basically shows most of Ryu's background and up bringing, ergo the reason it's being called the Dragon Weaning Chronicles.
Now the next part called The Wyndian Star, we will see more key characters being introduced and also being introduced to the bulk of what will shape the rest of the story for the future.
So that being said, thank you all that have reviewed. Thanks especially to Angelkitty01 my buddy and sometime inspirational point for those dry times of writing.
Hope to see you all in the next chapter.