p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align: center;"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"Like a star they shone, like a star they fell./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" /span/p
div style="mso-element: para-border-div; border: none; border-bottom: double windowtext 2.25pt; padding: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm;"
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: double windowtext 2.25pt; padding: 0cm; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm;" align="center"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"I haven't read the light novels or manga, and am not up to date with the anime (I still have plans to change that. But until then, consider this your fair warning)/span/p
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p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align: center;" align="center"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"Prologue, A Broken World./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 11.75pt; background: white;" align="center"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; color: #222222; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: NL;"The world has changed a lot. Where once people worked in peace, now they work in fright. Why has this changed so much? One might ask. The answer to that question, at its very origin would be 'Evilus'/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 11.75pt; background: white;" align="center"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; color: #222222; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: NL;"Evilus's reign of terror had begun shortly after the fall of the Zeus and Hera familia's. Evilus, a threat once kept at bay by the Zeus and Hera familia's, took the opportunity to attack./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 11.75pt; background: white;" align="center"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; color: #222222; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: NL;"Many have heard the story of Orario, how it was plunged into a dark era after the fall of the Zeus and Hera familia's. Many know the story of how Orario fought back, of how it won. But what about the other stories? The untold ones. Whether it was because there simply wasn't anyone left to tell the story, or because it hurt too much to tell, in the end, these stories went untold, and thus unheard./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 11.75pt; background: white;" align="center"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; color: #222222; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: NL;"Of the villages destroyed because no adventurer came to slay the monsters, or because there simply wasn't enough money to hire an adventurer. Of the tragedies that people suffered, of the Heroes that rose and fell just as quickly. Of the despair that reigned the people./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 11.75pt; background: white;" align="center"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; color: #222222; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: NL;"Bitter souls were made. People stole from each other, not out of greed, but out of necessity. For the survival of oneself, there weren't a lot of lines people weren't ready to cross. Humanity can be a wonderful thing, full of happiness. And yet, it can also be such a cruel thing./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 11.75pt; background: white;" align="center"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; color: #222222; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: NL;"People who once wouldn't even dream of stealing something committed themselves to banditry on the ashes of what had once been their homes. To survive anything goes, no matter how cruel. And thus, people began attacking each other, all for a better chance at survival./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 11.75pt; background: white;" align="center"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; color: #222222; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: NL;"Where once people lived in fright because of monsters or Evilus, now not even fellow humans were safe. Defenses that were made to protect for monsters were torn down, and defenses to protect against humans were made. And yet, villages were once again torn down, this time not by monsters, but by humans./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 11.75pt; background: white;" align="center"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; color: #222222; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: NL;"The survivors of villages torn down because of humans and not because of monsters, had some different means of dealing with it. Some committed themselves to revenge, bringing with them more violence. Some sought refuge in other villages, bringing with them the word that not even fellow humans were safe anymore./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 11.75pt; background: white;" align="center"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; color: #222222; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: NL;"And even more humans started fighting, this time to protect their village, whether it be from other humans or monsters didn't matter. People half did their normal job, working not to better their lives, but for what was necessary. And as more people began to fight back, less villages were destroyed. And yet, everything has a cost, and one could wonder 'at what cost?'/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 11.75pt; background: white;" align="center"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; color: #222222; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: NL;"Children learned to fight as soon as they were capable of walking. Many of those had not learned the normal ethics, for it was only normal that humans attacked each other, wasn't it? Not only were ethics lost, though. Many lives were lost, whether it be adults or children. Whether they knew what they were fighting for or didn't. Whether to protect or to survive. In the end, it didn't matter, lives were lost, and that was it./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 11.75pt; background: white;" align="center"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; color: #222222; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: NL;"Not all hope was lost, though. In Orario, a familia of Justice fought, though few know, and almost nobody knows the whole tale. And yet, it was still a story told, for people knew, that it had been in Orario that Heroes fought back. There were no stories of the familias that rose outside of Orario. Not of those people who dedicated their lives to saving as many lives as they could. Not to those who fought against despair just as hard./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 11.75pt; background: white;" align="center"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; color: #222222; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: NL;"And perhaps, even while I tell this tale, there will still be so much stories untold, for there simply was too much tragedy to be told, but I will do my best to give you a summary of what happened; Gods and Goddesses descended and started their own familias outside of Orario. Some fought for Justice, some defended the innocent, some stole and killed, and some did something else./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 11.75pt; background: white;" align="center"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; color: #222222; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: NL;"It was, true to its name, a dark era. For it was an era of despair, and yet, weren't the greatest of Heroes born in times of despair? Like the Hero Argonaut, who wanted people to laugh. Like the Hero Albert Waldenstein, who conquered the first few levels of the dungeon, for the first time ever./span/p
div style="mso-element: para-border-div; border: none; border-bottom: double windowtext 2.25pt; padding: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm; background: white;"
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 11.75pt; background: white; border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: double windowtext 2.25pt; padding: 0cm; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm;" align="center"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; color: #222222; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: NL;"However, the story that I will tell you isn't a story of Heroics. It is a story of Despair and Spite, of Revenge and Forgiveness, of Justice and Dreams. This is a story of Lillyoin and Ashlan, two siblings who were born and fought in this dark era./span/p
/div
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"This is the end of my prologue, to be honest I am not really sure what you guys will think of it. I have used a writing style that is pretty unique, and even I, a noob of a writer can tell that./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"I have foreshadowed a little in this prologue, I wonder of you guys can find out what?/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" /span/p
div style="mso-element: para-border-div; border: none; border-bottom: double windowtext 2.25pt; padding: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm;"
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: double windowtext 2.25pt; padding: 0cm; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm;" align="center"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"I haven't read the light novels or manga, and am not up to date with the anime (I still have plans to change that. But until then, consider this your fair warning)/span/p
/div
p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align: center;" align="center"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"Prologue, A Broken World./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 11.75pt; background: white;" align="center"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; color: #222222; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: NL;"The world has changed a lot. Where once people worked in peace, now they work in fright. Why has this changed so much? One might ask. The answer to that question, at its very origin would be 'Evilus'/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 11.75pt; background: white;" align="center"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; color: #222222; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: NL;"Evilus's reign of terror had begun shortly after the fall of the Zeus and Hera familia's. Evilus, a threat once kept at bay by the Zeus and Hera familia's, took the opportunity to attack./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 11.75pt; background: white;" align="center"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; color: #222222; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: NL;"Many have heard the story of Orario, how it was plunged into a dark era after the fall of the Zeus and Hera familia's. Many know the story of how Orario fought back, of how it won. But what about the other stories? The untold ones. Whether it was because there simply wasn't anyone left to tell the story, or because it hurt too much to tell, in the end, these stories went untold, and thus unheard./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 11.75pt; background: white;" align="center"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; color: #222222; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: NL;"Of the villages destroyed because no adventurer came to slay the monsters, or because there simply wasn't enough money to hire an adventurer. Of the tragedies that people suffered, of the Heroes that rose and fell just as quickly. Of the despair that reigned the people./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 11.75pt; background: white;" align="center"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; color: #222222; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: NL;"Bitter souls were made. People stole from each other, not out of greed, but out of necessity. For the survival of oneself, there weren't a lot of lines people weren't ready to cross. Humanity can be a wonderful thing, full of happiness. And yet, it can also be such a cruel thing./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 11.75pt; background: white;" align="center"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; color: #222222; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: NL;"People who once wouldn't even dream of stealing something committed themselves to banditry on the ashes of what had once been their homes. To survive anything goes, no matter how cruel. And thus, people began attacking each other, all for a better chance at survival./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 11.75pt; background: white;" align="center"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; color: #222222; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: NL;"Where once people lived in fright because of monsters or Evilus, now not even fellow humans were safe. Defenses that were made to protect for monsters were torn down, and defenses to protect against humans were made. And yet, villages were once again torn down, this time not by monsters, but by humans./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 11.75pt; background: white;" align="center"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; color: #222222; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: NL;"The survivors of villages torn down because of humans and not because of monsters, had some different means of dealing with it. Some committed themselves to revenge, bringing with them more violence. Some sought refuge in other villages, bringing with them the word that not even fellow humans were safe anymore./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 11.75pt; background: white;" align="center"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; color: #222222; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: NL;"And even more humans started fighting, this time to protect their village, whether it be from other humans or monsters didn't matter. People half did their normal job, working not to better their lives, but for what was necessary. And as more people began to fight back, less villages were destroyed. And yet, everything has a cost, and one could wonder 'at what cost?'/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 11.75pt; background: white;" align="center"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; color: #222222; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: NL;"Children learned to fight as soon as they were capable of walking. Many of those had not learned the normal ethics, for it was only normal that humans attacked each other, wasn't it? Not only were ethics lost, though. Many lives were lost, whether it be adults or children. Whether they knew what they were fighting for or didn't. Whether to protect or to survive. In the end, it didn't matter, lives were lost, and that was it./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 11.75pt; background: white;" align="center"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; color: #222222; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: NL;"Not all hope was lost, though. In Orario, a familia of Justice fought, though few know, and almost nobody knows the whole tale. And yet, it was still a story told, for people knew, that it had been in Orario that Heroes fought back. There were no stories of the familias that rose outside of Orario. Not of those people who dedicated their lives to saving as many lives as they could. Not to those who fought against despair just as hard./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 11.75pt; background: white;" align="center"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; color: #222222; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: NL;"And perhaps, even while I tell this tale, there will still be so much stories untold, for there simply was too much tragedy to be told, but I will do my best to give you a summary of what happened; Gods and Goddesses descended and started their own familias outside of Orario. Some fought for Justice, some defended the innocent, some stole and killed, and some did something else./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 11.75pt; background: white;" align="center"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; color: #222222; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: NL;"It was, true to its name, a dark era. For it was an era of despair, and yet, weren't the greatest of Heroes born in times of despair? Like the Hero Argonaut, who wanted people to laugh. Like the Hero Albert Waldenstein, who conquered the first few levels of the dungeon, for the first time ever./span/p
div style="mso-element: para-border-div; border: none; border-bottom: double windowtext 2.25pt; padding: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm; background: white;"
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 11.75pt; background: white; border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: double windowtext 2.25pt; padding: 0cm; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm;" align="center"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; color: #222222; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: NL;"However, the story that I will tell you isn't a story of Heroics. It is a story of Despair and Spite, of Revenge and Forgiveness, of Justice and Dreams. This is a story of Lillyoin and Ashlan, two siblings who were born and fought in this dark era./span/p
/div
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"This is the end of my prologue, to be honest I am not really sure what you guys will think of it. I have used a writing style that is pretty unique, and even I, a noob of a writer can tell that./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"I have foreshadowed a little in this prologue, I wonder of you guys can find out what?/span/p