Memories of the World

Chapter 1: The Bearer appears

Tharius Evaehell

Sunrise. A new day has come forth to the city of Prontera. The church bells ringing, The Merchants opening their shops, Knights patrolling the outer wall. It was typical. Yes, the day was your typical Spring morning. But not all experience the average day.

Somewhere in the central square, an Alchemist turns over the sign on his door. "OPEN". That was the sign which welcomed people everyday into his shop. His name was Xaguri Yralia Ogazna, also know by his nickname, Xyron. Xyron's shop was the most visited alchemist shop in Prontera during those days. He was quite old; 38 to be exact. He lives alongside his only child, Rebecca. Rebecca caries her mother's facial traits. She was of Payonese decent; Known to be the most beautiful people. This was Xyron and his daughter now. But the following day was to change his life.

The bell near the door rang as a crimson haired knight entered Xyron's shop. He placed two sacks of zeny on the counter and brought out a paper folded out from his belt. Xyron turned towards the bags and carefully examined it

"I presume this is the payment for the potions?" Asked Xyron.

"5000 white potions for 2 Million Zeny. This is the order, correct?" answered the knight.

"Yes. The cart is at the back of the shop. Please inform the Knight guildsmater my sincerest gratitude."

"Sir." The knight bowed before him and exited through the back door.

The bell once again rang. This time an battered-up Crusader entered. He was deeply wounded. Blood was dripping all over the floor; his scars were as deep at the mountain ridges. Xyron called for Rebecca and asked her to get his medical kit. Rebecca rushed upwards toward his room. Meanwhile, the Crusader placed his right hand over Xyron's lap.

"Sir…Take…it" said the crusader

"Ta-take what?" Xyron confusingly answered

"The…cur…se"

"Curse? What curse"

The crusader grabbed him by the neck. "Take it! Take it away! It is painful! It is death! Take it! Let me be free from this curse" And with this words his final breath

Rebecca was standing on one of the steps of the stairs. Her face showed horror, fear, disbelief. "He…He's dead?"

"Sadly, yes my daughter."

Rebecca covered her face. Tears began to slide down her cheek. "This…this is not true."

Xyron approached her. He put his hand over her shoulder "It was inevitable. No man can escape death."

The crusader's body started to emit a yellowish aura. His body slowly turned into dust. Only a small stone remained. Small it was but was perfect in shape. Etched upon it was a cross overlapping a crescent moon. Xyron picked up the stone. His body felt a sudden burst of power. Images appeared before him. A second later, his body dropped down the floor.

Pictures started to come before him. He could not say where he was. Nor could he say if he was dead or not. He could not talk nor move. All he knew he was there. The scene slowly fades into a castle; a castle which every man remembers.

A man was lying down on the altar of the cathedral. All was silent. His hand covered something; something unseen

"Father, please. Why must you die?" A purple hared lady asked

"Reva, It is my duty to protect the truth. If they knew what the truth is, chaos might spread and all we have ever worked for will be gone. Dust, my dearest Reva, Dust."

"Dust?" asked Reva

"Yes. Dust. All shall turn into dust. This is the truth. The truth which I have seen. No man would believe me, my sweet Reva. My final wish for you is to protect this cathedral at all cost. No one must see the truth that is embedded upon this stone I carry. Do it for me. Do it."

"It Is your will that I shall do, father Leon."

Reva plunged down her sword on Leon's hand. The stone shone brightly that he room was filled with light. Reva began walking outside the altar room. She took one last look at her beloved Leon. Her face dropped as she locked down the chamber.

Reva drew her sword and armed her shield. She tightened her grip on her shield. Her eyes were fixed on the main cathedral doors

For you, father Leon de Scoulet.

The doors burst open and arrows came flying towards her. She tightened her grip on the floor. She closed her eyes for a while.

Why do they want something that was said to them but they did not believe?Why must it be cursed?

She opened her eyes and ran straight forward the broken doors

Xyron sprang up, shocked. He was back in his room. Night has already fallen that day. His daughter was preparing herself some tea from the herb fields of PAyon. Rebecca saw Xyron's face. She gave him the cup of tea and covered him with a blanket made of Lunatic fur.

"You became unconscious, father. The knight at the back helped me carry you up here. I had to close down the shop for today." She said gently "Get some rest. It will do you good"

Xyron stared on the cup of tea "Rebecca…"

"What is it?"

"Do you know anyone named Leon de Scoulet?"

"Father, why do you ask such a question? Leon de Scoulet died eons ago. He was the founder of the Pronteran Church."

"So…what did I really see back there"

"See what, father?"

"Never mind." His thoughts began to gather. If Leon de Scoulet died years ago. What did I just see. Was it just a dream. Or does it have to do something with this stone?

Knocks were suddenly heard downstairs. "Who could possibly be out at this time of the night?"