Author's Note: So far, the best idea I've had after a whole day of brainstorming……..
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Ragnarok Online. I do own the characters herein, some taken from some of my favorite games, Chaos Legion, and Magic the Gathering and new cities I've made for my story...are also mine.
Summary:
The hidden apocrypha of Suq' Ata, hidden away for over half a millennia, was recently found by the one called Kuzoa Asacroix. As a result of the incantation, he released the spirit partly into himself. If he were to find the sacred city of Suq'Ata, then he would be able to resurrect the angel, Thanatos. On the other hand, if he were to stumble upon the damned city of Fal Dara, the demon inside him would destroy him and herald the coming of Ragnarok!
Chapter 1-Rebirth
500 years ago, the world was engulfed in a cloud of chaos. There were no leaders, no rulers, no masters, no lords and no kings. Everyday, there were at least 100 deaths, brought by fights that came up as a result of trying to survive. Midgard was a wasteland formed by skirmishes.
Magus brought about fire ice and lightning which fell from the sky, and rained down on poor souls. Swordsmen, who vowed to protect, were now the ones terrorizing, killing everyone in their path. Archers hid away in the mountainous regions of Payon and Mt. Mjolnir, waiting for unsuspecting prey. Acolytes, servants of God, drew out their maces and pummeled the sinners' head to death. Thieves, as usual, stalk the night, stealing others' good, and in the process, either cut of their hand for watches, the arms for shoulder bags…..or maybe even kill the person outright.
Merchants were looked down upon. While selling their goods, thieves would steal their goods, mages burn their stand, archers hit them from behind, acolytes pummeled them with their maces, and the swordsmen drove a sword through their heart. The merchants of Midgard were a class looked down upon, indeed.
The republic of Schwartzvald, the only republic left in the world of Midgard, was forced to go into hiding. With their sages and professors, they cloaked the city with a blinding mist, and let loose monsters that would roam the outskirts of the republic and the republic itself.
Sages were dispatched to look for the cause of all this trouble. They looked in the four corners of the globe: Niflheim, in the west, the Sograt Desert in the south, Fal Dara in the north…nothing. Not a single clue. Many sages were killed in the process, and the chaos went on for another decade.
One day, a sage in tattered clothes returned to Juno and showed the viceroy what he had found. It was an Apocrypha: a book of an unknown author, written in an unkown language, which the sage claimed, he found in the village of Suq' Ata in the east.
Another team of sages were dispatched to go into Suq' Ata. Once there, they saw the place littered with the bodies of many, many people. There was not a soul alive to welcome them. They ventured into the catacombs of this damned village, and saw the devil itself, Ahm Shere. By reading the incantation, they sealed up the demon, where it will lie….only to be awakened once again.
The herald of God sounded the trumpet. Ragnarok hath forcometh. The gods raced down from the heavens on their chariots, meteors accompaniying them, the earth spitting out fire, rivers dried up, large bolts of lightning destroyed villages, and its villagers in one hit.
Then the final stage, the demon, Ahm Shere, and the angel, Thanatos were released. They were to fight to the end, both would win, both would lose, and that will bring about Ragnarok: the end of the world.
But the first Ragnarok was not at its full potential, for the incantation used was not completed, and strengthened Ahm Shere, but weakened Thanatos. One of the sages read the last part of the incantation, sealing up both the angels and demons, then buried the book somewhere in Midgard….
Rumor has it, it might actually be buried in the present Prontera, as it was moved from the western part of Midgard to the eastern. Some say it is buried beneath the deepest ocean, some say atop the highest mountain, but one thing's for sure: NO ONE KNOWS……..until today.
The present day-
Kuzoa, an assassin cross with the age of 24, was out in the deserts of Morocc, as if it were a stroll in the park. Minutes later, he met a rogue, trying to steal his stuff. Of course, a person of his skill wouldn't give them up so easily.
"You're a little rat aren't you! Always running away!" The rogue said as he hurled his large sword at him.
Kuzoa drew out his three special knives, which had engravings on each one:
Pain, the first one
Suffering, the second
…and Death, the most devastating
He blocked the large sword with only these knives, which were really small compared to the sword.
"What? You wanna see my skill? Okay then! I'll show you!"
He pushed back the rogue, while stepping back himself. He hid the knives in various locations in his clothes, and as if it were magic, he drew out a katar from thin air.
Kuzoa eyed the rogue devilishly at first then whisked off behind him. He strangled him with his katar, threatening to slice of his head if he made one false move.
The rogue was very tricky, so he hit Kuzoa's crotch….or at least he tried to. Kuzoa was one step ahead of him. He sliced of his ear, which, of course, would make him cry in pain, then he kicked him, and he fell down the hot desert sands.
Kuzoa drew out his three special knives once again, and showed it to him.
"Death, pain…….and suffering? You're…you're…Kuzoa the silent storm!"
"That's right! And it's time to finish you off!"
"Please! PLEASE! Don't kill me with your knives! PLEASE!"
"You're not even worthy….here, have a drink."
The rogue found this very peculiar, but he took it, afraid to die. As he was drinking it, he noticed a sliver of purple in the drink. Poison. He held his neck, grasping for air, then dropped dead almost instantly.
"Pathetic."
It was at this time Kuzoa felt the blast of sunshine scorching his whole body.
"I guess I should go back now….."
Before leaving, he kicked the dead body. It rolled over, revealing a dent that stood out in the sands.
"What's this?"
He went over to examine the thingamajig.
"A book!"
He opened it and dropped it immediately. He felt the hot, scorching breeze accompanied by the blazing sun suddenly turn into a freezing cold temperature. Fear.
"This is…this is the hidden apocrypha of Suq' Ata, the one that will herald the coming of the second Ragnarok!"
Although he feared it, his curiosity still led him to read the contents of this damned apocrypha.
He read the whole book, taking 15 mins, sitting in the scorching sands. While reading though, he felt a relaxing and soothing sensation. The air became as cool as mountain air, the sands were like a soft bed and he could've sworn someone was massaging his back.
"….erasum angelus"
He closed the book. The paradise he felt disappeared, instead, the damnation he felt in the desert increased twofold.
"Kuzoa! I am incomplete! Will you help me?" A voice said, accompanied by a sinister laugh.
Kuzoa couldn't control his movements. The demon possessed him.
Although possessed, Kuzoa could still think properly, and the demon momentarily let him control his own movements.
"Bring me to Fal Dara! There, you WILL resurrect me, and I will herald the coming of Ragnarok!"
Author's Note: There! Medium length…………is it interesting or not? Hmm….R&R please…tell me if it sucks, I'll stop if it does.
