End of twilight
By Crimson Tears
(A.N.) Though I know the myth and game history of Ragnarok, I chose to do my own version of it, borrowing names and places from the legend and the game created by Myung Jin Lee. Please do not get upset if I get many events from the original story wrong. And also keep in mind that I am not (and probably never will be) a good writer so I might start out very slow (i have a habit of thinking up the climax before I even know what to write about > ). The characters will enter this soon so please bear with me. Thanks for reading!
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January 15th, New era of the Gods
She felt the fire die out. The cold began it's never ending battle to kill her. It was time to move out. As she stepped out the frozen cave, the wind died and the snow storm paused, but for only a second. Everything was covered in snow. A strange sensation gripped her for a moment as her eyes settled on a small object protruding amid the endless white material. But as quickly as the storm continued, the feeling was no more.
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December 3, the sixth era of Man, of king Tristam III
The streets were as crowed as ever. People were always getting restless before the winter and, in this case, war. It was the third of December, yet the annul Yule tide colors have been replaced by scrolls of recruitments and wanted posters. Folks, young and old, bought any supplies available. They knew that once the troops arrived, rations will be limited. Once they do arrive, the town will simply listen to thebards and dancers report news of relations across Midgard.
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Everything in Prontera has changed. The once glorious and diverse capital has diminished to a ghost town. It had been exactly one year since the assassins of Morroc were exiled to their desert homes. It was exactly one week since the elders of Payon shut their temple doors and destroyed their Odin shrine. Enemies of the empire poured like rain, killing everything in sight.
King Tristam sat in the royal chambers of his castle. The fire brought no comfort to him. He reached for his cloak and from his pockets, produced a pale golden rock. The rock suddenly emitted a unholy light as the door to the chambers flung open.
"Your majesty, your majesty!"
The solider was flung himself onto the floor. Tristam quickly rose to receive him.
"Calm yourself, soldier! What is the matter?" The man raised his eyes to the king. Before the man spoke, Tristam could tell from his fear that this was bad news.
"Payon has allied with Arnafeltz. They are gathering arms to Alberta!"
Tristam was stunned. Arnafeltz had been an enemy of Midgard from its creation. But he had never anticipated such a bold act. He had been even more stunned at the fact that his own Payon has gone over to their side. For a moment, a twringe of hate enveloped him.
Just then, another soldier leaped into view.
"Sire, the protection barrier caste by the wizards is gone. The beast invasions have succeeded! Geffen has fallen, my lord!" The king jumped at the news. "How is that possiable?" Geffen had always been in the favor of Odin. To fall to a pack of brute beasts? It was absurd.
'So, even you, the mighty lord of Runes, have turned your back on us.'
Tristam closed his eyes. Then he felt the vibration in his hands. His own father had warned him that if ever his rule is about to end...
The rock had turned golden yellow, gleaming wickedly at the men's anguish.It was Emperium…its light shining, waiting to be claimed by another.
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The era of Odin has been annihilated.
Ragnarok has come to an end… and it is no longer a war between the gods now.
Man has created the beginning of his own doom..
