Scroll Two
I want to return to the grassy lands;
I want to feel the warmth of your hands.
"Did he find the person he was looking for?" Another child asks with anticipation.
"Of course he does! It's how these stories end all the time! You're so stupid, Tara!" The child sitting next to the first remarks.
"Now, Toro, you shouldn't speak to your brother like that." The Elder says in a calm voice.
"But Elder, who was Mystic Purity looking for?"
"If I told you now, I would spoil the story!" Elder smiles and says "Yes, let's continue!"
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Needless to say that the search across the continent was hopeless. It wasn't looking for a needle in a haystack, it was looking for a needle in... a pile of needles.
To the North of Peltaras is the city of Alderia, to the east of Alderia is a forest rich with animals and fruits. To the West of Peltaras is the ruined island city of Rune Morum, surrounded by water. To the South, The city of Sandria, and further South is the Region of the Hordes of Orcs and Goblins, separated by nothing but sand and cactus, the desert.
As the days pressed on, The King grew more and more restless. As any other would with his legion of knights away from the castle and what appears to be a maniac living two doors away from his royal chamber.
It is only natural that the King recruit more and more people into his service to widen the search. As more and more people are recruited into the army, less and less are available to farm and provide food. In exchange of this, Mystic Purity was forced to.. For a lack of better description, divinely intervene in the process of growing wheat and... other miscellaneous crops.
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"That's ironic, isn't it?" The Elder grins, "what once was the most powerful wizard is now doing farming chores."
"Is this the time to say 'serves him right'?" Toro pips.
"No, that would not be a fair comment." Elder reminds them, "He had two choices, let the people starve to death or keep them healthy. If all the people died, then no one would work for him."
"Can't he make food with magic?" Another child named Seth speaks up.
"Yes he can, but they would not taste very good. Ah, no, they wouldn't indeed." Elder makes a disgusted face at the thought of food created by pure magic. "What happens next is second mistake of the Draenus."
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Farms are naturally large and needed man power. Not only to take care of but especially to harvest. When a large farm is to be harvested by hand, it requires many people. Dozens upon dozens to pick everything off the ground, trees and vines.
Summer turns to Autumn and the harvest festivals would be coming.
With the blessing of the Sage Mystic Purity, the harvest is, of course, exceptional. There was literally enough to burn, to feed Peltaras for years. With such a large harvest, people were hired. Not only from Peltaras, but from Alderia and Sandria as well. Most importantly, it attracted the attention of a small villege in the East.
The Village of Eresia is built on an island not far off the east coast of Peltaras, and in it is a number of able bodies willing to work for these farms.
Any other story would have Mystic Purity and the missing person meet in the Citadel of Winterheim. One of the legions would have found them, brought them back and have them dressed in silk with their hair done and oh, let's not forget about the gold necklace and diamond rings. No, I'm afraid that this story isn't so perfect, so happy-endingly, so... clean. It would be blasphemous.
It so happens on the Day of Harvest that Mystic Purity would be called onto the field to supervise. And it just so happens an Acolyte of Sanctimoria was sent to accompany one of the High Priest of Sanctimoria to bless the harvest. It just so happen that they met.
As the Sage sat upon the palanquin, he would cross path with fate.
And the second these two met, the Draenus' mistake was fulfilled.
"Your Majesty," The High Priest introduced himself as he bowed "I'm sent to.."
"Yes, bless the harvest. Be on your way, you will hear no complains from me."
"As you wish." The High Priest moves on.
Be it fate or the work of the Draenus, the wind picked up and deposited the hat of the Acolyte onto the Sage's laps. In it was a broken pendent made of silver, rusted to a color of slight black, and there their eyes met.
"Kyaaaah!" The Acolyte trips as he tried to stop the hat, and falls at the feet of Mystic Purity. "That; That is.." He blushes as he got back on his feet.
"That is; can I have I back?"
The soldiers were astonished in that an Acolyte would speak in such disrespect posture, reminding them of a certain someone in the months past.
"This.." Mystic Purity holds up the broken piece, "Can you tell me what it is, Acolyte."
"That, I don't know.." The Acolyte looks into the green eyes, "It was found in my blanket when I was adopted into the church of Sanctimoria."
"Then you are an orphan?" The Sage is indeed interested in this Acolyte.
"I beg your pardon!" Realizing his Acolyte might have offended the Sage, the High Priest would ask for mercy from him, "He is young and would not be able to.."
"It's fine." The Sage cuts him off, "But this Acolyte belongs to me now."
"Ah, the dungeon! I beg your gracious.." The High Priest pleas.
He would do well being humble, but it would not have been the intention of this sage. Just as the bartender would provide him to be presentable to the King, so will this Acolyte prove to be a mile stone in his journey.
"Would you throw your own brother into the dungeon?" The Sage ask the High Priest, and to the guards, "Help him on, he will be seated in the palanquin."
"Brother? I don't understand, If we are brothers then why would our parents abandon me?" The life of the Acolyte have been turned around in an instant. Why would his parents throw him away? How could they?
"In due time you will understand. Don't be hasty."
"Hasty! All my life I've been alone and suddenly I have a family? How could you expect me to not want to know? Tell me!" He grabs hold onto the Sage and shakes him.
"Calm down! It is not the time for them to tell us yet." The Sage tries to explain through the rigorous and violent turbulence he is experiencing. "What is your name?"
"Nyaahhhhhh!" The Acolyte threw him a punch, "Answer me first!"
The Sage ducks out of the way, but the metallic chair he was sitting on shattered. "Not much of an Acolyte, are you" He smiles and whispers under his breath.
"Jun Exrrum Nox; Ice Giants of Frostheim!" The Sage shouted. The sky turns black and a hail falls, aimed at the Acolyte. In seconds, the Acolyte is frozen waist deep into the ice with his legs immobile. His clothes now wet from the sheet of hail and his hair plastered to his face.
"You are not the only one who can control magic of sorts" The Acolyte exclaimed in anger, "I don't care if you really are my brother or not, I have the right to know about my past!" He quickly formed a hand sign with the his index and middle finger up, pointed them at his forehead and cast a counter spell, " Kyrie, Ignis Divine, Elesion; Divine fire of the Lord, Have Mercy!"
A magic circle formation appears under his feet and ignites in blazes of fire, melting the ice. "Sanctus Sempiternam Incendia; The Holy Fire of Eternity!"
As the words left his mouth, flamming sulphur falls from the sky as meteor rocks.
"Ah, that's a really dangerous spell!" the Sage shouts to the Acolyte, "You really shouldn't try something so reckless!"
"You shouldn't worry about something as petty as a dangerous spell in a fight!"
"You should know that spell would hit me, along with everything around us!" The Sage snaps back, "Gahhh! Seira Noctum Delirius; Deluge of the Water Sprites!"
The water from the melted hail rises and forms a barrier over them, however, it didn't freeze soon enough. As the meteor hits the shield, it breaks the protection around them and heads straight for the Acolyte.
"Mystic Passion!" The Sage jumps over the Acolyte and covers him with his own body.
"How'd you kn.." Before he had a chance to finish his words, the meteors hit them.
And they both blacked out.
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Rants from the Author oo;;;
Arrggggghhuuu I've finished two chapters yay!
I really want to finish the whole story if i can ..
You know this is really pretty much like Fifth Business where the addictive hook doesn't come on til later? Whyyy? Because i haven't gotten into the plot yet :(
Originally I wanted Purity Kun and Passion Kun to meet; talk; and go over their past in one chapter OO
But i rememered I'm not writing for a high school paper so i can make it as long as i want.. and ive decided... DAH DUN! atleast 30 chapters and 400 - 1200 pages long! piff!
And I'm going to work myself to death ahaha!
And if I'm really lucky maybe I'd get this published TT.TT
I'm a big dreamer ;) lol
Well; onto chapter three!