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War Of Dusk

Chapter 1-Plans for Escape

In this land of Tyranny, this land of hate, of cruelty and darkness was a small light. The light would soon to go on to do great things. This light, along with some new friends would save the land of Nohansen Hyrule. Of course there is much hardship along the way. Anyway, here is there story….

-Nokatsu Fortress-

"Boy!" A voice echoed in the dreary halls. The said boy looked up and stared defiantly into the beady eyes of a moblin. This boy had dark brown hair that was shoulder length and tangled beyond repair. His face was covered in grime and he had Ocean blue eyes that seemed unnatural on his face. He was wearing a ragged brown tunic that was getting too small for him and some ragged brown pants much in the same state. His name was Terean.

The Moblin on the other hand was not like most moblins, he had 2 pale yellow circles underneath his eyes, and his skin was not tinted blue like the rest of his kin but yellow. Most moblin's resemble pigs but this one looked a little more humanoid then the rest. The moblin was wearing a black and silver robe with a bronze coloured cloak. He was a spellcaster and his weapon? A black staff that radiates darkness from the core of the wood. Many of the slaves in this fortress have fallen prey to this moblin and are never seen again. Some of the slaves believe they have died, while others believe they have or still are suffering an even crueler fate. The moblin in question is called General Jubaku.

Jubaku, not tolerating defiance whacked Terean and he fell onto the ground. Before he could recover the moblin pulled him up by the hair and started dragging him toward the northern exit of the pits (A/N: The pits are where the slave's are kept). This drew Terean to one conclusion; he was heading toward the throne room. So O'alok wished to speak to him eh? Too bad Terean didn't wish to have anything to do with the person that kidnapped him and brought him here. He was so lost in his thoughts almost didn't catch what Jubaku was saying,

"Remember to bow to the lord boy! He will have no tolerance for your petty defiance."

Jubaku nodded to the darknut guards and in turn they opened the door into the scarcely decorated room. The carpet leading up to the thrones was coloured a dull grey which made it blend in with the grey walls, ceiling and floor. Terean turned his attention away from the décor and onto the 2 people in front of him.

One had sickly pale skin, neat, black hair and chestnut brown eyes; this gave him the appearance of a vampire. He was wearing a red silk shirt, formal black pants and a red and black cape that flowed onto the floor. This was O'alok; the human that has destroyed countless villages taking the young and newborn children as his slaves. The young able bodied men turn into a soldier that easily bends to his will.

But the other one; he was just a boy. Did O'alok destroy another family and this the only survivor? Thinking of this caused Terean to boil in anger, how dare he tear loved ones apart? Make a mother watch as their son or daughter is taken away; it's just not right!

The boy Terean was looking at had clean, short black hair, tanned skin with tear-stains along his cheeks. He had Olive-green eyes that were filled with fear and they threatened to water again. As for his attire he wore a black tunic and brown pants.

"State your name and age," came an emotionless voice that brought him out of Terean's stupor. He knew that if he showed any defiance here; his short miserable life would end before he could even live it.

"Terean Al'anok, age 13" was his muttered reply,

"You will be the one to instruct Katsu Sutoro in the proper way to serve your master. Understand!" O'Alok said in his emotionless, uncaring, demanding tone.

"I understand-" And before Terean could finish what he was saying he was dragged away again only on the other side of him was this Katsu Sutoro. The large steel door was flung open and Terean and Katsu were thrown inside and landed on the ground with a thud. A moment later the door was shut which left all the other slaves in darkness except for the few candles that were lit in the pit

"Terean thank the goddesses you are alright!" A familiar voice shouted in the silence. Terean looked up and into the dulled blue eyes of Misara Y'atha. This was his first friend and the one that got him through his depression when he appeared here all those years ago. She had long blond hair that went down to her waist and sparkling green eyes. Her skin was pale like the rest of them. She two years older then Terean and wore a simple brown dress.

"What is it Misara?" Terean asked truly puzzled. She was normally a shy quiet girl, not one for making outbursts like she just did.

"In a few hours there will be a breakout! They said that you are going to have a major role in this plan for freedom. So hurry! Grab anything your thinking of taking with you and head over there; they need to tell you our plan. Don't worry I will take care of this boy." Terean gave a thankful look to Misara and hurried up to where the plans where being made.

"Ah Terean, glad you could make it; we were getting worried." A kind voice said to him. This was Ren; no one knew his last name. Ren was the oldest of us all at the age 24. He was originally going to be part of the army but after his second raid he lost his right arm; so they brought him here. He had dark blond hair that went down to his shoulders. It was held back by a small piece of cloth. He wore a brown tunic and black pants.

"Ren! You have no idea how glad I am to see you!" Terean said shaking his hand.

"Now I am sure you know why you were summoned here? Am I assuming correctly?" He asked seriously.

"Yes Misara told me everything." Terean replied shortly. Ren was Terean's role model therefore he showed the greatest respect to the man.

"Good, that will save us a lot of time. Now, we are going to be split up into two groups. One will be led by Al'shara, and I shall be the leader of group two. Terean this is what you must do: you must enter Jubaku's private rooms when you are called out for duty again; find a way to escape O'alok. There lies a closet with three golden triangles on it, stained yellow. Inside the closet is a small silver key, starting to rust with age. That will break us out of this room; then you shall go with group 2 as we leave, stealthily, through the East entrance. Don't worry about the guards; Al'shara and I will be wearing disguises. Now hurry off and prepare!"