Danteinfernus: Thanks, man! You have no idea how long I had studied the Narrator and how he acts as a character for, just to get him right first time within the Prologue.
Yvori Gevura: Lol, expect plenty more of that in the future, my friend. :)
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"Power attracts the corruptible. Suspect any who seek it."
~Frank Herbert
Chapter 1-1 - Isaiah
Thousands of years later, 3 kilometres from Ken
There is a large farm located next to a road leading to Ken, next to a small forest of Ash trees and beside a small lake full of carp. The farm contains a farmhouse for the farmer to live in, a barn for the animals to live in and for tools to be kept, a water well, all which are contained within nearly an acre. Surrounding these buildings are fields of wheat, barley, beans, peas and oats that make up as much as 8 acres of the land, and finally the rest of the land is dedicated to the raising of cattle and sheep.
This quaint and large farm belonged to a young farmer boy by the name of Isaiah Ò Corcràin, and only to him.
8 years ago, his parents were killed during an attack on his village by Bandits, thus leaving him alone with maintaining the farm.
Despite being taught the knowledge of farming, Isaiah had to cope with constant cultivation of the land. Although he would be helped thanks to the villagers, it still wasn't enough.
The war against the Dark Queen is taking its toll. The dead seem to pile up more than crops harvested. A rise in demand for food to feed the troops and for storage have placed a constantly growing strain on the farming community and thus accumulated into the publication of the edict.
Published by the Alliance and approved by the Church was released. It stated that all farms must increase their crops and livestock. Failure to do so would result in total expulsion from their lands.
With little to no choice, farmers had to increase their productivity through the expansion of their farm. This resulted in conflicts with one another over land that wasn't farmed.
This edict had put a massive strain upon Isaiah, who couldn't keep up with this demand, and thus he was expelled from his farm.
With his home taken from him, Isaiah has no choice now but to leave, and that is currently what he is doing right now; packing whatever things he has left into a makeshift sack that he made using some leather knitted together with strings.
He must leave before those state troops come back and seriously drag him out of his home.
"Damn bastards" he cursed; the many times that he had cursed at all relating or associating with the Church or Alliance lost to him. Packing away the last of his belongings, he slung it over his back.
Isaiah sighed heavily and turned slightly around to the front door behind him which was still open. Reaching to the knob and grasping it, he was about to close it when the sounds of chatting and laughter were heard.
Letting go of the handle, he turned around and what he saw made his face distorted into a look of disgust and anger at the arriving sight in front of him.
Mercenary Bandits.
Who bore the sigils of the Seven Shield Alliance on their clothing
In the eyes of the people of The Alliance, these Bandits were seen as allies, trustworthy and valuable to the current war that rages in the North, for some even friends.
In his eyes, he only saw them as thieves, liars and pickpockets, and for them to even have the gall to even be here on his family's land, screw what the Church has to say about it not being his family's land anymore, his family for generations have worked on this, and he won't let some hired swords boss him around.
Grabbing the closest thing that registers as a weapon; which was a pitchfork, he stomped towards the bandits, uncaring of the pouring rain.
"What do you want!?" Isaiah demanded to the group of bandits. "You are trespassing here!"
"Trespassing?" Spoke a calm yet authoritative female voice amongst the group of bandits. The bandits parted away, revealing a female that stood taller than him, with bright pinkish-red hair and light brown eyes. She like the bandits with her wearing a dark grey raincoat, with the except of her clothing which was a bright red coat that was zipped down nearly all the way, revealing much of her large breasts and toned stomach, blue pants that seem to have a circular cut on them, that would have shown her pussy it it wasn't for her coat covering it and brown boots. Strapped around her waist was a belt with a two sheathed daggers in it. She had a smirk on her face as she addressed to him.
"Funny, I didn't see a sign that says trespassing around here, so that isn't trespassing, isn't it?"
Isaiah glared daggers at the woman in front of him. She must be the leader of this group of bandits. Well to be honest here and he's not going to lie, especially but looking at her, hers are quite big. He didn't think he has seen breasts that large; the girls from the village had some big breasts but none could compare to the ones that this woman has on her.
"Does it matter?" Isaiah harshly answered, "You're still trespassing on owned land-"
"Once owned land" The woman corrected him. "This is now repurposed land for the Alliance to the war effort. Our orders came from the Church itself to make sure that you would leave this place"
"And not from the Alliance High Command? Shouldn't it be from High Command, especially from Celestine herself that you receive your orders, and not from the Church itself?"
"Ah but here's the thing squirt; The Church is part of the Alliance, and not only that but the Archbishop has a seat on the council too. So, therefore, their orders are not only from the Alliance but are valid too"
"Since when did church figures ever had a hand in politics and strategy, especially to a war that has dragged on for thousands of years?"
"Since forever squirt. I wouldn't blame you if you didn't know that little fact. You countryside bumpkins tend to not catch wind of these things"
"..What did you call me!?" Isaiah snarled. His grip on the pitchfork tightened.
The woman smiled smugly, turning around to face the group of bandits with her.
"Boys, go get the food" She told them. "While I'll be dealing with little hick here"
Snickering at the insulting nickname given to the young farmer, the bandits all dispersed to do their given task.
"I am not! A kid!" Isaiah stomped toward the woman. "And who do you think you are to take from me like this!?"
That bloody smug, that damn look on her fucking face. It isn't going away and that is making him!
"Yeah you are, you're short for a squirt. By the way, names Maia"
"I'm nineteen!"
"Nope, still a squirt. A little, inexperienced shorty of a bumpkin"
Isaiah saw red at this point. Growlingly, he charged at the woman; weapon poised to strike at her. However, faster than he could react, Isaiah suddenly found his face being pushed forward…
Into a pair of squishy, soft pillows…
The move was unexpected, and although he would have enjoyed the moment, they're currently suffocating the life outta him.
As for the woman, her only objective was to simply grab him and hold him in place, but due to the height difference she only ended up pulling him into her chest.
She gave him an apologetic look and was contemplating on releasing him, but after a few seconds of him struggling from her grasp, she just decided to go with it and thus she held his face there.
"What's wrong?" The woman sultrily asked, "Shouldn't you be enjoying it~?"
"Mmph! Mm!"
"Oh my? Did you say something?" She loosens her grip on his head, allowing him a breather.
"C-can't...breath!"
"Thought so," She said before shoving his face back into her chest.
Isaiah struggled for the next few minutes, being given brief moments of air before being shoved back into her large bosom. While this happened, the men that accompanied the woman were taking the food from the farm. Whilst a couple of soldiers were looting Isaiah's home and belongings.
If Isaiah could get out of this woman's breasts then he could stop this from going any further.
But alas, he was weak and she was strong. There was nothing he could do to stop it.
"Hmmm, I have to confess something here to you" Spoke the woman, rubbing his black hair. "We're only here for the clean-up part of the job, basically taking away your monthly payment of food to the alliance. The rest of the work will be done by troops and workers who'll be turning the place into a Work Farm for the Alliance. If I were you squirt I would book it out of here, or else if you don't then no doubt they'll kill you"
Maia let go of Isaiah but not before giving him a farewell gift.
Isaiah felt pain in the lower region of his body. He gritted his teeth; a way of suppressing the noise that tried to escape his lips. He felt his knees go weak but couldn't collapse to the ground as the woman held him.
"Alright boys, pack it up and let's go! Where done here!"
Isaiah could only watch as that woman and the soldiers walked away with his food and things of value.
It took a while for Isaiah to stand back onto his two feet. The pain was really unbearable for him. Once so, he limped his way back inside, but not before picking up his sack.
Closing the door behind him, Isaiah slumped down onto the floor.
…..damn them….
Isaiah glanced over to his bag, and opening it he was greeted with nothing.
They stole everything he had left…
And this alone filled him with rage.
In a fit of fury, Isaiah slammed his first onto a nearby wall. The young farmer fell into a cursing fit; spewing every known possible curse to the Alliance.
Where his fist had slammed itself, that part of the wall gave in, revealing to Isaiah, a hidden hole in the wall. The sound of thumping wood snapped him from his temper.
"What the?" Isaiah muttered. Wiping away bits of wood and clay, Isaiah found a small wooden box inside the hole. Picking up the box, he opened the chest and pulled out a small journal.
Curious, Isaiah picked up the journal and opened it.
Timeskip
August 15th
I think I have found it! The dark power of legends that I have been searching for! I have wandered the world in search of it. Of all the places that it would be, it had to be here in here-
"Hmmm, grandpa stopped writing after saying where it is" Isaiah thought. "I wonder what must have happened after?"
He was no longer on his farm, having packed whatever he had left and quickly departed. That had been three days ago. Now, here he is, in the middle of nowhere, in forested land, possibly had crossed the border by now. Food was running low and his Water ran out a few hours ago.
The situation looked stern for him, and yet Isaiah chose to venture further beyond the realms of the Seven Shields.
According to the journal that his grandfather had left, it spoke of a place within the Dark Queen's domain, where a source of power could be found.
Isaiah was completely surprised when he found out that the journal belonged to his grandfather. He was a man that he would have little interaction with as a child. A year after his parents' death, he only got to see him one last time before never seeing him ever again.
Perhaps his purpose that day was to hide the journal within the walls. Reason for that is unknown itself.
Deciding to catch a short break from walking, Isaiah found a suitable spot next to a tree to take a break.
"Is there anything that my Grandfather said about this place?" Isaiah muttered to himself, taking out his grandfather's journal.
Of all the places that this place would be, I'm genuinely shocked that the Dark Queen herself had not even discovered this place. It's basically right under her bloody nose!
But thank the Gods that she didn't. I wouldn't blame her. What kind of treasures or hidden secrets would a ruined town of long ago contain?
But alas, I cannot seem to even imagine what the Dark Queen would do should she find this place, or even what to do with such power hidden here.
Isaiah sighed. "Ok, I know what I'm looking for, however, I don't even know where it is!"
He flicked through the pages to see if his grandfather had left anything in it. Any form of clues or anything basically, to help guide him in the right direction. Isaiah sighed as he had not found anything at all.
"Speaking of which, wondered whatever happened to my grandfather"
His grandfather had disappeared years ago, leaving only this journal as proof of his existence. Not much in details, yet Isaiah is able to learn more about his grandfather.
However, nothing appeared to have been said of what happened to him
Putting the journal away, he rose up from his resting spot and resumed marching forward.
Time had passed, and Isaiah still did not discover the location. As he journeyed deeper and deeper into Dark Queen Territory, further and further from the border, the land began to change.
Trees; lush and green, standing strong and tall began to wither and decay. Their branches became bare and devoid of all green. Their postures altered from straight to crooked forms. Fungus became more and more common; Ornamented along its bark and beneath its roots, under crevices and holes.
Patches of once green grass were nothing but brown wilted husks. Large clusters of weeds, nettles and seem to have nestled themselves amongst the grass. They seemingly trying to outgrow the other in a battle of dominance.
Large, thorny vines sprouted from the ground; Trampling and crushing the already lifeless grass. They wrap themselves around the bases and roots of trees and on the surfaces of rocks.
Even the sky itself has changed. From a bright blue, that which represented peace and heaven has now shifted to a dark, sickly purple, that which represents hell and animosity.
In short, life here in Gharan is all but dead. It is, to some the very definition of hell.
Isaiah stumbled into this hell, and there was no going back. He will find this town, no matter what.
His purpose here was explicit. The power that his grandfather had spoken off was alluring. Now he is here, in lands that he shouldn't, searching for that power.
Power corrupts; a lesson that he learned from his father. However, now he just doesn't care anymore.
Isaiah has nothing left, which has lead down this growing dark path.
His one ulterior motive for this power is clear.
Retribution burns brightly in his heart and etched deep within his soul.
A raging, uncontrollable flame, born from resentment and scorn.
The actions of Maia and her fellow bandits this day have caused a ripple. What they had done would have unforeseeable consequences...
And this is merely the beginning.
END
The reason why there is a lack of Narrator here, well right up till the end, is because Isaiah didn't have the Absolute Evil's Power. When he did, he could hear the Narrator, as he proceeds to make fun of him. xD
So please excuse the excessive writing. The boring stuff will be out of the way soon.
Alright, so new kid on the block; his name is Isaiah and unlike the rest of my Ocs, he's kinda short, and he's supposed to be the Main Character.
So short, he might as well be labelled a Shota. xD
He's not that short though! I swear! He's 4'8 before and now he's 5 ft. xD
Anyways, if you guys have questions about this Fic, be sure to ask. :)
Also, thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed this chapter. :)