12 hours earlier...
Zechs walked through the streets, his eyes still crusty from his sleep that he only recently awoke from, it was a strange dream, A single figure suspended by chains... 'why did he look so familiar... Like I know him from somewhere..' Zechs couldn't put his finger on it. The streets were empty at this time, well what kind of place would be busy at 4 in the morning. The crème-haired boy didn't even know why he himself was out at this time. Just that a strange voice was calling him. When he awoke he'd thrown on some jeans and a hoodie, not wanting to be recognised for who he is; The current First-Prince of Hamel.
His father, King Seiker was the latest in a long line of kings and the bearer of the Colosus-Freutneir, a ceremonial set of armour passed down to each king, supposedly there were many other sets, but his was all that remains, other than the heirlooms, the Guardian-Stones, supposedly, at one point in the past they could be used to equip an armour and its corresponding weapon, these were passed down to each of the strongest warriors, each time a new member of Royalty was born a new one would be crafted. Sadly although the tur tradition of crafting a new stone stands, they are only for decoration. A dull grey piece of stone, a remnant of myth
Zechs had always wondered, why are they grey? In all the painting he'd seen the stones were always Green and teeming with life, especially in the paintings of the White-Wolf. His stone was unique, his legged still stands as the warrior King of Hamel, nothing would stop him from protecting his home, and his freutneir responded to that, growing with him and giving him different were other paintings too, although the they were faded, they were of his Champions. The least faded of the paintings were of Conwell's bearer, The strong and noble Knight and the master of Runes, he was the Warrior king's closest friend and the bearer of the Knight Freutneir.
Only one other paintings was in a good condition to Make out any detail, this one was of The Master of Space and Time,of the Void and of the Elements. She was the bearer of the Magnus Freutneir. There were a total of 7 other Freutneirs belonging to the remaining champions but most details of them were lost, apart from the Queen's Freutneir; Donned by the Warrior-King's Wife. Now all that's known about the remaining 6 were the names. The Edge Freutneir, The Blade, The Fox, The Psycho and the Archer, the Final Freutneir had been lost to the ages, nobody knew anything about it and all the paintings were all thought to have burned.
Zechs' dream was to learn all about the Freutneir, although his father had told him time and time again that he's delusional, that the Champions are all just a myth, a bed time story for little kids to feel safe but, then where did all the pictures come from? He continued to walk along the marble streets lost in thought until he saw a blur of Amber, he looked up instantly; just outside of town in the old ruins,a fire had started.
"What the hell!?" He yelled dragging himself from his thoughts and dashed forward. It didn't take m long to reach the ruins and what he saw amazed him. Amber flames danced through the air, there was no source or reason for this to happen, it just did. And then it stopped, The flames disappeared and he felt his conscience starting to fade, until all he knew, was darkness.
A/N: I'm back with the next chapter But only one, I've only been given one OC so far and because of that I've had to do this filler chapter, is my stuff really that boring?
Welp, oh well. Special thanks to VegetioWolf for being the only person to lend me his OC.