You know I thought it would take longer to update but I gusses not. Remember anything written like this is a flashback. Enjoy
"The Story of my people started thousands of years ago. We started a prosperous civilization of farming and agriculture." Stated S.O.L
A mother in armor similar to that of S.O.L.'s picking apples off a tree in an orchard, while several children in simple robes ran around chasing each other and laughing.
"Sure there were different tribes and villages. But we were all united by the fact that we were all sorcerers and sorceresses."
2 men both wearing different colored armor shake hand and sit down and talk
"And we all sought the advice of the 3 sages."
We see 3 men sitting on huge chairs. They are so old that their beards cover their face.
"3 sages?" Asked Robin
"Yes the 3 sages they were the founders of our civilization. They were thousands of years old and knew everything there was to know. They gave guidance and security to our world."
"How did they live so long?" Asked Raven
"Exactly what were going after, the elixir."
We see a giant tree with hundreds of branches. One of the pieces of bark had begun to ooze a blue sap. A man in gold armor collected it in a bottle.
"There was a tree located in the center of the island. It was the oldest thing around. Once a month it oozed the elixir. It was given to the sages only and it kept them alive."
"Kinda like a cycle?" Said Ilmatar
"Yes and our civilization could have gone on forever."
"Why didn't it?" Asked Robin
"When I was 13 years old our civilization had entered its 40,000th year. Apparently someone decided to end it. Now it has never been determined who. But someone set fire to the great tree and burned it to the ground."
Lots of people gathered around a pile of ash, looking utterly aghast.
"We were horrified. How would the sages live? How would we be secure?"
"What happened?" Asked Raven
"Well let's say peace was short lived. The sages quickly died after that. Without their leader ship our lives fell apart, the morals we had once lived by were gone. Quarrels turned into disputes, disputes turned into fights, fights turned into battles, battles turned into all out wars."
2 men started to argue then pulled out their staffs. The first guy swung and the second guy blocked it then swung around the bottom and stabbed him through the chest.
"2 very powerful leaders rose to power among this conflict. They were determined to rule the whole island. They ruled as dictators and demanded that everyone under their leadership proclaim their loyalty to them those who didn't were killed or tortured till they did. They had elite enforcers who rooted out the unloyal subjects. They were utterly ruthless.
Villagers in armor and robes ran screaming as a group of men in black armor marched into the village. One fired a spell from his staff and set a house ablaze. A woman who was running tripped fell. She looked up to see one of the men. She held her hands out in front of her. In the shadow we see the man plunge his staff into the ground where she was.
"How did you escape all this?" Asked Robin
"I quickly realized if I stayed I would be forced to take sides and fight. So I fled into the mountains in the center of the island and hid in a cave for 4 years."
A girl with short black hair and a knapsack climes up a mountain.
"I did have to come down from the mountains to collect supplies. That is how I came to witness the battle of Armageddon."
The same girl only taller and with longer hair sat on the top of a hill looking down. What she saw was a huge open grassland field with 2 apposing armies. Each with thousands of Men in armor with their staffs pointed at the opposing lines.
"Each leader gathered his entire army for one final offensive and whoever won would rule the whole island."
Each army charged one another. It was 2 massive walls of human bodies hitting each other. In the center there were spells flying and every where men getting stabbed. The ground was soaked with blood.
"One of the leaders decided to unleash his secret weapon. A spell that would kill all he commanded. He thought he could control it...He was wrong."
A blue gust of wind flew down to the field it wove itself in between the men. And one by one they all hit the ground. Dead.
"It didn't stop there it ravaged the whole island."
"Then how did you survive?" Asked Ilmatar
"The spell never came to the mountains. 3 months later I came down to look for any sign of life. I went back to my old village."
The girl walked into a half destroyed village. She opened the door to an old house. The table was half broken and the room was full of cobwebs. She turned around and saw a skeleton in the same armor she would wear as an adult.
"I went to my old house. And I found my mother's remains. And what was worse she had been stabbed with my father's staff."
The girl ran her fingers along the staff then along the armor. Then her eyes welled up with tears and she fell on her knees and started to cry into her hands.
"At that moment I snapped. I thought there must be no good left in the world anymore. I took the title the Magician of Evil and vowed to avenge my mother.
The girl emerged from the house wearing her mother's armor and with her mother's staff.
"I searched the island for another 2 years to search for life and to mast the art of spellcasting. What that leader had hopped to achieve was control of the island, what he had achieved was full and complete genocide."
"Genocide?" Gasped everyone
"Yes genocide. And yes I am the last of my people. But despite the closeness I once held with them. I'm glad they're gone." She stated in a monotone voice
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