Prologue Vercingetorix.
1052 BC
A strong wind gushed over the seemingly lonely island off the coast of england, just far enough away so you couldn't see it from the mainland. The wind was howling through the trees, making such a loud noise it muffled the sudden popping noise. Suddenly the lonely island didn't seem so lonely anymore. Standing where the popping noise originated was now a person. Their long cape flying around in the wind uncontrollably, although the person under the cape didn't seem to care.
The person started to walk forward, determined to reach their destination. They walked up to a mighty looking tree it's branches swinging around violently. This tree wasn't like the rest, it seemed unaffected by the wind but chose to swing around, as if trying to hit the person. Occupied with the other branches, the tree swung cutting the cheek of the person and pulling the hood of their cloak down.
Under the hood stood a lady. She had long dark hair and pale blue eyes. She was stunning, well she would be if it wasn't the dark bags shining under her eyes and the worried look that stained her face. Quickly pulling the hood back up, she reached into her cape and pulled out a stick. This stick looked like no ordinary stick. If you saw this stick lying on the floor you would have noticed it right away. It had beautiful intricate swirls and small flowers carved into the side and was about 12 inches long. A few inches up on one end there was a small ring around the wand as if indicating a handle. The lady took the stick by the handle and pointed it up to the moving tree. Whispering something under her breath, or she could have been talking normally but the sound of the wind drowning her out, the tree instantly froze.
Carefully walking closer to the trunk of the tree she come up to a hole at the base, carefully hidden so that no one would find it if they walked passed. Looking around to see if anyone was there, remembering that she was seemingly alone and quickly turns around and jumps down. The drop was only a few metres, the lady after stumbling for a few steps quickly regained her feet and looked around.
The hole that she was standing in was silent, as if no loud ferocious wind were howling outside and wasn't surrounded in dirt as you would expect. It was surrounded by stone, smooth stone with drawing on it. Turning around, the lady saw that it wasn't just a hole that she was standing in, but a start of a path. The path was unlit and dark. Almost as if you were to keep walking you would be sucked into a black hole.
Lifting up the stick that she had been holding limply by her side, she opens her soft pink lips and whispers "lumos". The word barely leaving her lips echoed through path and making a sharp, bright light illuminate the end of the stick. Flinching for the sudden light, she reached her hand up that isn't holding the stick to block her eyes. Slowly taking her arm away from her face, her eyes adjust to the brightness. Taking a cautious step forward, she starts her slow descent downwards to her destination.
Half an hour of winding passages and cold stone walls and floor later. The lady comes across an abrupt end of the passageway. Instead of turning around and walking away. The lady glides up to the wall. "Ambrotos" (immortal - Ancient Greek) she mumbled barely making a sound. The wall begins to crack and slide in different ways finishing to an archway. Intricate details swirl themselves around the edges of the archway and at the top writing carves itself as if an invisible entity was writing it themselves. 'Noita vlasr uoot'. (Tis like the mirror of erised)
Walking through the archway, the lady walks a few steps before the archway mends itself, leaving no trace of that it was ever there. She ended up walking into a large stone circular room. The middle of the room had a large cauldron floating above a log fire burning bright, although no smoke had clouded the room. There room wasn't hot either, instead a pleasant temperature surrounds room. A welcoming change from the brisk air of the outside.
Seven people stand talking off to the side, four men and three women, all wearing different types of attires but covered in the same thick cloaks with the hood.
"Sorry I'm late" The Lady speaks up, catching the attention of the group "Vercingetorix was holding up a strong front on our side."
"We need to act quick," one of the women spoke, her ginger hair twisted into an intricate braid. "I think he's getting stronger."
"Then let's not delay" This time a man spoke up, his brown shoulder length hair in a messy mop on his head. "Place your rings inside the cauldron"
The eight people stepped up to the large cauldron standing in a circle around it. Some dug into their pocket, while the others pulled them off their fingers. Throwing them into the murky water of the cauldron, it begins to fizz and bubble loudly. Grabbing each other's hands so they are all linked, they begin to chant. Their voices began to get louder as the cauldron fizzed, the bubbles getting bigger and bigger. Bright light filled the room, emitting from the cauldron, but still the eight never let each others hands go.
As the mantra slows down, the lights begin to fade until the original dim light of the fire is emitting. Breaking the chain of hands, they stand there, hands limp by their side and chests breathing heavy. Slowly a blonde haired man walks up to the cauldron and looks inside. No murky water is left, the insides is so dry that it is as if no water had been in there in the first place. Reaching inside, the man grabs what is on the bottom, pulling his hand out he shows the group the rings left in his hand. The eight rings sit in his hand as if nothing had happened to them.
"Did it work?" the ginger asks, hope evident in her voice.
"There's only one way to find out" The blonde replies. He hands out the rings to each person, keeping his own to himself. Slipping the ring onto his finger, a warming sensation courses through his body. He tries to pull the ring off again, but it wouldn't move. A small smile stretches onto his face, "It works."
"We did it!" The ginger exclaims "We can finally beat Vercingetorix"
They start to cheer, relief flooding all of them like a title wave.
"We are the Eleks now. We are the Defenders"