"In the elder days, were the moon was whole and the mountains young, there existed… Magic, magicians, wizards, witches, and sorcerers. An era of myth and legends, of knights and mysteries hidden for people to find and explore, of places that awe the imagination.

It was the days were humanity first walked the earth, they mastered the elements, guided and guarded life, and cared for the world as their own, it was the days were humanity prospered for millennia…

And then the brothers came and ushered in the desolation, they killed the land, the beast that roamed the forest and hills shunned, corrupted the minds and hearts of humanity…

And tainted the wellspring of magic, forcefully bringing it under their tyrannical rule…

They claimed to be the creators, the sole gods of the world, benevolent and fair, only one was true…

They were young and arrogant gods blinded by the perceived omnipotent power they wielded…

The brothers forget however, that they can never shackle the earth, with the moon as witness and the sky as judge. Humanity fought for their home, the brothers, shocked by the rebellion because of their ignorance, were nearly killed and bodies sealed and scattered…

It was only because of one woman and her grief at losing the one she loved that saved them.

This woman betrayed humanity and told the brothers of the attack, in exchange for bringing her love back to life, her betrayal allowed the brothers to prepare, to survive the initial assault of humanity.

And when the time came for the armies of humanity to march against the brothers, they were met by a host of black and white, winged angels cloaked in pale light and monsters of shadow and savagery. War has come, and the land was thrown into chaos…

Humanity fought bravely, showing the brightness of their souls that the brothers tried to restrain but could not, for 42 years humanity fought Led by the last high king, humanity braved the army of the brothers, and for a time they pushed them back.

But again, the woman's love far outweighs her loyalty…

The high king led his contingent against the brothers themselves, the two brothers along with their elite angels and monsters battled at the climax of the war, shields splintered, swords shattered, wings clipped and fangs broken, and at last, the high king alone stood before the two brothers.

One covered in shadow and towered over him, Iron crowned, his shadow cast over the battlefield like a storm cloud, but the high king gleamed beneath him like a white star, for his mail was overlaid with silver, and his blue shield set with crystals.

The high king drew his sword that glittered like ice, and the dark brother held aloft his hammer, that spewed shadow and malice.

The second brother shone like a pale star robed in white and wearing a crown of silver, his presence brought forth a sickening light, he poised a spear of light, pale and sicky…

The three dueled and parried, dodged, and struck, but it was clear the brothers were no match for the high king, for if the brothers achieved their power because of their birth and cunning, the high king of humanity achieved his with sweat and will.

While the brothers created their followers, blind to only do as they bid, the high king earned his, listened to their counsel, and cherished their company.

While they mascaraed themselves as benevolent rulers, they are vile, envious, hateful beings, not to be trusted, they have forced humanity to serve, and humanity rose instead and fought.

The high king's sword was lifted in the air, ready to strike down the brothers and bring their souls to justice when a dagger, black and vile pulsating with red veins pierced his side.

Shocked by the sudden attack he let go of his sword and let it clatter on the blood-soaked battlefield.

There before him, his sister with tears in her eyes cried out an apology…

It was too late, she gave an opening the brothers took with eagerness, they struck the injured king, the spear pierced the chest and the hammer shattered the chest plate, crystal sapphires flew and landed on the ground.

Soaking in the blood of the last king of humanity.

The brothers thank the sister, and decimated the forces of humanity, with their king gone, they offered little in the way of resistance and died to the last…

The sister, horrified, picked up the sword of her brother and the remnants of his shield, and in the last act of apology, she called an eagle, and asked it to carry the sword and broken shield away, so the brothers could not defile his memory any more than they will.

The battle was won, the brothers stood victorious, and the sister…

Only regret filled her soul…

And as thanks for her contribution, the brothers honored their word and brought back her love.

The sister's guilt and sorrow were driven back, if only for a moment…

And then utter horror filled her being as she beheld her love…

The moment the brothers felled the high king, was the moment they achieved full, undisputed control of the world…

The afterlife included.

And as they say, the victors write the history.

The dead forgot, the living forgot, the trees, the grass, the hills, the mountains, and lakes, ponds, oceans and seas… only the sister remembered, only she knew the truth.

And even then, she locked it away, too much self-loathing, sorrow, hate, anger, guilt and betrayal were enclosed in those memories for her to dwell…

And so, too did the sister forget

About the king that led humanity against the brothers of deceit and cunning…

About the true history of the world…

About the land of Terra…

About the myths and legends…

About the boy who wanted to keep his sister safe and happy…

All that remains, is a remnant of a world…


It was a bright sunny day, the light of the sun shining bright and joyful, the children played, the adults smiled and the animals grazed.

In the small town of Terre d'espoir, located at the fringe of the kingdom of Vale as such, the town was frequently accosted by creatures known as Grimm, dark and evil beasts with vile cunning. Though Terre d'espoir seemed doomed to a tragic end.

Its defenders, however, have rebuked this thought and fought for their home. Though they are few, the kin of Beren stands mighty over the shadow. Their armor was made of silver plate, adored by a blue eagle on the left breast, and each held a sword and shield, never once has either broke when wielded by the kin of Beren.

An order of knights, whose origin was lost to time, even their oldest tomes tell no tale of their origin, nor their founder.

But it was said that a knight of peerless strength, and unmatched compassion led them, wielding a sword of legend that was said to wound any that is struck. And a shield inlaid with crystal, able to weather blow after blow from a mountain.

Of course, such is the legend of the knight of Beren, a myth told to children and helps to inspire recruits.

A tale told by a man to his children, all awed and eyes glimmered with excitement and admiration.

"And so, the knight of Beren slew the great cold drake Dúr, liberating the city of Ael haust and the people of Ael núr, the festival in the name of the knight of beren lasted for an entire week in thanks, and so, the knight of beren has the backing of the city of Ael haust, and the adoration of the people of Ael núr. If should the knight request or in his time of need, the Ael núr will answer his calls"

The man finished his tale, and his children cheered, all 5 of the children begged their father for one more story, 5 pairs of blue eyes looking at their father pleadingly.

"No, no, no, you all still have a long day ahead of you" The father shook his head, and the kind wined and pouted at him.

The father, weak towards his kids, caved "Alright, alright" the children cheered "But! I'll tell you once you're about to sleep"

"aww~! Come on Dad! Just one more, promise!" said the older of the children, her blond hair dun in a bun "I want to hear more about the Knight of beren's adventures!"

Her other siblings chorused in agreement

"No, means no, Violet, listen to your father and wait until bed time" Came the soothing but chastising voice of a woman, her belly heavy with child.

"Fine~!" the children agreed

Their mother smiled "How about later, I tell the story of where the Knight of Beren traveled in search of the hidden city of Gondolin?"

As the children heard this, their eyes shone with wonder

The mother chuckled "Go now, school won't for you to start"

Once more the children wined, but complied and each left the house, but one lingered, he, like his father and sisters and mother, has blond hair, but his eyes, they shone brighter blue than his sisters and his parents.

As if inlaid with imperishable sapphire.

"Jaune? What's wrong champ?" asked the father.

"I… I want to be like the knight of Beren, helping people and slaying monsters…" Jaune said, head bowing down.

The father and mother looked at one another "Jaune…"

Jaune shook his head "I know, I know, I can't, my body can't handle being a knight, let alone a huntsman. But maybe if you unlock my aura-"

"Jaune! We talked about this" his father stood, his frame towering over his son like a castle wall

Jaune meekly backed away, fear in his sapphire orbs.

The father saw and sighed and knelt before his son "Being a Huntsman, or even a knight is not just about slaying monsters and helping people Jaune… it's about choosing what must be done, not what is right"

Seeing the confusion in his son's eyes, the father shook his head "You're not ready yet, I can unlock your aura Jaune, but in doing so can bring harm seen and unseen." Ruffling his son's hair, he smiled "Know that I and your mother love you and all your siblings" the father stood beside the mother, hand on her belly.

The mother smiled lovingly towards him "You're a bright boy Jaune, smarter than people give your credit for, and stubborn as a horse" the parents chuckled, and Jaune broke a smile "Never doubt Jaune, but always know what you're getting into"

Jaune pondered "Alright" he ran towards his parents and gave them a tight hug "…Thanks, love you" he mumbled between them

The father and mother smiled and hugged him tight ""We love you, Jaune, never forget that""

Jaune let go and ran after his siblings, as he did he waved goodbye "See you later!" he called

"What took you so long Jaune?!"

"Did you ask mom and Dad again?"

"What did they say?"

"Are you going to cry again"

Jaune's sister grilled him on what he and their parents talked about as they made their way to school.

The parents looked after them from the front porch.

"Roland, I'm scared for our son"

Roland, looked to his loving wife "Me too, Ana, me too."

Beneath the home, behind a hidden vault, one that none, even the inhabitants know of.

A sword glimmered like ice.

A/N and so, I wrote, anyways this is basically a rewrite of the other story "Forgotten Inheritance" I cringed even reading it.