The Dream of Reality I, Awakening, To Defy a God. Chapter 1

8/9/2019 The Dream of Reality I, Awakening, To Defy a God. Chapter 1

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The Dream of Reality I: Awakening; to defy a GodOne

Sometime Past or Future carved within Our Own TimelineEyes openMind blank

It was under the most heavenly unequaled eclipse that the boy was born under, very

promising to our force but of a mother unknown, the ancient angel whispered to himself as hisgray eyes stared up and across the unique sky. Each of the three suns before him had beenblotted out by the opaque bodies of several thick clouds. It was true the young one did have a

heavenly connection, (perhaps one of disunity) but held by the bonds of his birth, he left thegreat destinies, proud adventures, and amassed fortunes to those of proper class and pedigree.

The Angels name is Allistar. He was born here in the eastern fortress of Torrence, whichlays in the eastern quadrant of our land of ethos, otherwise known as the cold mountain climate

of the land of Ethos. Our land of Ethos has four regions: the lush and green northern meadows,the harshly cold eastern mountain peaks, the desolate wasteland desert located the south, and the

western realm with its deep rooted volcanic tunnels and crags. Three parallel suns orbit the landwarming and balancing the intense light of day with the stark hollow night, setting balance and

order in our world, until recently.Begin downloadWe, Angels controlled the entire land for millennia until from the beastly volcano a

shroud was unleashed. The shroud crept across the land consuming what lay before it. They arethe darkness, the pestilence that washes over the land and they have been breeding a force to

exterminate us Angels. The demons have already taken hold of the Western quadrant and spreadtheir way into the southern region. The Angelic cloud wall, set along the running waters of ethos,

keeps the darkness from entering into the north and east regions. The cloud wall halts the spreadof the darkness. A demon may crawl in but it never will crawl out. The cloud wall stretches

diagonally the entire length of the land and is our best and last line of defense.Yet there is a weakness in our great barrier, at the center of the cloud wall where the

running waters flow strongest lies the Great Gate, massive golden doors separate the clouds justabove the surface of the rushing water. Here is the only safe entry point for the demons into our

land. Thus, the demons have mounted the whole of their teeming force at the western side of thatpoint. For now we have mobilized an angelic battalion to stand against the encroaching demons

and they have held them to a bloody standstill, but the defending angels are dwindling. With noaid they cannot keep back the quick flooding darkness, for inch by inch we lose our soldiers and

our land to this unholy pestilence. For as long as I can remember the conflict has ebbed alongthis border. This point of blood and water marks our eternal struggle and mars the center of our

once peaceful Ethos.Physically, the babe had tremendously large wings protruding from the center of his

strong shoulder blades. And as a child his wings were much greater than any full adults. His

eyes were a penetrating glacier blue and stung those he stared upon. His skin was nearly as paleas the billowing black clouds above. As he grew, he refused to have his hair cut back, giving himlong flowing, untamed locks of a gorgeous golden bronze, outlining his modestly handsome and

radiant face; An impressive and spirited young angel indeed.His childhood was filled with private isolated instruction. His mother (and only known

parent) insisted that. She knew of a man seldom found in public but unheard of in his rumoredintellect. She approached him once during one of his rare trips to the market, and in pleading for

his aid in educating her strong willed son found a more than capable tutor. Upon meeting the boy


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and seeing his great wingspan a gleam twinkled amidst the gray of his iris as he rallied tobecome the childs sole educator. Living with the thoughtful hermit, classical music theory,

political workings, and ancient writings were the young angels primary studies.His wings had grown to immenseness in his young adulthood. He must be destined for

great adversity and triumph, the elders spoke amongst themselves, but without a proper noble

birth right or even a father, he can never be more than an apprentice. His peers, infused withjealousy for his power and mysterious destiny, could only attempt to jar him with jeers andtaunts, but as he shot through their ranks, with both strength and wit, he claimed the peak of the

class. Each night he could be found alone atop the great hill training his footwork, honing hisskills, and developing his technique. The angel drove and propelled himself through his battle

trainingWhen he had completed his state administered, mandatory, Spartan-like war training, he

was given the moderately prized iron armor reserved for him at birth. Long ago this would havebeen a prized and rare armament but the years where iron and its strength trumped were long

passed, made obsolete by the silver and gold suits passed to nobility currently. Perhaps tougherand more intimidating was the iron suit and made of several pieces, the dark metal armor served

to create a terrifying warrior from the beautiful angel. The armor was three times as heavy asnormal angelic armor due to its uniquely triple thick iron plating and the massive shoulder

mounts of the breastplate, but the great angel carried the weight on his broad shoulders with ease.He was now fully versed in military tactics as well as his tutelage from the hermit. Destiny alone

waits for none but the chosen.Receiving data

Beginning data playbackAllistar, the king has sent for you," a young angel rushes into his the small unfurnished

room to report. You must hurry, it is very urgent." Allistar wakes from his deep slumber, turnsaway from the child, and sees the three suns of Ethos outside his window and high above the

Outer walls of Torrence. Sitting up now, He stretches his great wings along with his arms, slideshis feet from beneath his cover, and stands to his tired feet. On my way he sluggishly grunted

and the young angel could smell the liquor on his tough breathe as he turned back toward thecastle. Allistar took his time preparing, trying to reach lucidity, before he began his short walk

through the brisk awakening air to the center of the city, and the castle.The King waited impatiently for Allistar barking commands at his servants and nervously

biting the nail of his left index finger. Upon Allistars arrival, the proud yet distracted KingDimeas grants Allistar his first messenger delivery to the northern fortress. This is to be

Allistars first time outside of the city walls. He must ask the king of the north, King Marcos, tosend more knights to aid the east, as the king is quite sure that the Eastern city of Torrence will

be the main target and thus hit hardest. No one knows why or how the king knows this but hehas seen us through the demonic wars for ages and no one questions the kings ways.

This journey to the north shouldn't be too difficult," Allistar had first thought to himself,as he failed to heed some of the kings words. Deep in his mind he was excited about seeing

beyond the outer walls for a change, excited about his first could-be adventure.Today, young warrior, I have given you an additional task. Its name is Devarro. The

royal knights arrested him several months ago and we have planned to transfer the beast to thenorthern realm for some while. Along with our message you must accompany our cargo up north

to King Marcos personally. A curtain rises to reveal a hunched six limbed figure in the corner ofa dull metal cage. He is an infernal beast of the lowest order, born of the darkest night. If he


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decides to speak to you, which hasnt happened yet, he may know the road to the north kingdom,but take heed first and foremost he is a demon and his allegiance to you is non-existent. You will

do well to prepare this afternoon. With that the king descended from his throne and left for hisquarters through the lavishly draped purple archway to his left.

Devarro was far shorter than Allistar and like all demons he had six limbs, none of which

were arms or legs, and each ended in large ripping claws. His gangrene skin was filled withbruise shaded veins than ran in frenzied directions and gave the skin a feverish twitter as fluidrushed by incredible speed. With eyes like coals, sitting flatly upon the thin yellow green sinews

of his demon skin, they could steal your calm like some vacuous spiritual parasites. He wore asimple red cloak tied around his neck and held tightly to his a wooden stick with two of his six

devious limbs. From the king's chamber, the demon, Devarro, was toted behind Allistar by fourof the kings personal assistants and set outside the castle beside his new angelic traveling

companion.Allistar squatted to the demons level and looked into the creatures eyes. He expected to

see fear or hatred somewhere deep inside there but was met with an unusually solemn andreserved stare. Allistar saw something else past those eye surfaces so opaque and reflective that

he saw his glacier blues in their place, something resembling long silenced, creeping pain. Thiscage is a little much isnt it? Devarro was it? Im gonna release you from it Allistar pulled the

horizontal latch out from across the vertical bars, Please dont run off little guy, I really wouldlike someone who knows where Im going around. Allistar watched the hunched figure stretch

his strange form, all six clawed limbs extended fully for a moment. The next moment the smallDemon named Devarro sprang through the open cage door and onto the cobblestone main road

of Torrence, Thank you, he said respectfully and bowed genuinely. I am Devarro, and I willcause you no harm for despite my appearance, I am a peaceful being. The demon named

Devarro took several steps forward turned and continued, I will guide you into the north but Iwill not be delivered to the residing king. There is a place I can go when we get there. With that

said he turned his back to Allistar and faced the busy city street with his tattered crimson capedtrailing behind him, Let us be off, Mr. uh, I never caught your name.

Allistarmy name is Allistar (he spoke with curious fear in spurts between hisnervousness) lets get moving. I am going to need a few things from my quarters first The angel

and his new companion walked side by side down the main street toward Allistars quarters.Once there Allistar packed food for the two of them and mounted his iron forged armor upon his

bare chest. Devarro leaned against the open door watching. When Allistar was ready hemotioned Devarro toward the door closed it and made his way beside his new companion to the

outer walls of Torrence.Once outside the grand city gate, the two set off from Allistar's quarters and from the start

they knew the journey would be an awkward one judging from the silent slow pace they beganat. They walked side by side in silence. Allistar wanted to ask many questions about the demon

but bit his tongue over and again, chiding himself for his childish curiosity which had now grewwithin to the point that his fear had been overwhelmed. Devarros hollow eyes alone gave

Allistar enough chills to keep him held to a long, long silence. The demon bitterly kept tohimself, nearly to the point where Allistar was sure his companion had forgotten about him

altogether.As the first night drove itself atop them, they came to the running waters severing east

and north. Devarro finally opened his thin mouth saying these waters, they run from a lake tothe northeast, appropriately named Lake Strife. Many nomads like myself believe that the lake


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can become boiling hot like a witchs cauldron and the rumor continues on to say that justbeneath the lake floor is a cryptic connection to hell. Allistar was shocked to hear anything

escape the demons lips at all and could only ask in a semi-blurt, How much further to thenorthern city of Amphora from here? Just another full day of travel, Devarro replied after a

thought. We will be within sight of the high city turrets in half that."

After wading across the shallow waters, Allistar attempted to maintain a strand ofconversation in which Allistar learned how the demon became on the side of angels. Long ago Iwas a highly ranked and vibrantly decorated demon commander, but I plummeted suddenly into

a deep depression after the siege of an elfin city, the last elfin city. During the siege, I allowed noI ordered the murder of elfin women and children, and for months afterward I heard the echoes

of their final gasping screams. I remembered looking into a young dying elfs eyes, I had severedhis head and slowly her eyes rolled backwards until I could only see the white coldness of death

lacerated by the red searing injury. Blood red organs returned my evil stare; I was horrified bythe reflections of my hatred. I had not felt sadness until that moment. In the next I left my

command of the demon army. Journeying for several violent and lonely years, I finally found thepeaceful village of Calimet and a monk named Riley. He saw something special in me and took

me into his home and under his wing. In the beginning, he hid me from public view, telling mesociety was not prepared for a demon to walk among them just yet. I learned from this humble

man for several decades before he passed away. After that, I followed in the great mansfootsteps and became a monk myself. Here I am in the city of Torrence attempting to spread

peace through good action and helping to rid this land of the darkness that is my kins nature insome peaceful way, yet even those I aim to protect fear me. Not so surprising, yet the hope was

that my words would calm those fears relatively quickly before it escalated this far.Devarrochanges somehow and adds to himself It was a mistake that I wont make a second time.

Coming to, he stood for a moment, halting their progress abruptly. He stepped back into pacestill bewildered but unable to show the angel such deep core-tingling feelings

Allistar took immediate notice of the strange behavior but brushed it aside as someparallel similarity they shared, a demonic daydream. He then replied with his own story, telling

the monk of his own average beginnings, of his training, and how this was the first time he hadever been on a true journey outside the city walls. Near the end of the tale they reached the crest

of a large and flat hillside. In a circle around the center of the hill stood thick graystone walls,huge in both width and height, they mapped out some long lost foreshadowing thought on now.

Allistar tried to ignore the ominous humming sound produced by the wind whipping through thespace, He stood high on his deft toes reach his neck up and back. The northern towers of the

castle shined like the suns chosen. Allistar's eyes (ignoring their inherited discomfort for thisplace) widened like a newborn cherub, just entering into this world. Devarro urged the wide-eyed

statue onward.As the journey neared the gates, the creaking of the drawbridge was heard by the locals

dwelling and working along the nearby merchant filled center street. Several dropped their workand rushed to see the rare occasion of eastern visitors. The wall gardens, full of vibrant greens

and springtime hues, hung from inside the citys outer walls in terraces of flowered colors. Asunflower yellow path from the drawbridge led the adventuring pair lower into the depths of

Amphora, infamously known to Devarro as The Jade City. The walls were overgrown withvines, but even in those places where the tangled vines could not reach, emerald tinted

translucent glass buildings stood proud and grotesque in the darkening sky, scolding theeveryday citizen for his everyday deeds.


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Several guards were hesitant in allowing the demon to enter beyond the city walls andquite a few showed their violent tempers with vicious stares and heated threats. Devarro

remained unfrightened throughout the length of the winding journey to the Kings bedchamber.Throngs of city-goers busy in their own tasks, animating the lowest levels of the city .Deep

inside the palace an air of magic wisped its way into Devarros nostril. Some wizards work is

close by, be wary. The King, lavishly draped with rich purple fabric and with large amethystjewels hung from his meaty neck on thin golden strands( just awakened it seemed), hushed theirqualms with a raise of his palm. Enter messengers from the East, I AM KING MARCOS

RULER OF THE GREAT JADE CITY! the words echoed through the adorned halls ofthe space, Please have a seat, King Marcos bellowed once more and motioned his guests

toward the lavishly prepared hallway to their right.The King was large, round, and jolly, yet somehow he had amassed immense power in

this city and over his citizens. His chubby wind burnt face wore a short, thinly grown, roundedcurls beard to match the receding much curlier brown hair atop his weathered head. I was not

aware that messengers were being sent but here you are. King Dimeas hasnt remembered hisbrothers to the north in many thousand cycles of the tri-sun. (His voice drifted from his own

attention as he recited his lost and meaningless speech) My Guests, a fond welcome from theFresh Jade Emerald, Do tell me. Come follow me into the question room for a little excitement

and/or flair. He sucked his breathe back into his throat with an obnoxious suck. He then quicklyu-turned to the left, leaning his legs further out from his upper body in quick fashion and exited

the door directly behind him. The king, from this point on proceeded by about six ankle highroyal servants who were each followed by six additional servants behind them struggling to keep

the rich and heavy purple fabric of the kings long and grossly abundant cape from brushing theextravagant green marbled floor. (The building length train of his violet gown overcame one of

the struggling servants and he toppled beneath it for a few moments.) Devarro looked sharply atthe quick moving figures and noticed their eyes had been gouged brutally, few wounds still bled

in trickles.The servants scurried along the sparkling bands of intelligently woven gold. Back and

forth it swept. It spiraled the guests across the sleek green floor of the entranceway and into ahuge dome-ceilinged room. Lavish Amphitheater seats surrounded a magnificent rectangular

table, fully spread from end to end with juicy plump meat on plates of thick gold. The roomunited several other hallways. (Of thus consisted the whole of the bedchambers. Several other

similarly furnished spaces Im sure.) The golden weaving changed as the guests crossed the longpath to the center table, morphing, so deftly morphing, and cryptically winding itself along the

floor witch continued to weave in and out in no direction at all, shining and shining, brighter andbrighter, it became. The shine blinded for a moment as it intensified to the point where sparks

popped and flew across the narrow and shadowy bridge. The light radiated into an even morepowerful yellow glow, Allistar believed his thin eyelids would melt down his face. Allistar and

Devarro both cover their eyes with their hands and followed the servants between the twoopposing sides of glowing light.

The yellow radiating light flicked off as the procession reached its end at a long handcrafted hardwood table. Along the topside a thin yet vibrant gold web of flawless paint tangled

itself. The center of the web (and the room as well Allistar noticed) was located beneath theKings private plate. With the intense yellow light gone, and after a period of time dedicated to

ocular healing, well lit marble walls adorned by layers of hanging green curtains of varying hues,Devarro noticed the opposite hallway covered by a equally exquisite lone purple rolling drapery.


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A small opening unconcealed only a small view inside but Devarro could easily make out theornate golden bedpost and plush comforter. Devarro wondered just how much of the kings

work was done behind those curtains. (But dont trust him, he never met a king he liked and hadthe tendency to see the worst in them as a whole.) In the center of the webbed table was an aged

into black, bronze sculpture depicting the king, grand in masculine stature, wrestling an ill-fated

lion. The king himself drew their attention with his eyeless servants eager to pull their sireschair out for him, scurrying across the sleek floor. He sat, legs crossed, slouched backwards, atthe far head of HIS table. Never in danger of losing the power given him by royal surroundings

(one he, no doubt, held dear), this heavily detailed mosaic of stained glass was before him inplace of a the golden-leaf plates set before everyone else; Just one more thing to elevate him

beyond grossly lavish and into his own echelon of decadence and pomp. As the three of themwere seated and comfortable, twelve withered and narrow shouldered men in flamboyant jesters

costumes flew in from behind the lone purple curtain. Each took their seat noisily and withoutnoticing the Allistar or Devarro filled their crystal glasses with a pink sweet smelling liquid

poured from the white clay ceramic pitchers on either side of the center-statue. My guests, letsget down to the tedious business and have it away with. What do you come to King Marcos

asking for?" the deep booming voice careened about the halls before making its way intoAllistars head.

We've come to ask for assistance. As we speak, the demons are crawling in feverishhordes eastward. It is heard in the winds that Torrence will be the first target. With all of our

resources spent at the eternal struggle we have too few soldiers left to defend our city. Can youlend us a strong fleet of soldiers to stand against the shroud of darkness?"

The king smiled from ear to ear beaming with pride as he did, Do you see these heroicknights whom you are presently dining with? The king seemed unaware that the band of men

surrounding him were dressed as fools and behaved in its virtuosity, the perfect fools to makelife light for their happily deluded leader. Yet Allistar noticed with his way that he had always

peered, that there was something hidden from the surface, a true face, one of a valiant andinfinitely courageous knight yet unfulfilled and lost to the outside. Some spell stood in the way,

eliminating the stresses of the dark times upon the planet. Devarro could smell the falsehood ofthe scene before the two. As fools and braggarts they had appeared, yet prisoners they were.

What devious trickery dwells here? he spoke in a whisper along the wind piercing Allistarsear.

These men will go with you home, King Marcos continued above the mingling voicesunaware of the message, and they will keep your precious city a bastion of peace. The kings

boasts were unending in the praise of all things beneath the umbrella of his control. Allistar tooka quick moment to glance around the feast table at his city's supposed knightly rescuers.

Somehow he would have to get through to them, do something that would split the faade intwain. Part of him wanted to crash his plate to the floor and shake each and every one of them

screaming but inches from their face Do you not see! Can you not hear! Devils are bearingdown on our homes. Even now the pestilence of the demons takes our livestock and threatens

poison through the corroded soil. Horrors have become the new norm. Things have much furtherto fall, and demons have just a little further to march until they crush us underfoot. These men at

the table were nothing but beer bellied jesters with more ego than skill. Allistars ungrateful eyesmet with Devarros fearful stare. Both thought the same. These men are the finest I have. They

were trained by yours truly long ago. I have no doubt that they will keep Torrence quite safe andsound from the invading wave of darkness.


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Well, that settles the business boredom portion of our evening, the kings demeanorchanged pleasantly as he spoke the words and his thin pink lips curled into a wisplike smile.

Please, friends , stay here as my guests tonight and tomorrow you will begin your journeyhome. After all, you wont want to miss the rest of our evening: Exciting things are scheduled

and we love including our newcomers in on all the big fun. The king switched subjects

awkwardly as if the next idea rammed into the first somewhere along the vicious unavoidablerails of King Marcoss unyielding engine, (which could be heard barreling endlessly away,shaping the deeply warped minds with its distractions, desperate to keep the reality of life far at

bay.) The next portion of the night will be devoted the beautiful unadorned human figure."Deep lust filled his guttural caverns and flashed in a bloody red filter behind his eyes and he

licked his lips thoughtfully. Enough debate. It is settled. Take them to their rooms. He turnedtoward Allistar and Devarro, meeting them eye to eye, You shall enjoy our greatest welcome

here at the Jade Palace. Call the wurms should you need anything. He looked at one of theeyeless wurms grunted from his throat once, received a timid slave-like nod in reply, and

continued his conversation with his new friends. As I said before no amount of grandeur shallbe spared for your stay, and you may be here for as long as you like. If you would, please, follow

the wurms to your room.The two passed many rooms on many different colored levels before they reached their

own. The two were given opposing rooms on either side of a bright white hallway of theexquisite glass palace. Allistar relaxed in the beds wondering about the strange place he had been

welcomed to. His eyes examined the features of the room: a lace curtained four-post bed, a royalsized purple tiled bathing corner equipped with a golden underground tub, walls made of well

polished wood, rows of tall dark bookcases deep with tomes of knowledge. Time elapsed as heexplored the open room.

Meanwhile, Devarro had exited his room across the hall and walked down the whitehallway toward the stairs connecting the themed halls of the jade palace tower. They were given

rooms on the fifth floor colored white; he passed the fourth, third (yellow, green). He continuedbeyond the second colored blue to find the first floor done up in vivid purple. Creeping silently

as he went down the hallway, searching for an exit, so as not to be seen. Along the purple wallsdeep in the contorted heart of the Jade Palace, He found a small unbarred window just large

enough for him to squeeze his body through, and landed outside the green glass Jade Tower. Thecity was eerily quiet at the twilight hour, as he walked along the streets, streets that had once

been crowded with peddlers and shoppers, beggars and thieves. Without seeing a single being hearrived, far outside the tall stone city walls. He stopped to set up a campfire in that place between

the hills, hidden from all directions. Devarro crossed his legs closed his burdened eyes andmeditated by the feeding fire. He awoke to the sound of Allistar walking in from behind him.

Couldnt relax in there either?No I could not.

Something has got me a bit twisted inside. I do not see how we need aid from the north.Many young and strong battalions still await their chance to defend the polis. Our eastern force is

strong and full and our resources undiminished in even the slightest degree. We dont need thesemen even if they were decorated veterans of war waging, how far from the truth that is, Hah.

This journey has quickly become a wasteful one.It is a curious situation, Allistar; I have a different query in my own mind. Of all the info

I have never heard, from my own place along the path, any news of our city being chosen ahead


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of the north. How could, King Dimeas hear of such a decision? What dark connection must hepossess?

Im going back into the city to explore around some and see what I can uncover.Allistar bounded into the night air and was skyward. He landed on the walkway atop the citys

exterior wall. From there here paced around the city watching and waiting for some event that

would catch his attention. As he walked high above the drawbridge, he saw a beautiful femalewarrior ride swiftly across the drawbridge below and into the city. Her rustic leather armorflapped to reveal a slim blade foreign to Allistar, her long auburn hair whipped in the warm

spring winds, the intense expression on her perfectly crafted face told Allistar that she was in ahurry away from something cataclysmic as well as much more. The lady of the foreign blade

rode through the city streets clapping her beasts hoofs along the cobbled roadway incessantlyscreaming through her worsening throat. DEMONS! The shroud is nearly upon us! DEMONS!

Demons are coming, citizens of Amphora prepare yourselves, lest we all be scattered to thedarkness. DEMONS ARE COMING! Allistar turned in the direction of Devarros campfire to

see his demonic partner effortlessly scale the gray stone wall all the while gripping his walkingstaff. Allistar flew to the air in search of his mysterious maiden, but she had become lost in the

citys growing confusion. Panic had wrapped its contagious claws around the populace withinminutes of the maidens warning. Within seconds the eerily quiet streets became screaming

trampling riots of wide eyed citizens. Allistar swooped down low into an abandoned hall. Luckyenough it had once been used as an armory and there Allistar found himself a hefty broadsword.

He grabbed the thick steel blade by its solid handle as well as the wide wooden shield beside it.Back up beside Devarro, they stood waiting and watching for the coming storm atop a

nearby guard post along the high defensive wall. A squire feverishly began to ring the call toarms bell as a multitude of beer bellied jesters filed out of numerous clustered households.

Throngs of unclothed male and female angels stumbled from the palace exits hoping to coverthemselves with their articles. Some continued their lustful acts amidst the busy streets. The

rotund men of the northern fortress armed themselves sluggishly at nearby weapon smiths.Bowmen mounted the perimeter walls while the swordsmen accumulated just inside the city

drawbridge.When the demons come, you will smell the rot first, then you will hear the wailing, and

finally you will feel the ground shake. These are the signals of a demonic attack. By the time yousee them; they will have already defeated you. Devarros experienced words were chilling.

Allistars nerves began to show as his first true battle loomed somewhere nearby.Devarros calm mentality slightly comforted the great angel. He spread his wings and raised his

sword, pointing it straight into the heavens, some lost gratitude shined inside him.Shading memory cells

The shroud crept over the hillside to be met by a volley of arrows. Arrows struck demonsby the hundreds only to be trampled by the thousands of demons in the beyond the frontlines.

When looking at the pulsing mass of grotesque deforms, Allistar could not differentiate groundfrom demon. The ground itself looked alive and on the move. It was as if they were one with the

ground and with one another; an immense pile of limbs flailing out of unison, and drooling withbloodlust. A demon wall of their own, Allistar mumbled to himself in awed understanding.

Soon the demons reached the city, and by the hundreds they scaled the walls at ablistering pace. The six armed bodies rolled right through the angelic archers. Allistar and

Devarro stood in ready stances just behind. Allistar saw, out of the corner of his eye, Devarrorelease blades on either end of his wooden staff. The two were thrown into action in hardly time


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enough to breathe. Back to back they fought off the intruders, slaying dozens upon dozens of thedark creations. The demon monk spun his small body around swiftly severing three limbs along

with it. Three at a time he cleared a way through the groping demons with deft arcs of his bladedstaff, he became less of a demon and more like a terrible tornado slicing its way across the

enemy flooded terrain. Allistar thought to himself for a moment about the possibility of Devarro

fighting for the demons and shuttered at the gory consequences for his kin. It brought him longenduring strength and energy to see such a great warrior standing with him (and not against).The wooden shield Allistar clasped to his left forearm was heavy and thick, making it

useful for charging and smashing foes. With his shield just ahead of him and his broad sword inhis dominant right hand the great angel was an unstopping forward speeding force. Demons

caught him along his sides as he rushed past, yet none of the attacks could prevent the greatangel from continuing his assault through their force. Allistar stopped somewhere along the city

streets, a place he had never visited to catch breathe he looked to the city walls to see anundiminished force of darkness bursting its way through the heavy drawbridge and overtaking

the waiting warriors. At that time the foolish beer bellied men who rounded King Marcosfeasting table rode out on large white stallions to defend their king, their entertainer. They met

the demon fighters head on, and to their own credit, they fought almost as well as they drank andfooled, but this was still not enough to save them or the city.

~To this day, nothing has ever been enough~

Within the hour King Marcos of the Northern Realm was taken by the demons from his

very quarters. The invaders carried him on their huddled limbs from his den of lust, ruining theebbing activities, and delivered him into the hollow darkness. Possessed with the pain of a love

lost, he climbed through the stairwells to the heights of the tallest jade monument (there stoodthe stone-crafted Colossus of Amphora, huge in stature, with his book of studies in his left hand

and his short sword held tightly in his right; Maintaining a proud defensive stance) and threwhimself down to his ran-sackers hungry brethren crowded in undulating waves below. In a mass

of feverish ravenous rot, his flesh was devoured and nothing was left of the king, foretelling thesoon fate of the city.

All was lost for the northern city of Amphora, but still Allistar and Devarro fought on.Out of places to fall back to, Allistar knew the end of the fight was approaching. He knew there

was no chance of eliminating the onslaught of demons before they overwhelm the two,suffocating them to death as thousands of tearing mouths crowd the shrinking body. In the

seconds before he lost everything, Allistar looked far in the distance, out into the crop fieldssurrounding the city. He saw the female warrior, the one who had first warned the city,

surrounded by ravenous foes. He flew to her as fast and hard as his massive wings could allowbut it was to no avail. He was seconds too late. The valiant female warrior fell underneath a

towering wave of gruesome bodies, and then she was gone. Allistar could no longer see her. In aplace near to where she was taken her arm shot up from the moving pile and Allistar would

swear it waved in her direction. They had not eaten her on the spot but dragged her away,probably toward home. They must have seen some use in her. A tear slide down Allistars cheek

as the girl was pulled over the hillside and out of his view.Focusing back on his own battle, he saw the full force of the demon army looming,

threatening to crash over him. Before the demons could descend upon him, his companionDevarro leapt from his nearby rooftop and plunged staff first into the crashing swell of demons,


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sending them and him over a ledge. The quivering pulsing knot of limbs and sharp teeth crashedinto the ground with Allistars rescuer somewhere in the midst of it. Allistar followed the knot

over the ledge and after falling part of the way; his wings caught the whipping air. He floated,hovering close to the ground as he searched for Devarros small body. He spotted something that

might have been his companions red cloak and plunged into dust cloud of the crash as covertly

as possible. Among the still falling rubble he scanned where he thought he had seen Devarroamong his groaning immobile brethren. From the floating smoke a thin strong arm reached tograb Allistars ankle. Allistar pulled his leg from the strong hand and was ready to strike it right

off should it threaten once more, but to his surprise the hand fell lifeless abruptly and beside it ademon with a red cloak stepped forward into view. Allistar picked up his small

companion/recent savior and as the smoke began to clear and vision was restored to thespreading demonic riots he flew up into the sky toward the tri-suns so as to be hidden within the

blinding light. Devarro lost consciousness in the great heat.

~A light in the far distance guided them to their next destination. A small and quiet townwas revealed to the escaping adventurers. They became hidden to the demons within the Silent

City, Calimet. (I heard it was near the northern fortress, but you didnt hear that from me)~

When Devarro had awoken he was flying high over the terrain, moving westward. He looked, hiseyes still getting accustomed to the intense bright, to see who or what was carrying him and

instantly remembered his companion, the angel Allistar.Hey up there, what did I miss?

We are headed for the village up ahead. You went under just before I grabbed you and escapedto the skies.

Well, thanks friend.I owe you thanks as well, so well leave it even.

Allistar touched down in a small alleyway, he set Devarro down beside him and beganhis scan of the new surroundings. From the entrance to the alley, Devarro recognized a humble

cottage. Together the two went inside the simple home. Inside the humble cottage Allistar tooknote of the incredible furnishing. All about him were ancient devices, and most were of curious

uses unknown to Allistar. There were skeletons for study on long analysis tables in the back ofthe room. In the center of the large open room an inexpensive brown mat covered the wide

space. At the center of the tattered brown mat was a long dried stain and upon the darkest of it abook with no title was placed. Allistar opened the ancient book to the first page and read. A

being is purposed by that beings own actions. An action is driven from the desires of that being.A being is purposed by that beings own desires. Change your desires/change your purpose. A

library of additional books from many strange writers shelved high up on a far wall led to a lonerailed stairway and up to an overlooking second floor balcony. Three doors on the indoor

balcony opened to three separate rooms; each equipped with a thin brown mat of its own andbare except for the square window in the ceiling of each room providing the only light.

Allistar and Devarro calmed their selves from the pace of battle and fell deep intoslumber within the bare second floor rooms of the humble cottage, one home that Devarro knew

wellYour tongue gets you into a lot of trouble doesnt it? Master Riley said with his

dry demanding voice. His throat was harsh but each student knew that it wastough from concern. His tan burlap shirt tucked well into his much darker brown


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cuffed pants. Your youth and anger betray your good nature, there is conflict inyou. Fate battles desire. You are well aware the reward for your lack of

discipline. The fight was won, the victory already placed in your hands. But it wasabout more than that to you, wasnt it? There is the tiniest bit of darkness beyond

my vision; I have witnesses IT this day. Tiny IT may be but IT has the terrible

ability to hold you, enslave you, for a moment and today that was all IT needed torend this school apart. That piece of darkness has left your mind now fleeing toyour minds recesses; here you are betrayed and alone. IT has forsaken you to the

consequences of the blowing wind. Leave my sight and finish your work!Devarro left his just master and stepped up the stairs dejected and hollow he

closed himself in his room to deprecate himself.Master Riley turned toward the gruesome scene staining the carpet with its

seething penetrating crimson and black in memory, black like the evil deedcoloring it upon the minds eye. A pupil had been carried from his place of peace

tonight, and a student was responsible. He knew the young demon wasinstrumental in lights battle with dark in some unknown pivotal way. So he

worked with him day and night sharpening his intellect, and dulling his anger,which proved a challenge during the first important months. He centered the

maturing demon with the art of the blade. Devarro meditated with an equal inMaster Riley. The tutelage and friendship lasted until the reborn Demon Monk set

his path on the outside world and its newness.

The next morning they woke and were met downstairs with a large breakfast made forthem by an old hobbling man, the same soft-spoken mentor of many wise men welcomed them

with a strong withered voice. Good to finally see you here once again, my son. He helpedhimself with is cane across the floor to Devarro with open arms. It has been much too long. Any

friend of yours is a welcome addition here. The hunched old man eyed Allistar quickly, I havewelcomed an angel or two here, but never have I seen a wingspan as broad and magnificent as

yours.I am extremely grateful to you for the roof over our heads and this great meal for us. My

name is Allistar; I come from the eastern fortress of Torrence along with Devarro to seek aidfrom Amphora. But the twisted city has since been ravaged by the shroud. I fear Devarro and I

two of the three survivorsThe three hungry men sat equidistant around a circular table. The meal restored their

energy to its fullest. The two different journeys met in that one place and for that moment thestorylines twisted once around each other; giving birth to an unfinished circle.

-Every circle finds its way complete: Every one. In this time of the angels, circles havebecome a symbol of first principles, those smallest pieces consistent to all things of substance,

which cannot be broken down further, thus they are the only true invincible existent-Allistar, unconcerned with the present conversation between old friends, had become lost

in memory recall.These events do not make sense King Dimeas asking for help from the

north for fear of an attack but coincidentally the attack comes to the unpreparednorth. Had we reached Amphora a day earlier the north would have had no way

to defend itself. I do not presume to know what happened, but the fact is thatanother angelic fortress has been pulled down. Whats worse? Torrence stands


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alone against the full focus of the demonic force. I do not wish to see my homeransacked by these insatiable mouths, my kin harvested of their lifeblood.

Who was the other survivor, my son? The old monk Riley inquired of Devarro; Allistar wasshocked out of his mind and quickly lashed to the present at the mention of the female warrior.

She was taken by the swarm of demons, Devarro replied with a glance at his dreamy

eyed companion.Allistar could feel his connection with her pulling stronger as she was taken further andfurther away. I must chase down this demon horde and rescue the captive damsel. I cannot

allow her to be in their possession. He looked toward his demon friend, I feel our futures tied tothe future of this captive.

I feel it as well, Devarro grabbed his crimson tattered cloak off his chair back anddraped it long over his slender defined shoulders, but first, we return to the East. We cannot turn

our backs on Ethos last bastion of hope in its fight to illuminate the shadows. Torrence nowstands alone atop a crumbling foundation with the war drums marching nearer. Allistar agreed

and prepared himself for the journey home as Riley filled their satchels with leftover food andclear jugs of fresh well water.

Riley watched the two set off toward the eastern traveling road, he saw the outline of theangel Allistar with his huge outstretched wings and long locks of golden honey blowing strongly

in the twisting wind. An old prophecy flashed to the forefront of his mind; one he never thoughtwould manifest itself, one he had sorted as hopeful ramblings of the downtrodden. Running up to

catch his leaving travelers he shouted, still pleasantly sounding, That woman you referred to,the final survivor, did she have fiery bronze hair, and ride a fully white horse with a mane of

pure black.As a matter of fact she did.Allistar replied.

What kind of weapon did she wield? The ancient monk inquired secondly.It was some sort of foreign blade, with a long curved blade and a grooved handle-grip, it

mustve been custom made.It is custom made, Allistar, the wandering beauty who at one time did live here in

Calimet, is Corianna. She went rogue from her home here long ago. She was once even the townprotector for a time that was when I crafted her unique blade. It is entirely attuned to her

vibrations. She is a great warrior as well as an enigmatic soul. The demons must have taken hercaptive in order to lure in the one they fear most. Riley paused knowing this would invite many

more questions.Who do they fear? Allistar jumped in.

They fear the one chosen being that can destroy the demon father and alleviate thisworld of his shadow. Prophecies have told Corianna that she will fall in love with the angelic

savior since she was a child. I believe it is the reason she searches the land over and again, she isholding her heart in, waiting to find one worthy for its destiny. Whomever she may choose to

love, may he be the right one. The monk continued elaborating on the angelic prophecy. Thechosen one is a legend passed down by the angels since the arrival of the demons. Perhaps it is

just a measure to keep the demons on their toes, perhaps not. The demons sure seem to be afraidof their ever-present foe. Signs along time ago predicted his birth in the East. This is the reason

that the demons are preparing nothing less than a full forced attack for Torrence. It is the lastpiece of their conquest. Until a force large enough to take on anything is created, no demon will

set foot in Torrence for fear of provoking their unnamed foe and showing the chosen one theirown fear. They fear the prophecy is alive and walking amongst the citizens of Torrence. Riley


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smiled on their fortune of escaping the invasion (Devarro supposed he smiled for another reason)and embraced his visitors one last time before urging them off on their next journey. The two

turned back down the hillside.Allistar, you must hurry and rescue Corianna! were the last words they heard from the

old monk as they strode further down the long dirt path back toward the Eastern Realm.

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