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Sommaire 1 Chronology of the Eredan Universe 2 History of the World 3 THE EREDAN SAGA 3.1 ACT 1: FALLEN FROM THE SKY 3.1.1 Journey 3.1.2 Camp 3.1.3 Storm 3.1.4 Confrontation 3.1.5 Execution 3.1.6 Vengeance 3.1.7 The Monster 3.1.8 The Death Of Prophet Chapter I 3.1.9 The Death of Prophet Chapter II 3.1.10 Chronicles of the King 3.1.11 The Seal 3.1.12 The Calling 3.1.13 The Precious 3.1.14 The Runic, Chapter 1 3.2 ACT 2:THE CRYSTAL'S SONG 3.2.1 The Crystal’s Song 3.2.2 The Curse 3.2.3 The Ordeal 3.2.4 The Runic, Chapter 2 3.2.5 Plots 3.2.6 Omen 3.2.7 The Ball of Courtiers 3.2.8 Death and Rebirth 3.2.9 Abandoned 3.2.10 The Ambassador 3.2.11 The Mummy 3.2.12 The Awakening 3.2.13 The Crow 3.2.14 Tempus Fugit 3.2.15 Manual, Chapter1 3.2.16 The World Tree 3.2.17 Manual, Chapter 2 3.2.18 Restored Honor 3.2.19 Unlocking the Shadow 3.2.20 Adventure 3.3 ACT 3: DAZZLING ILLUMINATION 3.3.1 Dazzling Illumination 3.3.2 To the Edge 3.3.3 Mutiny 3.3.4 The Nehantist 3.3.5 Festivities 3.3.6 Peace Treaty 3.3.7 Regency 3.3.8 The quest for the Thunder King 3.3.9 Battle of the Stone,part 1 3.3.10 Battle of the Stone,part 2 3.3.11 Chronicle of Kotoba: Jian Qiao and Sen'Ryaku 3.3.12 The Search for Stone Eater 3.3.13 Resurgence 3.3.13.1 Chapter1 : Dimizar 3.3.13.2 Chapter2:Zejabel and The Mirror 3.3.13.3 Chapter3: Prophet 4 The Guilds 5 The Guem World

Chronology of the Eredan Universe

• Approximately -6500 : Solar and Guem engage in a devastating battle against each other within the void of this dimension.

• Approximately -6000 : Solar implodes and becomes the sun, while Guem becomes a planet. The Universe is created and life starts on the planet Guem.

• - 6000 to -300 : Civilizations rise and fall. The creatures inhabiting Guem evolve..

• - 300 : The first of the Giant Crystals uncovered by the natural erosion of the planet are discovered.

• 0 : The Xzia Empire and Imperial Calendar are created.

• 20 : War breaks out between The Xzia Empire and Draconia. Draconia emerges the victor..

• 29 : Magical effects begin to appear creating great catastrophies throughout the land.

• 31 : The war against The Void begins.

• 33 : The Kingdom of Bramamir is consumed by The Void, leaving behind only floating islands hovering above the black vortex.

• 34 : A Coalition of Nations is formed to fight the common enemy, but is not enough and is defeated. Prophet comes forward to spread the Dragon's words. These words are heard around the world, calling forth Heroes.

• 35 : The Kotoba, the Noz' Dingard envoys and many other Hero guilds are created.

• 36 : Eredan, the Guem Guardian is discovered by several heroes of differing nationalities. With the help of the Guardian, the heroes are able to trap The Void in the South of Draconia, creating a forbidden zone and ending The Void war. The Guild Treaty is signed, recognizing the independant status of Guilds and thier members.

• 85 : Death of Gaumatta, King of Yses, start of the Grand Tournament (Start of the Eredan GT storyline)

• 105 :The stone fallen from the sky , Several guilds meet at the impact zone (start of the Eredan iTCG storyline).

History of the World

In the depths of time, the two gods: Guem and Solar confronted each other in the void of this dimension. Solar imploded to become a sun, Guem transformed itself into a planet. Life started on Guem, this is how the world started. Then came the erosion that shaped the mountains, valleys and plains and made huge crystals emerge from the ground that are said to be magic. One of these crystals, a huge blue gem, would eventually become the city of Noz'Dingard, the holy place where the dragon appeared to the Guemelites.

Later, while many civilizations appeared and disappeared , the Xzia Empire made its stand. The Empire was led by a cruel and greedy conqueror. With the ambition to expand his Empire, he engaged into a twenty-year war against the Draconians of Noz'Dingard. Draconia was aided by the power of the Dragon and eventually won the epic battle. It was some time after these events, in the year 29 of the Imperial calendar that many disasters occurred around the world, all nations were attacked by creatures from the depths of darkness and powerful waves of magic tore the land into pieces. This being called “The Void“ attacked all the living creatures in Guem. Even allied with thier former enemies, the armies could do nothing against this terrible enemy, the great armies of the world could not overcome The Void.

This is when a man called Prophet spoke the Dragon’s words: « There is no Evil without Good. Evil has risen, it is time to search and find Good. » While these words spread accross the world, many heroes emerged, searching for someone who could fight The Void. Guilds from different Nations sprang up when all these heroes regrouped, amongst them the Kotoba and the Noz'Dingard envoys.

In year 36, the most destructive war finally ended. The heroes eventually found the one true savior: Eredan, the Guardian of Guem. All together, they managed to shut The Void in an area south-east of Draconia. The Guardian vanished after this final act. The guilds, which had acquired the right to independence, gained influence and became the main political actors in all the world of Guem.

Many years later, during the Grand Tournament to choose a successor to the King of Yses, a large stone fell from the sky in an area disputed by the Xzia Empire and Draconia. To retrieve the magic stone, they will compete on the very spot where the blood of many heroes had already been spilled. The Xzia Empire sent their most ruthless Kotoba warriors and the Draconians Sent their famous Noz'dingard envoys. This is when a strange unknown guild by the name of Zil made their appearance. What nobody knew, is that the mysterious person hiding behind this guild was none other than ...

THE EREDAN SAGA

ACT 1: FALLEN FROM THE SKY

Journey

The Kotoba had been traveling for a few days now. They had left Okia, the farthest village from the Imperial capital but also the closest to the Tomb of the Elders. The place where the stone had crashed was not too far away now, a two day walk at the most. They had crossed the great gates of Ji built by their ancestors to lead the dead to the world of eternal rest. In this they had broken the treaty between the Empire and Draconia. But it mattered little, times had changed and their victory on the foreigners had made them confident. Or so they thought ...

The roads through these long forgotten lands were more than vague paths and a great sense of sorrow and melancholy could be “felt” in the air, it was a feeling that very few words could describe. Amaya was ahead of the group, scouting the area for any potential clues when suddenly she noticed footprints.

Amaya: Hold! Look over there! The young lady pointed towards large smoke not too far in the distance. Shyly, Aku walked slowly towards the Imperial Lord.

Aku: I think I know who it is...We have nothing to fear.

Soon after, the Kotoba arrived at the site well armed and ready for any ambush, however two mysterious individuals were waiting for them. One dressed in costume and face makeup and a huge muscular well yes... fat monster..

Young Iro: Kyoshiro! Okooni!

Gakyusha: Ha! Well well well, I suppose the Kotoba is now complete or nearly... It’s a good thing you are here my friends.

Kyoshiro, the smallest of the two walked towards the group and saluted his leader.

Kyoshiro: My Lord, we saw the meteorite crash not too far from here and I just knew you would come all the way here.

Sen’ Ryaku suddenly grabbed Kyoshiro by the throat

Sen'Ryaku: A bonfire, wow...that’s really subtle guys.. I mean really, Why not invite the dragons for dinner while you are at it!

Kyoshiro stared at Sen’Ryaku straight in the eyes for a few seconds and sighed.

Kyoshiro: They know we are coming. Don’t underestimate them.

Camp

The Noz’ Dingard had set camp at the bottom of the large stone fallen from the sky. Zahal, Eglantyne and Moira had left to explore the area to look out for their eternal enemy: The Kotoba. Meanwhile, the rest of the group discussed quietly. Prophet was sitting on what seemed to be a comfortable traveling chair patting his pet dragon: Kounok. A few steps away were Anryena and her grand son Aerouant. Aerouant was fascinated by anything that concerned his family and could not wait to hear his grandmother’s knowledge on the matter. Physically, Anryena looked like she could be Aerouant’s big sister. She had the beauty of a young woman and the knowledge of an elder.

Aerouant: You are Prophet’s mother aren’t you Anryena? So this means you are my Grandmother. But Prophet never told me who his father was.

Anryena: My child, your curiosity is natural. Tis perfectly normal to wonder about your family line. There are secrets that your father has kept from you... he should of told you a long time ago.

Anryena glanced at Prophet with resentment, Prophet stared back in a very cold silence.

Anryena: I am the daughter of the Dragon and Zaina, the first Witchblade. Aerouant felt like he was struck by lightning, it was now obvious, he was the Dragon’s grandson! Still sitting comfortably in his chair, Prophet listened to his mother in silence, eyes closed with a slight grin on his face.

Anryena: I had two children, your father was the first. The second...well, the most surprising thing in all this is that your uncle never was human...

Aerouant: Kounok !!

Anryena smiled in shock, she admired her grand son for his wit and enthusiasm. The small dragon stared Aerouant straight in eyes with respect.

Anryena: Concerning you, Dragon descendant, your mother is no other than the current Witchblade leader, the venerable Naya. But... Prophet and your mother have had their differences in the past and they haven’t spoken to each other in years. Only their respective duties require them to mingle.

Prophet: Mother, that’s enough ! This doesn’t concern him... at least not directly...

A little further on, Alishk seemed to be lost in extreme focus. Since their arrival here, he felt something strange with this stone fallen from the sky and tried to analyse his own magical senses to understand this immense magical gem. But he had struck some sort of energy field that was beyond his understanding. No one could touch the stone. It provided a soft yellow light that filled the exile of the Desert with protective energy.

Boy: erm...Alishk? Do you feel anything?

The small boy seemed shy and was wearing great big glasses.

Alishk: Strangely I don’t feel any negative energy yet I also suspect this to be a meer facade. You should maybe try yourself, Pilkim.

Pilkim: Yes, you're right ....

Storm

The wind was blowing through the branches of the Ancient trees in Murmur Forest. Moira, Eglantyne and Zahal had gone around the edge of the woods exploring and scouting the area when suddenly the youngest Witchblade sensed something.

Moira: We have company. People are hiding not too far ahead.

Without a word, Zahal made a swift military gesture giving the sisters the go ahead to explore the area. The Witchblades were fast, in an instant they vanished into the dark woods. The Dragon Knight closed his eyes for a few seconds and dashed through the dark forest in an instant.

On the other side, The Imperial Lord had sent Tsuro, Amaya and Ryouken on a delicate mission to find some crucial information about the Noz’ Dingard envoys. The three Kotoba ventured towards the enemy’s camp. They saw the Dragon Knight and the two Witchblades heading towards the forest. This was the perfect opportunity to gather information on these strange individuals whose fame had reached the ears of the Emperor. The two trackers did not speak with their voices but through different gestures and signs, they could then communicate in silence and follow the envoys. Well hidden , they never did think for a second that they would be caught by beings from an inferior race. Amaya, still a novice in the Art of discretion was seen by the Noz’ dingard women..

Masters of invisibility. The Zil warriors had spied on the Kotoba for a long time. They had spotted their target.

However, Telendar never acted without making sure that he had all the right cards in hand.

Telendar: Soriek, Ergue, Bigrage, go to the forest and kill anyone you meet on your path. The young man then turned towards Marlok.

Telendar: You master elements, don’t you?

Marlok: That’s correct. But it’s been a while since..

Telendar: I don’t care. Do what I ask.

The mage obeyed his leader without resistance and placed himself on the edge of a cliff. Marlok started murmuring strange words that seemed to be incantations of some sort. In a matter of minutes the whole sky was filled with clouds, violent winds smashed the land and Mumur Forest. Marlok tried to focus the best he could but unfortunately lost control of it, this liberaed extremely violent forces. Lightning tore the sky apart and tornadoes could be seen all over the land. The mage was embarrassed by his mistake but Telendar seemed to love the fact that this so called mistake gave them a huge battlefield advantage. The young man smiled with delight and shouted from the very essence of his soul:

Telendar: Brothers, gather round, no retreat, no surrounder, that is Zil Lore, Show them hell!!!!

Confrontation

The storm was at its peak, Murmur Forest was now a battleground for the different guilds that traveled to see the stone fallen from the sky. The Envoys confronted and observed the Xzia. Either party judged the strengths of the other. Up until a certain point, the Trackers had an advantage over their opponents. Their discretion was unmatched, the two Witchblades and the Dragon Knight had a hard time keeping up with them .However, an unexpected event occurred disrupting their face to face...

Amaya the Tracker quickly but quietly grabbed her weapon. She was only a few steps away from Moira the Witchblade, there was no doubt in her mind that her trick would work . Amaya took a deep breath and pounced in the air to strike her opponent but whilst being in the air, she could feel some sort of wire tied to her ankle, before she knew what had happened, she was trapped in a tight net. Moira heard the sound, turned around and smiled like a hunter who had just captured his prey.

Moira: Well well well, It seems the mouse got caught! Amaya: Get me out of here you Witch! Moira: Wh.. haha I wasn’t responsible fo th...

The Witchblade stopped laughing immediately after foot steps were heard not too far away, she turned around and saw her sister running at full speed in front of her... Eglantyne: Get down!!

Eglantyne jumped right over her sister, weapon in hand.

Meanwhile, Tsuro observed the situation from a safe distance, he couldn’t leave his most promising student in the hands of these WItchblades. Taking advantage of the fighting situation, Tsuro climbed the tree where the net was tied too. Once Tsuro reached the top, he ended being face to face with a large strange green looking creature who stared right back at him with big evil eyes.

Creature: SSsssSss don’t touch silly fly or I will cut your tongue!

Tsuro jumped and kicked the creature in the face with all his strength , the creature fell but flipped back on his feet to the ground with ease and then vanished in the depths of the forest. The Tracker cut the wire holding his student and pounced back on the ground ending face to face with the creature once again, this creature was called Bigrage. Tsuro: I don’t know who you are, but you and I we already have a problem... Bigrage did not answer. She was indeed plotting to occupy him so that Ergue could hit Tsuro hard and fast. However, they underestimated Tsuro. At the same time, Amaya had just freed herself from the net and pounced on Ergue before he had time to strike. Seeing that his plan failed, Ergue threw his circular weapon towards Tsuro. Tsuro was suprised by the speed of it but managed to dodge it at the very last second.

Eglantyne et Moîra slowly stood back up in their traditional combat stance. This presence was close and they could feel it. Suddenly, a huge blue-skinned creature came out from the bush. The creature called Soriek rushed towards the two sisters. Eglantyne tried to hit him fast as she could but the creature warded off her blows.They were in trouble and they knew it, but just before Soriek could strike them both, Aez appeared from nowhere and paried Soriek’s attack with his sword in one hand, back turned. Aez was facing the two Witchblades and gave them a smile of confidence, Zoriek was then suddenly propulsed miles away from the conflict spot.

Execution

While the first confrontations were happening near the border between the Tomb of the Elders, Draconia and the seven Kingdoms, Lady Jane was already at that time head of a special mission given to her by the Temple of Precades. The Temple was multi fonctional, it served as a convent, hostel and a hospital as well, the temple was constantly frequented by travelers or residents of the neighborhood , most came to seek medecine or simply stayed the night before heading back to their travels. Indeed, the nuns of Precades were recognized for their unwavering faith in their god: the goddess Mera. The young woman had grown up in this place, loved by her sisters. She followed her own destiny: to help one’s neighbor. She had found her place in this hostile world ...

Woman: Jane...

The young woman was praying in a small vaulted room where she liked to take refuge from time to time. The voice was that of a woman. The voice was gentle and warm but completely unreal. She froze as this presence was already very familiar, but Mera never intervened directly in the life of her servants. She did not move an inch in fear that her presence would go away.

Mera: Jane... I’ve been observing you with great interest

This revelation was like a gift from the heavens for the young woman, tears were dripping on her hot cheeks, red with huge emotion. She said nothing.

Mera: Jane... A task awaits you where the stone from the sky fell. Go and never forget that I will always be with you.

She thanked the sky for this gift. But Lady Jane did not expect this task to arrive so soon... This ethereal surreal scene quickly transitioned into a harsh and violent reality. Jane felt a cold metallic object against the back of her head.

???: Time to die...Any last words before I blow your brains out?

This distorted and horrific cold voice could only come from one person...The Mystic Slayer. The young woman went from one extreme emotion to the other, she went from ultimate happiness to ultimate fear, fear for the Mystic Slayer. Indeed, The Mystic Slayer had built a certain reputation for himself for many years now, his executions were always disturbing and very theatrical. He pressed on the trigger with determination but the outcome was slightly unexpected. A light magical barrier protected Jane and the bullet bounced right into the Mystic Slayer’s Shoulder.

The Mystic Slayer’s rules were simple, if an execution fails, it was time to retreat, no questions asked. In a split second, the Mystic Slayer pounced through the church window, this attracted a lot of attention for pedestrians of course. The situation was getting worst for the Mystic Slayer, the only people who saw him were either dead or simply on the verge of death.

Mera: Follow him, Jane !

Mera's voice echoed in Jane’s head. Not being very agile, she ran as she could to get out of the temple. Those present quickly realized what had happened because the girl still had a shining halo of divinity. They beckoned her and showed her the way that the assassin took. Jane was very confused and shocked. Lots of questions came to her mind, mingled with excitement and fear. The trail was easy to follow. The assassin had left many blood stains behind. The trail led her straight to the Tomb of the Elders. In the distance, the storm caused by Marlok poured its rage and, unfortunately for Lady Jane, the legendary assassin was heading straight in that direction. The injury to the latter seemed more serious than he thought.

Mystic Slayer: I must find the other one, he will help me stop this bleeding and dissipate this cursed theurgy that is gnawing me.

Half of his clothes were burnt and part of his helmet was broken, letting out a long black hair ...

Vengeance

Not much more was needed for the Noz’Dingard Envoys and the Kotoba to battle each other. The Storm had served as a pretext to accuse one another. The Draconian Camp was savagely destroyed by this ancient hatred. But more and more, as the battle went on, Prophet felt that this storm was not the work of the Xzia. The magic used resembled the one practised by some Noz’Dingard apprentices. He decided to end the storm so that the dragon magic would no longer be disrupted. The rain ceased, the wind ceased, and the uncontrollable magic vanished. It is in this precise moment that Aku was released from the seal that held his fabulous power. The thin sheet of paper blocking Aku’s magic was torn and burned in an instant. Aku landed on the ground and immediately summoned Akujin who mewed with pleasure in seeing him again. And for good reason, the Flawseeker had had a grip on Aku since the first day their paths had crossed.

Aku: We are free at last my friend.

Man:Are you certain of that?

Aku instantly recognized the voice of his old master. Toran was standing before him, his eyes full of revenge. This was a timeless moment where teacher and apprentice were sizing up, then opened the hostilities.

Akujin started the fight with extreme violence and forced Aku to merge with him to become Akutsaï. Toran was waiting for this moment for years. He would finally avenge his family, killed by Akujin’s arrogance and ignorance. The old man’s tattoos then began to move out of his body in a spectral appearance. Both Tsoutaïs threw themselves against each other, exchanging extremely violent blows, the area resonated by the sound of the violent strikes. But Akutsai could not take over his old master. The fact that Toran had two Flawseekers made him an equal opponent. Akutsai hid in the ruins of the Tomb of the Elders, this was an ancient fallen city of the Empire, ravaged by Wars of the Old times. Toran had planned it all, His plan was perfect and his revenge unstoppable.

He had pushed his old student to follow him exactly to this place. He had prepared a unique Tsoutai ritual that once served to defeat the beast. Everything was going as planned. He had trained for this moment for months. The two rivals could be seen in the old town center face to face. Night was falling and hours seemed like minutes. Toran suddenly fell to his knees, his eyes staring the floor. Akutsai: Hahahaha ! So... The powerful Toran at my feet. How does it feel to feel so useless and weak? Do you wish to join your friends in the underworld? I will free you from your misery..

Toran moved his eyes and stared right into Akutsai’s eyes.

Toran: Free me? You are mistaken, it is Aku that I will free.

As night spread its cloak of darkness on the Tomb of the Elders, two Tsoutai spectral shapes appeared in front of Akustai, pale as ghosts.

Toran: Recognize them ? They have come for you Akujin, they have come to fulfill my dearest wish. In your fury and your influence over Aku, you have forgotten to call upon his knowledge. See for yourself my ...friend.

Toran pointed towards the ground. Akutsaï looked with discontent and suddenly recognized those he had killed years ago. The ground started to shake and strange complex shapes gradually appeared. All happened very fast, the two Flawseekers caught the monster from each arm. Toran started the ritual, he whispered strange words whilst closing his eyes . The magic stunned Akustai who started to feel great pain all through his body. The two Flawseekers pulled the arms very violently, as if they wanted to tear them like a piece of paper. The pain was too unbearable. Akutsai now knew what was happening to him. After a few minutes, the two entities separated again. Aku fell on the ground, knocked out. Whereas Akujin struggled to free himself from Toran.

Toran: Akujin, I banish you from this land. I cannot kill you but I will trap you forever. I am breaking the influence you have over Aku.

The old man unrolled a scroll on which thousands of symbols had been drawn. The latter began to emit a red glow. Akujin screamed as he disappeared, sucked into the scroll. All became very quiet and Akujin’s screams were just meer echoes that could be heard accross the land. Toran bowed to the spirits who had arranged a magic barrier during the ritual.

Toran: Thank you, you can finally rest in peace, you are now avenged.

The Monster

The fights were devastating Murmur Forest. Ergue and his comrads in arms were struggling against Tsuro, Amaya, Eglantyne and Moira. The wind was breaking branches and the leafs reduced visibilty for all the warriors present.

Cornered, The Zil warriors no longer relied on the element of surprise but on their greatest asset: Ergue. Ergue grabbed a purse of leather and untied the old rope holding it together . Pure white powder evaporated into the air forming into mist and began spreading the whole area. The wind stopped and the sun broke through the treetops. Soon, the fog rose, hampering visibility for the Trackers and the Witchblades... Meanwhile, Ergue had begun a exotic ritual. He was one of the rare people who knew a unique secret kept by old inhabitants of a remote island. Drum sounds were heard, they were slow at first but then became faster and faster. Moira and Eglantyne felt that something unusual was happening. A strange magic was at work here and it did not please them one bit. As soon as the myst appeared, the two trackers engaged in a Martial stance, making signs and speaking in their native tongue. Obviously, they suspected a dirty trick from their enemy. And they were right. Ergue, safe from enemy eyes, performed a very peculiar dance. Soriek and Bigrage did not move a muscle whilst the hunter ran around them as if he was in a trance speaking strange primitive dialect. Suddenly, the fog vanished. The three individuals were no more, instead, we could see a perfect hybrid, a huge terrifying green skinned giant with sharp claws.

Monster: It’s Showtime!

The terrifying voice was a perfect mix of Ergue, Bigrage and Soriek. The beast pounced and ripped a few trees off the forest as if they were simple dead branches. A real sense of worry took over the monster’s opponents. Tsuro: Amaya, Kaidan! Prepare yourselves, don’t underestimate him...

The young woman looked at her master with surprise, she knew that her master never spoke randomly and that this situation had gotten a lot more dangerous. Amaya did not hesitate one second. A scary colored mask suddenly appeared in her hand. She instinctively put the mask on before vanishing in the blink of an eye. The Witchblades also reacted quickly. Moira stepped in front of her sister and started spellcasting her weapon. Her sister followed by praying.

Eglantyne: O Dragon, please give us the power to defeat our foe. Please let my sister’s soul and I be in harmony.

Suddenly, the creature appeared right in front of them.

Monster: HAHAHAHA ! You should of ran when you had the chance! You are done for!

Tsuro: That’s what you think!

Just like his apprentice, a mask suddenly appeared in his hand.

In a quick move, Tsuro put the mask on and threw himself towards the monster.

The battle began, but this time the intensity was quite different! The true battle had begun and lives were now at stake. The offensive of the Abomination was formidable. The beatings by Tsuro and Moira just seemed like meer mosquito bites. Very quickly, the monster took over. Moira was breathless and had very little energy left. Tsuro deployed his true Tracker Art, but alas his specialty wasn’t aimed against monsters. A few minutes later our heroes were on the verge of collapse. Wounded and tired, morale sank.

Moira: Eglantyne ... Can you do this???!! We are done for if you can’t!

Moira felt a familiar energy, the Dragon. Her wounds were closed again. Her will and courage to overcome this abomination were revived. Eglantyne stood beside her sister determined as ever, blue smoke in the form of the dragon suddenly surrounded the two Witchblades. Their swords flashed a blue light and were suddenly as light as a feather. The ladies threw themselves on the monster who screamed at each brutal slash.

Meanwhile, Amaya also had finished her preparation. She had engraved tracker symbols around all nearby trees. Her master noticed this and immediately put himself in the appropriate Attack stance. An ideogram in a circle appeared on the floor below him. The symbol flickered a few seconds and disappeared suddenly. In a flash, the old man struck the abomination with incredible speed and strength. Each blow made the creature fly. Eglantyne pounced and grabbed the monster by the foot and violently smashed the creature to the ground , the Tracker barely had time to dodge the slam. In a fury, Moira plunged the blade of her sword into the monster’s back, Abomination screamed in pain. Tsuro took advantage of the situation and used a particular technique inherited from the great masters of his family. He touched many neuralgic points hoping that this creature was constituted like a real human. And, miraculously, it worked. The abomination fell down on the ground, a white mist escaped from its body, soon after, we could see the three Zil on the ground... unconscious.

The Death Of Prophet Chapter I

The night had covered the Tomb of the Elders with its cloak of darkness. The Noz'Dingard envoys and the Kotoba had gone their separate ways. The ancient art of weapons training was at par with the legendary magic. The fight had lasted all day. Calmness and stillness had returned to the region. Or almost... For in the shadow, dark plans were being discussed... The same words constantly echoed in Telendar’s mind. “ Kill the Prophet”. Indeed, the mysterious man had not chosen the Zil randomly, he selected people who had no remorse, specialists in assassination and cunning moves. Our Zil leader had killed many times before, taking undisguised pleasure every time. The plan was simple: Divide and hit harder. The first part of the plan was performed successfully. Ergue, Soriek and Bigrage were sent to create a diversion. This gave Telendar the opportunity to analyze his enemies and know all their weaknesses. There would be nothing to fear from the Kotoba as they had set up camp on the other side of the stone fallen from the sky.

Silene smiled to her sister

Silene: I cannot wait sweety! We will have so much fun ...

Selene: I hope so! Telendar promised us some real action!

The young man scratched the back of his head as if he had no clue what was going on...

Telendar: Oh Yes...I said that didn’t I...

The two sisters looked at each other puzzled by Talendar’s reaction.

Telendar: Can you hear it? The sweet melody of death? Tonight will be remembered forever. Our children and their children will remember the day we demonstrated true Zil strength. We will show these insignificant guilds what we are made of and prove to them that they are worth absolutely nothing... Blood will be spilt and History will be made...

Telendar paused.

The man had never spoken like this, making his speech the more powerful.

Telendar: Remember what I told you? Get their attention and lead them astray as far as possible... I‘ll then do what I have to do.. Marlok’s first offensive shouldn’t take long now... You two better bloody focus... understood?

The two Guemelites responded in delightful harmony...

Sisters: “Yes sir”!

The two sisters sprinted towards the Noz camp.

They arrived in what was left of the Noz camp, indeed, the storm has practically destroyed everything. The tent sails flapped in the wind, and most of the Noz belongings were scattered in the mud. The young Pilkim could be seen picking up his precious scrolls. Pilkim entered the guild not long ago thanks to his incredible magic powers, he was nevertheless a young student and youth clearly was his weakness, spatial awareness wasn’t exactly his best trait either... lost in thought, he suddenly bumped his head against a rock.

Pilkim:- OWWW! Who did that? What the hell???!!!

Pilkim suddenly realized he had knocked his head against a huge old and dirty crystal golem!

Pilkim:- Waouu! ! A...crystal.... golem

The boy immediately sensed that something wasn’t quite right. And for good reason. A shadow appeared in his back..

???: Hi kid, you lost?

Pilkim turned around and immediately cast a spell that created a great wall of ice. This stopped his enemy from reaching him. The boy knew that this man was no other but the traitor: Marlok .

Pilkim yelled from the top of his lungs:

Pilkim:- MARLLOOOOKKKK !!!

This is when Silene and Selene made a surprise attack on the camp followed by Marlok and his golem.

The expected effect occurred, total chaos reigned in the camp! The rage of the sisters and the power of the mage completely destabilized disorganized draconian troops. Anryena quickly spotted her former apprentice and took it upon herself to deal with the traitor. Marlok, seeing the offspring of the dragon coming towards him drew back a little, keeping in mind that the goal was to keep them as far away from the target as possible. Aerouant, Alishk and Pilkim struggled against the two guemelites. Taken completely off guard, the spells went off from all sides without touching the sisters once. They devastated the camp they had just put in order adding devastating flames to the mix. After a quick chat, the Noz'Dingard mages organized themselves and took over the fight. This is when Silene and Selene chose to fight seriously as well. The two sisters had the unique ability to transform into a single creature that very few people got to see: The shadow. The surprise was the actual size of the Shadow , its appearance was disturbing as well. It resembled a snake with a woman’s bust with four long arms.

Meanwhile the Zil leader approached his victim during the Attack. With great dexterity, he scratched the victim’s back just to merely get his attention. The Zil assassin slowly took a few steps back so he could lead Prophet into his trap.

Prophet: I see...the vultures are not far! Aaaaa...Pure Zil cowardliness is somewhat legendary!

The Marauders answered by a quick attack and vanished.

This angered Prophet who immediately began casting powerful spells while moving foward. Telendar dodged every single spell facing his opponent while stepping back. This little game lasted the time needed for the trap to work. Indeed, It was in a closed area that would happen one of the most terrible tragedies that would forever change the destiny of the Zil and the Noz'dingard envoys.

Prophet: It’s over little rat! cried Prophet with satisfaction.

???: Do you really think so Prophet...The blood of the Dragon flows in your veins but blinds you with pride...

The voice came from someone above the scene, all dressed in black.

Prophet: You! shouted the mage angrily...

Prophet: I thought people like you had disappeared forever!

???: Never say never ...

The stranger dropped a gem that was quickly picked up by Telendar. Prophet opened his eyes with shock at the sight of this item.

???: See...now you understand, half-dragon, that for you, death is inevitable and is the only way out.

Telendar then struck with full force at incredible speed. Prophet replied with a powerful lightning spell but the stone around his opponent’s neck protected him.

Then came the fateful moment when the Marauder's claws plunged into the mage’s chest. Blood flowed ...

The Death of Prophet Chapter II

Under the gaze of the Unknown, Telendar threw Prophet’s body on the ground and finished him by sticking a claw to his throat.

Thus fell Prophet.

???: You were once a valiant opponent, a lot has changed since then... boasted the Unknown man.

The dragon felt a sudden rupture between him and his Prophet, wounding him deeply. All the Noz'Dingard Envoys felt that something serious had happened. Their semi-collective mind warned everyone of the disappearance of their leader. Anryena was the first to react. Her first feeling was not sorrow, but incredible anger.

Aryena: What have you done cursed Zil !!!??? What have you done !!!?? UUUAAAAAAAAA!

Her appearance suddenly changed. Her human traits became reptilian. Wings pierced her clothes in her upper back. Kounok also transformed into a large Draconian dominated by extreme rage.

Kounok: RUUUUUAUUURRRRWWW! You will pay! The dragon dashed towards the Shadow with great determination helped by Pilkim who couldn’t hold his own tears.

Aerouant took some time to recover. Besides the filial bond, he had a very special link to his father because he they were extremely similar. It was he who had introduced him to Draconic magic and cristalomancia in which he excelled. His heart sank when after a quick glance around him, he did not see the Prophet. All this wasn’t a dream. Without a breath, Areouant exploded. Using all the magic that he possessed, he had only one wish: to be with his father. The voice of the ancient dragon could suddenly be heard in his mind: "As you wish.... Instantly, he found himself on the scene. Prophet was lying there lifeless. Areouant embraced his father in silence with all the love a son can feel for a father. Tears couldn’t be avoided.

Telendar: Oh daddy! oh daddy! hehe Would you look at that? Daddy’s little boy is “ere to come and play!

???: Kill him...

The young man had his back turned on this assassin and remained silent, he suddenly turned around and stared Telendar down with the eyes of a blood thirsty killer. He vented his anger in an explosive attack. Crystals appeared on the mage's hands with some new body armor protecting him. Telendar was very surprised by this and slightly worried. The black stone heart only protected him from spells cast towards him. This Noz’Dingard was very different from Prophet. For one, Aerouant had only one thing in mind: to destroy this vile creature to dust. But Telendar knew how to defend himself and his speed was incredible. Arouant then noticed the stone necklace hanging around Telendar’s neck and everything became a lot clearer.

Aerouant:A black heart stone...

He had never seen one before, but thanks to his cristalomancia talents he knew he could do something about this. He appealed to the power of the area. Slender and gigantic crystals came out of the ground in an deafening earthquake. Telendar smiled and loved the fact that his opponent was preparing something big against him and that he had little chance to avoid this attack. The stranger who had been observing the scene from the start lost his grin.

Aerouant was specialized in Crystals and Stone hearts. The one that Telendar was wearing was corrupted and it had to be removed. The crystal barrier protecting Aerouant captured the magic contained in the disintegrated crystals, this focus suddenly shifted on to the black stone heart. The Zil Leader howled with pain and held onto the stone as if it were indeed his heart.

Aerouant: I'll set you free from the clutches of the insidious one and you will pay for your murder!

The stranger suddenly rushed towards Telendar and snatched the black stone-heart from his hands. On the back of his free hand, he quickly drew a incantatory shadow spell that plunged them them into impenetrable darkness. Shortly after, the shadow dispersed as well. Unfortunately for Aerouant, his opponents were no longer there.

Aerouant: Cowards, the Noz will find you wherever you go!!!

The enemies were gone, anger was replaced with sorrow. Anryena who had just given the shadow the beating of a lifetime dropped to her knees near her son’s body and gently caressed his hair with great love and sorrow.

Anryena: Let me take you to the Dragon my child, your spirit and body will become one with him. Anryena turned around and gently smiled to Aerouant.

Anryena: While waiting for the new Prophet to manifest himself, you will lead the Envoys, understood?

Before Aerouant could even answer, a halo of blue light spread around them and disappeared very suddenly leaving the Noz'Dingard leaderless and Aerouant plagued by sadness, anger and doubt.

In the distance, Tsuro and Amaya had quietly observed the whole scene and made their report to their Imperial Lord .

Tsuro: My lord, The leader of the Noz’Dingard is dead, he was assassinated by a sly Zil.

Very silently Gakyusha drank a sip of alcohol and gradually opened his eyes. A glimpse of nostalgia could be seen in his eyes.

Gakyusha: The Envoys have no leader, we can consider the stone ours. However, I am saddened that Prophet was killed by treachery. Let us honor his memory for The Prophet was our most worthy opponent.

Chronicles of the King

I Aez was once the Prince of Avalonia, now I am king. But, for a time, I wandered like a lost soul, a prey to an infinite thirst for revenge.

I was the first son of Mirion.I was destined to succeed him when the time comes. Unfortunately, a tragic event prevented me from taking the throne. A few years ago, as a custom for all the princes of the seven kingdoms,I had to stay for two years in other royal families. I chose to study in Valdoria with whom we maintain excellent relations. Our respective parents also promised me Myrie, their youngest daughter. Nothing could get better than that. I was almost part of their family and the knowledge was invaluable to my future reign.

But then came a fateful day. While I was training in the courtyard, a messenger came galloping. He wore the arms of my family. He wore a black cloak, a sign of mourning. Did something happened in my kingdom? The good man does not notice me and rushed straight to the throne room.

Soon after, Myrie came running to me with tears in her eyes.

- Aez ...The King of Avalonia ...your father.

She stopped, falling into tears.

- Well? Speak! What’s going on?, I said my heart drumming.

- He joined your ancestors...

This was like a stab right in the chest.

I went immediately Avalonia to learn more about this story. My mother greeted me at the grave of my father and she was weeping. she told me that my father, receiving a massage that the Xziarites crossed our border,Because he supposedly insulted the Emperor himself. Then there was a fight between him and a young warrior. My father was killed and the sword of the five elders was taken. The Xziarites left taking the precious blade as a trophy.

Indeed, the custom for becoming King of Avalonia was to wield that sword. The sword that was forged by the 5 ancestors over two hundred years ago and was used by the first of our kings. Without it is impossible for me fulfill my destiny. so went on a quest to win back the sword. I left the reins of power to my mother and she became regent. Then I went around the world in search of what I own rightfully.

Three long years passed, three years of wandering trails and paths that lead nowhere. Who were these Xziarites? I went through much of the empire without anyone ever seeing the sword of the five ancestors. It was when I left the Empire that the stone that fell from the sky crashed nearby.

There, a conflict erupted between several guilds. I never quite paid attention to these groups as of now. But is it by chance or it was finally time for me to get my revenge; I finally found the thief of the sword. But it was a young man of fifteen years. How had he managed to defeat my father? I watched him for a few days and I understood. His art of handling the weapons was awesome. I myself could beat him! The fate he were bent on me that I can be worthy of the Iro! In addition, he was not alone. He was surrounded by warriors, well; all of them seemed as formidable as each other. However, not being a coward, I went to their leader and I defied Iro.But the fight was cut short, I was too slow and too heavy in the armor, my plague did the brushing. I will not tell you of this shameful defeat.

I was desperate; Avalonia became an open land in the Grand Tournament. Then I met an individual who allowed me to become what I am today. I will always remember that conversation.

- There is a time for everything a time for sadness, a time to act and a time for revenge.

It was a strange little man, sitting on a strange contraption floating above the ground.

- Who are you? I told him. Don’t you see you’re bothering me?

- I see it. And I know that you grieve and thinking of restoring your honor.

At these words, he added, handing me the gesture a round object with needles.

- What is this?

- This will allow you to get what you want. He’ll have to be smart and think carefully about what you do. Exploit the weaknesses of your enemy.

- Why are you doing this for me? you do not know.

- I know. Let’s just say that we do not yet know of it yet. Anyway! In exchange for this, one day I will come to ask you something very important. You’ll remember the debt that you have for me and you will accept.

It was all very puzzling. I had seen so many odd things in my travels, but this one exceeded all of it. I was offered the opportunity to prove myself. I accepted.

Immediately, the hands of this object began to rotate at a high speed and everything around me fell out. I quickly lost consciousness. When I woke up, I was not in the same place, but to my surprise in a great city that turned out to be Xziarite Merag the imperial capital. Why was I sent here? Of course, my opponent came from there, but he was miles away from here. I saw a crowd of people who seemed to be celebrating something. I asked a man in the crowd. he said that this was the passage of Iro, the champion of the Emperor, who had again managed to defeat a great fighter. I looked around to see if this is the same Iro, and indeed it was him. But his appearance had changed. He was now much older than me. Impossible!

I tried to understand the situation. So I was in Merag, probably in the future. And now, what should I do? I asked about Iro, because i don't know much of him. The information i got from the people allowed me to plan my revenge.

A few days later, I finally had a plan. So I went to the Imperial Palace and stopped in front of the guards.

- Im, Aez Prince of Avalonia, I came a challenge Iro, The champion of His Majesty the Emperor of Xzia.

The guards were surprised. Then one of them went right in. A little later, a man, apparently a servant, came to get me he brought me in a big room that I recognized as the throne room. However, I noticed a something particular. There were hung on the walls of many weapons, primarily swords. My heart stopped for a moment saw the blade of my ancestors. There, in the middle, iro was waiting .We were surrounded by courtiers they are slanderous about me, condemning me to a quick defeat. Obviously he did not recognize me, to my advantage.

- I accept your challenge, and I would offer this victory to the Emperor. This should be completed fairly quickly; he said with a smile that spoke volumes. People around him laughed. Since I am challenged, I choose the blade as a weapon for the duel.

- Having no sword, then I can choose one among them, I said, pointing to the walls.

- They will not help you win; these blades are from those who lost against me.

I went there, without much hesitation, I went looking for the sword of the five ancestors. When i found it i was overcame with happiness. The ancestors were there, they were waiting for me.” Avenge yourself," they whispered.” Avenge me, my son!” That voice, I had heard over many years.

Galvanized and confident, we were able to give a good show to these people.Iro, in turn, would fight with no armor, just with two swords. He rushed at me with dexterity, but this time the situation was different. I knew some of his shots and, most importantly, I had the sword. I parried his blows. My defenses were impenetrable. For his part, he managed to parry my attacks as well.

- Well this is an enemy that is worthy of me!

Iro then changed position and placed his sword in a parallel. One pointing towards me and the second in the other direction. A fighting technique! I shook my sword so forcefully, muttering prayers to my ancestors. The blade began to emit a green glow, then burst forth flashes of the same color.Iro rushed at me, and I too rushed, shouting with all the contained rage that I had before. A large green light blinded everyone and when our eyes were handed over, Iro was down. I had won. My shield was cut in half. But one of his swords was broken.

I turned to him and said:

- I am Aez king of Avalonia, and you will forever live in shame of this defeat.

The Seal

In another time and another place.

King Gaumatta had passed away, leaving Yses in chaos of a big tournament. A few miles from the capital, Guedenot returning from a tour of the region's markets to sell the few crops that remained after the various taxes. Along the way, the turning to the woods of Moshat, the merchant heard a noise in his cart. He discovered two creatures dressed in rags, The two looked like they're starving. The merchant, having a philosophy too never left someone in need, whether human or not, and human, these two were not.

- Although Guedenot came to see better what was going on. gosh, creatures of the forest, we rarely see here. come here so I see you better.

Although frighted, the two creatures wanted to discover more, leaving their hiding place they emerged in the feeble sun of autumn.

- Damn, you two little scarecrows. How old are you? Where are you from? Do you at least understand me?

The larger of the two was a hom'chai and the other it was an Elfine, smaller than his companion; she had long hair and pressed something into his frail little hands.

- Well I'm going back home, I will let you come with me as well. Hide yourself down there, he said, pointing to a cover.

They did not ask anything and crept in becoming two bumps under the wool. The dealer ran a few miles separating him from his village thinking about what would happen to the two travelers. In this part of the kingdom were legion superstition and racism towards all that was not normal was very strong. When they arrived night was already falling on the fifteen houses that made up the village of Herberonde.Nestled in a forest, the inhabitants were mostly loggers and harvesters of honey sap .All that came from outside was seen with apprehension for fear of misfortunes happen in the small community. Guedenot put his cart in order to get children into the barn without anyone seeing them. He hid them between two bales of straw.

- Stay here, I will return, do you understand? Don’t go out.

The children huddled against each other, casting glances over their new environment. The merchant went to his house where his wife and two children waited impatiently for his return. He was welcomed as it should after several weeks of absence from the joy of a reunion. He then explained his meeting with riders and announced that he wanted to help them.

- are you serious! Do you realize the risks involved?

- Of course I know, they are children, Mewëen, children! Do you want to abandon them to a cruel fate? The woman hesitated, and then turned abruptly to the chimney. She peered into the crackling flames, after much thinking she accepted, she could not leave children as well, even if they are not human.

- Okay, let's see what they look like our guests. Since that day the two Eltarites, because this is was the name given to the creatures of the forest became new members of the family of Guedenot.The villagers were at first fearful them but over time they grew fond of the two, and time continued his endless race...

A few years later.

The constitution of hom'chaï and elfin was incredible. The two of them grew up at a fantastic speed the Elfine the size of a teenager, and the hom'chaï already exceeded most of the toughest lumberjacks. Moreover, it is natural that he was useful in the business there. At that time they were called Elaine and Gaherhis, two names are typical of this region of Yses.They had learned the customs and language to fit better but some people never seemed to want to approach them or talk to them. But that does not bother, they understood that they were anyway, not at home, and would probably never do. One fine spring morning, when the festivities were prepared in honor of a wedding, a big man arrived with two knights. It was the lord of the land, which from time to time inspects villages. It was chance that brought him there; it's the same chance that the lord met the two adopted Eltarites. The reaction was immediate. The Lord was furious that his villagers did not tell him about them and wanted to punish the village chief and Guedenot.Elaine and Gaherhis intervened, the Knights responded quickly and attacked the Eltarites.The hom'chaï was seriously wounded in the face, the Elfine furious of what happened attack with a blade which is made of strange amber. This particular object had grown at the same time with the elfine and was just a knife when they first arrived there, now it looked like a nice curved sword. When the blade hit and wounded of her opponent, the blade is turned red to her astonishment. All of this ended very quickly. With the help of the crowd along with Elaine and Mewëen, was Gaherhis dragged outside the town to heal its wounds. Unfortunately for him, he would be scarred for the rest of his life. At the heart of the forest, cluck have struck again at the door of Eltarites.Two miles from the village a small band of acrobats had settled there.Mewëen implored them to take care of them because now they could no longer reside in the village. Thus they joined the Zil warriors.

Today.

After the coming of the Unknown, the two companions had followed the other Zil warriors.Eltarite of their nature they are more resistant to the madness that prevailed the Zil.Shortly before their arrival at the Tomb of the ancestors they decided to split in to groups and make a detour through the rainforest to the north. It was one of the few places not visited before because of the legend of the creatures that live there. Abyssien had warned them that their research can lead to disappointments. Growing up in the company of men had plunged them into a culture very different from that which should have been theirs. Night fell on their makeshift camp in the distance the light emitted from the stone fallen from the sky lit up the clouds.Bloodsword and Faceless were lost in thought, staring into the distance. The silence was broken by a clearing of a throat. The two zil warriors jumped.

- I ...I'm sorry to bother you. I am a bit lost...

Bloodsword examined the newcomer who had a rather strange, especially the whites of her eyes did not deceive, and she was blind.

- Can I move with you and enjoy your presence for that night?

This meeting was something unusual, Bloodsword wondered how this person had come so far, alone and blind.

- And you are right to ask such questions.It is true that when we last met you were very young.

- What do you speak, roared Faceless, what do you know about us?

- I know all of you, I know who you are, I know your story. Bloodsword took out her blade.

- So you know you'll have to tell us everything!

The young woman with white hair pushed the blade aside with her parasol.

- Yes, do not worry, I'll tell you. She said with a grin. But first let me settle down.

- What is your name?

- A name? Well here they call me the Apostle. I do not think it's very feminine, but I accommodate.

This name does not tell them anything. She moved close to the fire , waiting apparently to be asked questions.

- Who are we?

- You are lost, two children who have a destiny in the history of this world. You get the answers to the people living in this forest she said, pointing to the direction of their destination. But to find them, you should first figure out how to enter the territory Eltarite.

- You said you've already met us before. Tell us more.

- I see you are smart, yes I have crossed, I have placed you on the road to Guedenot, you remember him?

- Of course yes! Faceless said in a strong hoarse voice.

- Why did you not take us and brought us to your home?

- And be raised by a blind woman? Well, I could not.

- Let. So you were talking about us, tell us how we can go home.

- Actually I could, but I do not know if they really wish to see you back, you are very different from "real" Eltarite.

- You should know, you say: I would tell you everything, so go ahead, what is there. The apostle marked a moment of reflection.

- The entrance to the forest is a door that is actually right next to here. Because most of the people only see a green wall. Only people like you can see it as it really is and most importantly, open it.

- Well now how do we get there? Bloodsword encourage each other. Faceless take your stuff, we will go find it on our own. And now the two Zil departed, with the hope of seeing their fellow men.

- Thank you for helping us cried the Elfine who was walking away. But where is it exactly?

- Trust your instincts! You will find it!

After the guests left the Apostle was alone before the fire. A tear on her cheek.

- Why did you force me to lie to them? How do you want me to light them back if I bring those lies and deception? What I have done will change forever the fate of the inhabitants of this continent. Faceless and Bloodsword walked an hour in the dark of night; it was a long time since they had felt such joy. Long years of searching finally rewarded .Finally they came to the door, it huge and majestic. Glyphs are written down vertically on each of two leaves that compose it. With the approach of Eltarites, enrollment began to shine. Instinctively Bloodsword and Faceless and placed themselves in front of each one of the lines of glyphs. Together they laid a hand on the first of them. A dull thud was heard as a kind of "crack" and then moved off the door... The glyphs ceased to shine; the door was open to the Infinite. She faced away from the forest, but on something else.Bloodsword and Faceless and quickly realized that this was not a door to home...

The Calling

The stone fell from the sky at a high speed; the rat race was to end in the Emerald Desert. But this was not the case. It came crashing in the middle of the continent, said in a neutral, where great battles had taken place before: the Tomb of the Ancestors. The rock as big as a house attracted the attention of nations. Their leaders all believed that a great power would be granted to those who have control of it. The first clashes had resulted in the death of the Prophet, the betrayal of Telendar and the victory of the relative Kotoba...

The Xziarite camp was quiet. The day before, members of the Guild celebrated their "victory" and farewell to a valiant enemy: the Prophet. The sun shone with a rare intensity, not a cloud was stained blue sky.Asajiro, which was on duty, watching the countryside with all the zeal which he knew to show. He walked away humming away from his compatriots, intrigued by the famous stone that fell from the sky that attracted the attention of many people. He approached it more than he thought. A huge ray of sunlight struck the rock, blinding the Imperial officer at the same time. When this happened, Alishk while in meditation could not believe his eyes. The beam struck the stone with incredible power, but he could see no magic in it. He had felt nothing like it. He quickly woke up the other envoys.Aerouant not sleeping, unable to forget the misery he had just witness.He also sensed something "unusual". - All this tells me nothing much,The mage whispered looking a the desert. - I agree. What will we be facing this time?

For its part, Kryss, who cleaned the organ, stood there open-mouthed at the sight radius.Abyssien, which was beside him, shook his friend's shoulder.

- What’s wrong?

But for all answer the musician showed the stone fell from the sky, muttering incomprehensible gargling.

Nassaafaraa oukt naass oukt nassaaafaraaa...

- Do you hear that voice Aryhpas?It is very clear and soft. Saphyra was a young woman who traveled the world in search of knowledge of the various existing beliefs. She had heard of the cult and the temple of Mera PRECAD and it was therefore made.

- Nah, I hear nothing what did it tell you?

The creature who had spoken was none other than a porcelain doll that she carried with her. Was she alive? She believed so.

- It calls on people in a language strange, but I know the meaning. People are coming not far from here. Let’s go fast. I want to see who they are.

Nassaafaraa oukt naass oukt nassaaafaraaa...

For miles and miles away was the desert Emerald. Here no tree but the sand out of sight from which flow vast emerald crystals. Despite this, a civilization has managed to dominate the environment hostile.Mineptha is the capital of a people who, when not living within the walls of this city, runs through the desert in search of scarce commodities and stone sun used to make jewelry and precious objects. Next to the royal palace, was the temple of Sol'Ra, their tutelary deity. The outstanding feature of this place was that most of its component parts had no roof so that sunlight is present throughout the day.Iolmarek, the high priest of Sol'Ra Ahlem and praying in the courtyard when they heard the words in turn.

Nassaafaraa oukt naass oukt nassaaafaraaa ... Seek out that this was meant for you. The infidels are trying to take it. Punish them as they should. At that time, something hidden in them awoke.

- Alhem, you leave with Aziz and those nearby, while I meet the others.

- Although the high priest, I'll fetch on. What are your orders for the infidels? Should I take your disciple?

- Yes of course it is the journey. As for those you meet there, they put themselves through on your way they are then placed into the condemnation of Sol'Ra!

The next day a small group left quietly Mineptha and set off to reach the tomb of the ancestors.

The Precious

Do we not say that at night all cats are gray? It’s a proverb that our young thief is experimenting on often as possible. A few days before, Helena had a pipe, according to information that it would be the coup of the century. An index had told him that he was told that the famous treasure of the legendary pirate captain Gol'denaï was found by the white government of the Islands and would soon be exposed to the public before returning to the national funds. The Treasure of Gol'denaï! Incredible! Not only the history of this famous pirate was transmitted between the various crews off-the-law, but its value was priceless to the eyes l treasure hunters and other thieves. Helena could not miss this unique opportunity to seize it. It was too tempting. She hastened, as this news spread as fast as a ZIAF (very shy bird) with the wind at your back. It might not be the only instantly. So here it is Pierrevent, the capital of white islands, a place where the dizzy could slip and fall into the vortex. Because these islands were not shipping, but air, that, following the great war against Néhant.

The plan was ready, tied up; she left no room for chance. Her genius was at its height. Obviously nothing happened as planned. And in retrospect, none of his plans had worked well, because just the chance always intervened. Bad luck or coincidence? Dusk, the first part plan: Disable magical protections. No problem on that side. The alarm, a 2.0 Cristagard presented no problem. A little powdered gem mirror and the case was played. Then she climbed on top of the tower with his faithful enchanfilin: a very thin rope, very resistant. Perfect, no one had seen, he was to pass the guards.Easy! They were just two to monitor an ancient treasure. The government of the islands was either white or stingy did not know the famous Helena! Dummies! The petzouille was a rather special animal, barely bigger than a kitten with a trunk and an option popular with high-flying thieves. Indeed, when petzouille eating sunflower seeds, he began to inflate like a balloon. It was enough then, thanks to an ingenious mechanism invented by Larcen, grand master thief to get into a room to release a soporific gas very quickly. The two guards fell asleep, in the showroom. A trunk, large and coveted, sat in the middle. Strangely no magical system was there to protect it. Nothing surprised her. Click! The trunk was open. The bright eyes and a heavy heart she opened it and ...nothing! Empty, the chest was empty! Dragon by the horns! A trap? No, obviously. A piece of parchment materialized then, surrounding a crystal cachemin, an object that thieves use to leave messages for them. Above, only a few words: "I have had many!” And it was signed Quilingo.

The thief shook the parchment with rage.

- QUILINGOOOO!She yelled. I would have that damn bear!

She quickly turned back. She had to leave before getting caught, which never happened, well almost never. A few Moments later, here in the dark alleys of the city, pondering this humiliating defeat. No treasure ...no treasures ...Good think my daughter, think. A panda that does not go unnoticed. I’ll play my medicine wheels and track to the end of the world if necessary.

A few days later, at the heart of a dense forest in the extreme southwest of the Draconis, the young thief had set up a new plan. A plan even more perfect than the last, leaving once again no room for chance, which of course invited himself yet this little party. The trail of a panda, especially humanoid was easy to follow. Where was that? In fact, it did not matter, because in a short time, the treasure would be hers! She chose a place where there is no escape, a huge rope bridge over a chasm of ten meters overlooking a raging river infested with unfriendly animals. It was also the only crossing point to move across the forest. So she had placed a few traps that immobilize Quilingo without hurting him. She then hid and waited until the arrival of his poor victim. The time seemed an eternity, and his attention relaxed until a noise startled her. A board began to creak. She ventured to see what it was.Quilingo was already in the middle of the bridge. But...But...but ...How did he do to escape my traps? His reaction was immediate, she threw herself in pursuit of the panda, which alerted it, she was spotted very quickly. A chase ensued flash, it only lasted the time to the other side. As soon as the bridge behind him, stopped Quilingo to meet in Helena.

- So you want the treasure? Does it belong to you?

- Come on, do not provoke me, let go of the safe. It will save you the trouble.

- HAHAHAHA, so you want rob me? Me? I’m not a storage chest for nothing.Er'vent did you hear it? What your girlfriend said!

HELENA wrinkled her brow. What that Hell?

Then Erevent appeared next to her. Erevent like Helena, he was a member of Noz'Dingard.

- I heard and recorded everything. You did a good job.

The figure of the young woman became distorted.

- You ...you have installed all this against me? But why?

- Envoys must be respected. Steal something from allies is not ...acceptable.

- It's not for you to tell me what is respectable or not, petzouille droppings.

Helena was building a new plan, it was necessary to prolong the discussion as long as possible.

- Insults, now you humble yourself in the other brigands. No it's not for me to tell you what is acceptable or not. Dragon will judge whether you are still worthy to remain in the ranks of the apostles. My mission is over. Consider yourself a prisoner.

- Of course! She yelled, throwing a ground glass sphere which liberated a white smoke ...which was immediately dispersed by wind. The thief tried to escape, but failed.Erevent was one of the best investigators Draconis.And a hocus-pocus like that, he knew them all. He had quietly launched a spell called "slime troll" which froze one person on the ground.

- Okay, okay ...ill Talk, she said with a smile.

But it was too late.Quilingo pulled out a rope of sausage and threw it over his shoulder. And all left for Noz'Dingard.

The Runic, Chapter 1

Emerald Desert was full of amazing little places where life swarmed like no other. All this was possible because the that water came out and drew all sorts of creatures. It also promotes vegetation.

In one of these oases, as it is and the desert people called them, an entire tribe who lived there for generations was partly destroyed. The attack took place at dawn, while all were still asleep. It was brutal and merciless. The attackers were numerous and highly organized. It was one of the greatest bands of slave traders. The screams woke the birds shimmering color and blood, much blood was shed. The men who had bravely tried to defend their families perished before the ferocity of the robbers and their lions of war. When all the attacks ceased, there were only corpses in the water while women and children had become prisoners for resale. Among them, the young Kalhid, aged just 9 years.

The boy was sold a few days later the slave market of Mineptha to a powerful man who lived in the mountains just north of the desert. Upon arrival at the property of Abn al hissan, he was sent to the mines of Sephra, a rare spice that was unique to be in a particular land of mountains. Thus had the fortune of the slave master Kalhid.

Many years passed and the boy became a man. Against all odds, while the vast majority of slaves miners died quickly, he resisted, fighting against his condition as those of his people thought that life was worth everything and the hope was always to be an engine for progress on the long road of life. And the time had come. After all this time in captivity, it was time to take this freedom that had been stolen. Thanks to its impressive strength and a careful planning, he and some other slaves managed to escape. The chance finally came. But he soon gave up because just hours after escaping, a sandstorm came upon them with incredible violence. They were all wiped out almost like a common bit of straw.Kalhid was exhausted, despite his resistance he could not fight against the elements. Exhausted, he abandoned himself to certain death.

Kalhid opened his eyes with a start, gasping but alive he pinned his right hand against his heart. He was pounding. This reassured him because it meant he was alive. The room in which he found himself was plunged into darkness. He saw nothing. Suddenly, four torches lit. He was lying on a comfortable bed, some furniture around him whose style was unknown and just next to him there was bowl containing water. He took a sip and splashed his face. Hundreds of questions drummed in his skull. Then the door opened and a voice was heard, a deep voice saying to him to approach. He stuck his head in the frame and found a long corridor lit with torches, too. All along, there were symbols that glittered in harmony. He passed several doors all closed and it culminated in a huge room. Everywhere shone weakly and symbols, which interested him more, there were dozens of weapons and armor beautifully carved. At the end of the room, sat what looked vaguely like a huge anvil. Behind her, half hidden in the dark, a creature apparently wearing a pair of horns looked.

He hesitated to move but the voice reassured him.

- Do not be afraid. We do not want in your life. Otherwise we will have left you to your fate.

Indeed the reasoning stood and he walked up to a reasonable distance.

- Thank you for saving me.

- Do not thank us, cut off the creature. Unfortunately we were unable to save your comrades, they all perished.

- I’m lucky you found me.

- It's not luck; we knew that we all expected would be there.

- I don’t understand.

- We have come far and we are looking for people with special destiny and you are one of those.

Kalhid squinted.

- You expect something from me don't you?

ACT 2:THE CRYSTAL'S SONG

The Crystal’s Song

Walking in the desert was for them like a walk in the park. They had a mission of utmost importance and every sunrise, prayers were uttered with incredible fervor. Galvanized by their faith, they did not see the time passing. Finally, in the midst of a particularly glorious day, everyone heard it. It was like a kind of singing, majestic. He called them, guided them to the point of impact. They progressed more and more the song became clear.Alhem suddenly stopped walking.

- Why are you stopping? Aziz said, laying his hand on the shoulder of the priest of Sol'ra.

The other nomads looking, waiting for the words of their spiritual leader.

- This song is a cry for help. The stone and reasons it resonates. The infidels are numerous and powerful. She is in danger. We must act quickly before it reaches a catastrophe. Aziz turned to Kararine and flew on more authoritarian possible.

- You'll go on and give us a scouting report on these dogs who dare to take anything that is not theirs.

In response, the young woman nodded before starting to run in the direction of impact. A few hours later, she finally came to and his heart sank when she laid eyes on the stone. She was beautiful and bathed in a light reminding the young woman's temple Sol'ra when the sun at zenith, its rays licked the walls of the prayer hall. At the foot of either side, there were two camps. A blue tent adorned with banners of the symbols of dragon, the other in red tents aligned. Everywhere, there were various settlements more or less close to the sometimes very different styles.Kararine estimated that there were many people, but anyway Sol'ra will protect his followers and they would easily overcome these parasites. Inwardly, she was jubilant already imagining the fighting would take place. Soon she said, these tents will burn in the flames of the wrath of the sun god. Suddenly, she heard footsteps approaching her. She felt that the air cooled. The noise stopped and a voice to the strange accent rose.

- You hear this song too?

Kararine risked a glance out of hiding. There was a woman with pale blue skin and intense eyes. There was in that person a hidden power that made her trustworthy to the young nomads. She decided to go look at this stranger. Without a word, she turned around and saw that the cold came from her.

- Who are you? What song are you talking about?

- I am Yilith, I made a long journey and I heard a song in my head. Do you hear it? All of this is incredible.

Kararine to this infidel was trying to destabilize. It would prevent Alhem Aziz and as soon as possible.

- I do not know what you mean? She exclaimed, drawing back. She unsheathed a dagger and went on a defensive stance. Leave me alone and nothing will happen.

- Okay, you're not very friendly. I’ll see if others can help me. Then she went on her way as if nothing had happened.

Kararine continued her investigations in the forest that was nearby to prevent trouble. She moved quietly as possible,this time hoping not to make an unfortunate encounter again. But maybe bad luck or perhaps because of her ignorance of forest areas,she was nearly hit by a thrown dagger. A person dressed in gray with a hood rather confusing her jumped out without warning. This was enough to make the young woman angry. She dodged nimbly while taking a dagger in each hand. She planned on taking on her opponent with speed, trying to take him down with her speed and managing to avoid her opponent who managed to cut short a piece of her cape. The fight lasted several hours, both were of equal strength but Kararine had a plan, she gradually came closer to hers opponent.After a while the assassin (for such was the name of her role) knew that her enemy was going to lose because now they were 5 against one.Aziz,launched into the fray, confusing the Slayer who narrowly dodged a spear that would have hit him across from his side. The situation got out of hand for the slayer, as his plans wee foiled. He had to disappear again to rethink his strategy. He wrapped himself in his cloak and fell to the ground. The fabric then flattened against the ground before being cut into small pieces by Kararine and Aziz.Alas, the Slayer was gone.

The scout then explained what she saw and who she had met. She insisted on the strangeness of the infidels and offered not to attack head on or else suffer defeat, despite the support of Sol'ra would be overwhelming.Aziz, who had long served in the army of Kahani III proposed, pending the arrival of reinforcements to try to approach the stone by conducting targeted attacks against small groups of warriors.Alhem accepted with some reluctance, but it was imperative to follow the orders of Iolmarek and it was certain that the infidels will be crossing their path. Also the stone called for them, to hurry.

These infidels were to taste the power of the faithful to Sol'ra.Thus, Desert Nomads entered the conflict for the stone fallen from the sky.

The Curse

The door was open, and the light that escaped slowly weakening.Bloodsword and Faceless looked a long time before one of them utters a word.

-What's going on? The Hom’chaï said to his companion?

- Well, let’s go!

But hardly had she finished speaking a form took shape. A man passed the threshold of the door, took a few steps and collapsed. Then, without any noise, the Gate of Infinity closed, and then disappeared. Both Zil did not expect this.They were promised a return to their own people, and they found themselves finally landed with someone out of nowhere.

Bloodsword looked at the stranger. He wore a beautiful armor plate covered with hard leather, which when new was probably red. A hood covering his head, revealing a few strands of hair that time had dimmed. The Elfine bent over the lifeless body and raised the hood.

- He is alive.Let us bring him to Kriss, he may know what to do with him

Faceless grabbed the stranger and threw him over his shoulder like an ordinary bag. Along the way back to the camp of their guild, Bloodsword seemed lost in thought. Something bothered her not knowing what. She had the vague impression that the stranger was not so strange. When they arrived at the tent, they were greeted by Abyssien.

- You're finally here, we have things to say.

- We too have things to say.We must also see Telendar and Kriss to be told.

- It's a long story, but Telendar no longer with us.I take the role of head of Zil.

It was definitely a day full of surprises!

- Uh ...Well, anyway I have never liked him anyway when he took your place at the time I would have inflicted a few blows on him.

- Faceless always so elegant and poetic..

The latter put his pack gently at the foot of their new or ex-ex-leader who again looked at the stranger with a look of astonishment.

- Hmmm! This armor seems familiar.

- You too? Bloodsword said cutting in. Since we found him, He seems familiar.

-It's because they probably have told that story. In short, a story that you heard when you were at home in Yses .

Just then Kriss appears, he had been curious to see what his guild mates gathered.

- What is happening here? Asked the musician.

-You appeared just in time, you can watch him said the zil leader

- Yes of course, but not here. Faceless, bring him in my trailer.

Abyssien and Bloodsword settled comfortably in the tent, which in addition to performances, served as a huge living room where guild members could relax at will.

- So what’s the story?

- Yes, that was about to tell it,Abyssien said while putting on his hat.

All around them, the marquee vanished, giving way to a gloomy forest. Here, an animal crept between the trees, then came another, then another and finally form a pack. Then they went out of wood.Bloodsword recognized them: the Volks! They were terrible creatures almost extinct today. One of them was particularly impressive. He was obviously their leader. The rest was only ferocious ones. The Volks attacked several villages and devoured all living things as they could, as much by pleasure as by hunger. The scene changed, now they were in a castle. Here, three people were chatting nobly dressed warmly.

- Sire, we have tried everything against the Volks, without success. They are endowed with reason and we feel their leader to arrive.

The man stared at the ground thinking crowned the best solution.

- - I see that only he can help. I know you don’t like him, but we must recognize his merits..

- You do not think! Gaumatta, despite our friendship, can you not act rather than to call him?

- Mergis, you are certainly my friend, but my decision is made.Bardiya, go to Kolodan as for his help on this current situation.

The image is blurred and the capital returned.Kolodan! She knew the story. This was the last protective barrier against these monsters. He decimated their leader and fought all during the day. Then after that, he disappeared mysteriously.

- You mean this man is Kolodan?

- It is not certain and the best way to check this is to ask.

Night fell on the Tomb of the ancestors.Kriss had healed a few of the injuries and the wounds were nothing but a memory.Abyssien, Bloodsword and Faceless were waiting around the fire waiting for Kriss.The door of the trailer opened.

- Faceless, could you lend me a hand. The musician's arm was holding the stranger who had regained consciousness. They settled him with them around the fire. All were waiting for the rest of the story of Kolodan?

- Who are you? Abyssien asked.

- I ...I Koler...

- Kolodan you mean?

- Kolo ...No! That man has long since disappeared. Nothing remains of him.

- And what you have become if I ask you that?

- I am not a man but not quite volk.I am only Koler.

- Where were you during all this time?

- All this time? Where are we?

- If I remember correctly, the seven kingdoms using the Imperial Calendar. We are therefore in the year 105.

It was like a stab to Koler.More than twenty years had passed without his even realizes it.

- Where were you, added a Bloodsword clearly passionate about the subject. - I was ...I was...

He did not finish his sentence.He stared at the sky with fear. The moon rose, huge and red. The curse began to take effect.

- Nooo! No no no no no no! He cried.

Then a transformation took place.Koler writhed in pain, long black hair appeared on his arms, armor gave way in places. Then his face changed, stretched into a long muzzle, teeth pushed. He had become half man, half volk.Although he was visibly angry, he stopped suddenly in front Bloodsword. Was literally mesmerized by the young Elfin. His anger started to dwindle a little bit..

The Ordeal

Iolmarek waited patiently for the rest of the troops who were to join him for then take the direction of impact. He strolled into the main courtyard of Sol'ra, lost in thought. It is now a lot of years since he served the Temple and that his faith has never wavered from the edge of the crystal, the old priest was questioned. Why, then, that over the last many years the divine presence was weak, suddenly an important event occurred in Solar? He remembers that when he was a young priest, there was another manifestation of this kind, and it was completed in carnage. What good would it do now? What is the purpose of all this? These are questions that germinated in the mind of the old man.

- The question does not allow thee high priest.

Iolmarek out of his reverie and looked around. The presence he felt it was strangely familiar, like the past resurface.

- I know that voice, show yourself.

- Look at me ...father.

He turned to the statue he had sculpted ago almost thirty years. The young woman depicted was suffused with soft light. She also had more the appearance of a frozen statue, but rather of a living person.Iolmarek fell to his knees with a heavy heart the tears came.

- Dja ..N'Djamena is that you?

- I come to you as a messenger. Listen to my words because they are a command!

A messenger! This augured something very important because their appearance was always synonymous with change and divine intervention. The ancient writings inscribed on the temple walls were reported several interventions of this nature.

- I’m listening Messenger.

- You turn away little by little the way the high priest and the one who sent me that your faith needs to be infallible. I came to submit to the ordeal!

-What?!Iolmarek could not believe his ears. It is subjected to a test to prove his faith. I have proven my loyalty in the past and my life is to serve Sol'ra!

- Faith is not about the past, but present.Sol'ra needs his high priest and you have to be ready. Several events will take place and the infidels will do anything to frustrate you. You will try and if your faith is not strong enough, mèneras will be lost.

- I submit to the ordeal, it is the task I have to accomplish?

- A father and daughter will arrive at the temple. The man is blind and her daughter survives. You will have to convince the father that solar claims his daugther, condemning him to certain death.

Indeed a cart pulled by an ox passed the ark of the temple entrance. A young woman held the animal by a rope. He was stunned when he realized the striking resemblance between Djamena and the young woman. He knew what kind of test he is confronting. The young woman helped her father to come down and both advanced to the old priest and made the occasional hello again to his level. - We have come a long way to pray Sol'ra to ask for help in healing my father.

Sol'ra god of the sun and the light was often invoked when it came to pray to recover the sight in a few cases the prayers are heard.Iolmarek still had the words spoken by the Messenger and the ordeal he had the answer.

- What is your name? He asked.

-Djamena. The coincidence was too much. He took her hand and the concentration, focusing on the soul who lived in this body. He smiled when he saw that his soul was that of her daughter.Sol'R had returned to him. Never doubt it.

- Well, N'Djamena, so bring your father at the foot of the statue, we will pray with him. They prayed for Sol'ra, have mercy on this man who lived in the dark and that he can again see the light.Iolmarek used his power and placed his hands over the eyes of the unfortunate.

- Your prayers have been heard.

When he removed his hands man blinked when his sight gradually returned.

- I see! He exclaimed. I see again! He fell on his knees before Iolmarek, Djamena did the same. How can I thank you?

- Well, keep the faith and follow the precepts of Sol'ra, never doubt it. I need you to do me a favor. - Tell me, I would do anything you ask me.

- Your daughter belongs to Sol'ra.

This phrase meant that she would be sacrificed in his honor? The man said nothing, stunned by this news. Should he return to the price of the loss of her child?

- Do not worry, I keep it in the temple and become a priestess. Djamena was surprised. She will become a servant of Sol'ra? The man got up and took her daughter's face in his hands.

- If I remember correctly, a young priestess should not be seen of men as the precepts of Sol'ra i did not fully known. You have so far had a life of misery accompanied by a blind man. It is time for you to live your own life, although why I should not see you again before long. Djamena threw himself into his father's arms as if to say goodbye. The high priest looked on with nostalgia. He also had held his daughter as well, he remembers the love he felt for her. It was for him a second chance, a revival, a renaissance, he realized that what Sol’ra took, he could also take back.

After the man left and Djamena Iolmarek were left alone. Then the eyes of the young woman changed and shone a thousand lights.

- You have passed this first test, but there will be others. You guessed it, I will come back but for that I must stay here.When the time comes I'll join you, father.

The Runic, Chapter 2

Kalhid waiting for an answer, even if it were certain that it was "yes.” But after all, it was better that than return to slavery.

- There is something you can do for us. You are free to decline if you wish; if so take the door to the back it will take you to the exit. For what we expect from you will be difficult to accomplish.

- I am grateful. That you saved me from death and I am indebted. So I'm listening, what do you want me to do?

The form approached the young man, but the latter did not dare look up because he was too intimidated.

- Well, your choice is made, your word is given. Several days ago a meteorite crashed in the middle of the continent. If the event itself is fairly trivial, it is the nature of the meteorite that interests us. The unknown went on the side of arms and armor, and turning his back on Kalhid, he continued his speech.

- You see, we travel the world in search of some stones that have magical powers or to assimilate it. However, this particular stone has great power that we have experienced so far.

He stooped and with his little human hands grabbed an object, He then returned to face his questioner.

- We want you to go where it crashed, and you take us back a piece of this stone. This task is perilous, as we entrust you this. He put the thing on the ground producing a metallic sound.Kalhid hesitated, and then took it. As soon as the thing grew around his hand and his wrist. It was like a kind of gauntlet. The young man felt almost as a kind of consciousness within.

- This is a Rune. Take care of it because you'll have to bring it back. Plus both of you will be in harmony, plus the gauntlet will need it. After a few movements, he soon realized that the weight of the object did not match his appearance, yet it seemed very durable.

- Thank you. If I have well understood, I must go to the place where a meteorite crashed in to take a piece and come back here. Right?

- Yes.

- Well, it does not seem very difficult.

- It will be. But before you go, know that your name is no longer Kalhid, you will become the bearer of runes Hares.

A fresh start with a new name? In the end, it was better that. Anyway, he liked to have his name changed.

- Outside a horse and supplies waiting for you. Go now, we will wait for you here.

Hares therefore left to the new destiny that had been predicted.

A week later, Hares found the place of impact. Along the way, he met others who, like him, went to this famous stone. He learned that large guilds were there and they were engaged in fighting for its possession. When he got there, there was a field of tents. If everyone wanted a piece of the stone, he doubted that they can’t be caught doing it. So he waited for the night to do his plan. A faint light escaped from the meteorite that turned out to be much greater than he imagined. He did not expect either to fall on a stone. After all, who would oversee a stone as big as two houses for fear of it being stolen? The Zil Warriors think so: For example Marlok.He spent much of the night studying the stone. Obviously, doing this as far as possible from the camp of the Draconian. Hares turned to stone, and hit a wall of it with his gloved hand.Marlok was surprised that someone could pass the barrier protecting the stone. When he saw Hares hitting the stone, he did not hesitate in a second. Caution was necessary with magic and this act was not wise, however, it was potentially dangerous. The magician made a sort of fusion with his golem would result in a surprising mixture between the magician and his old Zil glass golem.

- Get away from there! You may cause a catastrophe.

Hares looked at the strange thing with suspicion. His gauntlet reacts to the threat and covered his entire right arm.

- This is just rock, no less. Ill just take a piece. Don’t worry, nothing will happen.

Golemarlok shook his head negatively and jumped on Hares, flames appeared in his hands. The man narrowly dodged and struck a masterful stroke to his opponent who managed to land. But Golemarlok was tough and struck his clasped hands on the shoulder of the colossus of the desert wavered. But for Hares, fighting was a way of life. He did not count the number of times he had fought in the mines for their survival and to protect the people who were dear to him. And as always his anger was rising fast. The exchange of blows became more violent, the magic of the golem-mage slipped on the gauntlet of the Colossus Rune like water on a snake skin. Then, the same gauntlet eventually covered the two arms of Hares and the symbols engraved on it flashed.Golemarlok did not know this strange magic he learned at his expense. He suffered more discomfort and settled down; he lost control of his magic. But the Zil mage had not said his last words, and if the magic was ineffective he had many other resources. He. Countered with sheets of glass that inflicted severe cuts to his opponent. .But the rage of Hares surpassed the pain. He put all his strength in a final blow.Golemarlok had the reflex to leave his golem to avoid the blow that was sure to kill him. So it was his creation that hosted the gloved fist in a crash which meant its destruction. Hares smash the golem so hard against the stone that fell from the sky that it cracked, releasing a few pieces of yellow crystals, which mingled with the dark blue crystal golem.

The zil mage was defeated. Hares then threw the remains of the crystal golem, people came. There were three, their clothes wore the emblem of Noz'Dingard.One of them bowed to Hares.

- I am Aerouant the son of the Prophet. I currently lead Noz'Dingard.

Hares did not really know who they were, but it really did not care. The mage seeing no reaction went on.

- Thank you for what you did. The Zil sowed disorder in the region and has committed heinous crimes, he said bitterly.

Aerouant bent over to Marlok.The latter could not move an inch, traumatized by the loss of his golem and his crushing defeat.

- Marlok on behalf of Dragon I arrest you. You will be judged on Noz’Dingard.Anryéna not wait to see you. The young mage did not hide a certain joy.

- I do not know who you are but if you ever need help, let us know, we have a debt to you. We spent all the machine a sous, Aerouant added.

Alishk shook hands with Hares in the manner of men of the desert.

- You came from the emerald desert have you? Yet the armor you wear does not seem to be manufactured there.

The giant said nothing and began to pick up the pieces of stone fell from the sky.

The envoys departed with their prisoner and Hares be restarted without delay. He followed the way to go without deviating once and a week later he returned to the mysterious temple. Here a man was waiting, a fifty year long brown hair under trust. He wore an armor plate of golden and silver.

- Welcome Hares; I am the Lord Eilos Rune. If you're here, I guess you have accomplished your mission.

Hares threw the bag in her arms.

- Come in, we have a present for you, Hares the runic.

Plots

Since the stone fell from the sky, a growing number of guilds and curious people converged on the Tomb of the Ancestors. Tensions were at their peak and many already told that a war was taking place. Those present, whether the Kotoba, the Noz'Dingard or other guilds were well aware, the conflict gradually plunged the continent into a total conflagration. All this for the control of an extraordinary power which no one apart from the Desert Nomads did not know the origin.

Around the world, brave adventurers sometimes clashed with the companions of the past... Two months after the start of hostilities in Kastel Drakren, the nearest city drastically before the Tomb of the ancestors.

When the outcome of a war is uncertain, are often used in politics and the label to try to find a satisfactory solution for everyone. All of this was obviously behind the scenes for some time, but no one knew, at least so far.Drakren was often used for meetings between the ambassadors of the empire of Xzia and politicians of the Draconis.And at this late hour, in one of the reception, the negotiations led to a sensitive and well-turned phrases.

Kimiko and Oogoe kage were commissioned by the Emperor to negotiate the departure of Noz'Dingard, but the negotiator sent by Dragon had years of experience and would be a formidable opponent.

- Lord Galmara, I'm sure we can agree. If you know that only an agreement between the two powers will end this stupid war.

- My dear, what you propose seems to me difficult to achieve. Be aware, the Tomb of the ancestors is a neutral zone since the end of the war between the Empire and Draconis.That this part of the world once again become Xzia and so is your stone is not possible.

- The Emperor is aware that this may cause a conflict even greater. But in his great magnificence, we bring you a proposal that I am sure will satisfy you.

Oogoe was part of a faction crow within the present Kotoba and playing his role as an individual.

- In exchange for the return of the Tomb of the ancestors in the Empire, we grant you rights to cross are lands. Mérag will be able to study the Stone, once it is taken there, and second our magicians, Oogoe added.

- In addition, Kimiko cutting in said, here is a sum offered by the Emperor as a token of this. We know that the Draconis wants to open schools of magic, this may help him.

Galmara knew that the proposal was not without interest, but the return was too low.

- You are well informed; it does not surprise me my dear. I accept this proposal and agree on behalf of this Dragon and of the Emperor. I will not do this part of your query to the appropriate person. I invite you to meet again tomorrow to give you an answer.

Galmara bowed to his guests and left to join another room several others wearing all colors draconian.There was Anryéna and another person whose face was hidden by a large blue hood. - Please, Lord Galmara.

-Lady Anryéna and Lord Prophet of the Empire Xzia wants the Tomb of ancestors goes back under their territory. In exchange for the Draconis has access, most likely under control at the Stone fell from the sky to study it. Anryéna looked towards the Prophet, and then he spoke.

- Dragon was clear no one should have that stone. It is the poison that will eat away Guem and lead us all to our loss. Galmara was disturbed by hearing the Prophet. He knew well, having had extensive discussions in the past, but it did not recognize the sound of his way or his way of keeping. But knowing remain in his place he said nothing about it.

- Very good, but the situation is delicate. If Kotoba have sent and have carefully avoided until now, we're talking here about a probable open war, we will all lose. If I could we have better things to do.

- That's right, said Anryéna.

At that time someone knocked on the door and entered. It was Marlok, but he was dressed in the color of the Draconis.He walked up to the little band and kneeled using one knee.

- Identify the "concern".We can beat Kotoba if the plan is developed properly.

Galmara opened his eyes wide.

- What plan are you talking about and since when did you become a member of the Messengers?

- This is long to explain, and time is sorely missed, said the mage. Prophet, you were right the Zil are under control by the Néhantiste, some of them, they can no longer act on their own. We can release them and make them powerful allies. Prophet rose to the height of the magician.

- Get up Marlok, you have worked well. You have regained your place in the Compendium. Other Zil also at risk of falling under the influence of Nehant.Go on a journey with Aerouant and keep track of Telendar.He should not be far from his "master”. Go, I have yet to talk to Lord Galmara.Anryéna left the room together with Marlok leaving Galmara and Prophet in their discussions.

- What do you think of the Nomads?

- Beware of them.

- I'm afraid they are preparing something serious.Galmara said, we have to use cunning. I have a guest list that I want to invite to a big party, right here. During the reception, we will discover the secrets and foil the conspiracies that hide in the shadows.

In the adjacent corridor, Oogoe was smiling.,

-Yes, many plots have been hatched...

Omen

Toran was defeated and imprisoned Akujin.Not wishing to abandon his former pupil Aku, the old master had decided it was time for him to return to the temple Yafujima with Aku and finally become a real member of the Order. He had left long ago, ashamed of having failed in his task of being master Tsoutaï.Now he was at peace. He managed to overcome the test that life has given him, if it is required, he will resume his post.

Their arrival did not go unnoticed. His arrival did not go unnoticed. Oran had chosen well the time to return, precisely because it was time for training in the yard. Those present stood, turning away to give way to them. The whispers began to be heard until Toran and Aku were on the other side of the courtyard. Then all waited for the words of the Master of the Temple, the venerable Zaoryu.The latter could not believe his eyes. He was once a close friend of Toran and had the same master Toran bowed to Zaoryu before submitting a scroll closed by a seal.

- Here is the Flawseeker called Akujin, formerly named Senjin.I hope it is again guarded by the Tsoutaï of Yafujima.

Zaoryu accepted the scroll and gave it to a Tsoutaï it to guard it. Then he turned and bowed to Toran.

- I am glad to see you again my friend, your presence and your teachings have really been missed. I think we should talk. The young man at your side is it your old student, Aku?

Aku had not uttered a single word for days. Now released from his Flawseeker. He realized the harm he had caused and the shame had seized him. He answered the question with a statement which Zaoryu heard discreetly.

- Venerable, I wish to convey my complete lessons to Aku.

- And then you want to stay here and come back among those you have left? Toran felt ill.Yes, to those who I had abandoned.

- But our teachings are such that we are not allowed to deny you your reinstatement. The wounds are dressed and we must now look to the future. Toran your error you're forgiven.Aku becomes your student...

He was interrupted by the cries of Aku.

- Masters look, he says, pointing to a huge bird that passed over them. It is a Flawseeker!

The Tsoutaïs were amazed, none of them except Aku had felt its presence, and not even Toran.This demonstrated that the young man had a high affinity to the spirit world. The bird, which happened to be a heron passes over the temple and began to walk away.

- Toran, will you follow this Flawseeker and find out why it wanders freely in our world? Especially a heron. - Yes.Aku, stays here. I will return whenever I can.

The old Tsoutaï went quickly before he loses the track of the Heron.En route; he remembered a legend about a Flawseeker Heron.

Okia, Xziarite village on the edge of the tomb of the ancestors.Hime was sent as reinforcement to the Kotoba and the recommendations of the master tracker, Tsuro.But it should remain as discrete information indicating that spies could monitor the area. It was night and she patrolled from rooftop to rooftop when she felt she was being observed. But there was no shadow of a nobody in the streets this late at night. She went down to hide to see if someone is following her. Then, from nowhere, an old man appeared in the street. Visibly searching for something or rather someone. She waited patiently went through where she was to jump over. Unfortunately for her, the old man was Toran, who was hardly surprised, informed by his Flawseekers.These came out on time to protect him.Hime was very surprised and stepped back. At that time in front of the girl a huge purple heron appeared, which spread its wings. The Tsoutaï could not believe what he’s seeing also the young woman, for that matter. The spirits were calmed when each acknowledge the order which included the other. Heron then disappeared, seeing that Hime was safe.Toran watched the girl with great interest and noticed the tattoos violet features a link to a Flawseeker.

- What do you want old pervert? Hime said as she saw his eyes wander over her body. What was all this?

- How did you get those tattoos?

- I have them for a while now.

- Well, here is something interesting. I want to talk to Tsuro, I know you can get in touch with him and your presence here indicates anyway that you were probably on your way to join him.

- I do not see what you mean.

- Maybe not.But I know you feel their presence in a while, sometimes you have dreams or visions you can not explain.I can help you understand what is coming, but first I must talk to Tsuro. He was right. She knew the reputation of the Tsoutaï and it's true that she had never thought really of them to solve her problem.

- Okay, I will.

The next day at the very end of the afternoon, Ramen, the famous noodle vendor had installed his shop on the village square. Unfortunately for him, he has only two clients, due to a special order, were Toran and Tsuro.Ramen should feel honored by their presence, in hisr humble position. But only two customers, was bad for business. But that was another question. - What do you know of Hime?

- All, or almost everything.Did she do something stupid?

- No no, quite the contrary, I think her destiny is not that she thinks he has. - Could you be clearer, the musings of Tsoutaï are always difficult to understand.

- Hime is a Tsoutaï.

Tsuro hardly seemed surprised.

- Yes I knew, but her talents in the service of the Emperor and the Emperor wishes it is part of my Trackers. You would not want to upset the Emperor right? In addition, I have high hopes for her future in my order. The old man lowered his voice so Amaya, would not hear him because she was guarding the entrance.

-She has a good chance to take my place someday.

- But if she does not learn to control her Flawseeker she may cause accidents and damage the image of the Emperor. You do not want to make the emperor angry right?

A heavy silence settled between the two men. Everyone did not want to agree with the other. But it was Toran who found the solution.

-Hoshikage..You know that name?

- Pfff, yes, of course, he was one of my predecessors, many centuries ago of that.

- And he was also the part of the two orders.

- The situation was different.

- No, not different.I think that Hime is his descendant, I do not know about that just at the moment, except that the Hoshikages Flawseeker is this Garza, which owns Hime.We intend to continue as our two teachings. He had not felt a force so strong since I met Aku, and this time I will not any mistakes. Think about the potential it can bring to the Empire..

Tsuro scratched his beard. - I need her for a mission. But in a month I will send her.

With much irony, Toran said.

- I'm sure the Emperor will not be angry.

The Ball of Courtiers

Kastel Drakren, several weeks after the meeting between the Lord Galmara and Noz'Dingard... As agreed, invitations had been extended to a particular list of distinguished guests .They All played great battles, but no army for them, only words are used as a tool to achieve victory. The intrigue, politics and conspiracies were the lives of these men and women.Galmara knew all these people together in an event, would make it truly memorable for all. After the refusal to let the Empire Xzia back to owning the Tomb of the ancients, had received new orders.Should focus on the future, the people coming from the desert, to prevent Kotoba have new allies and see if the fighters could Zil serve the interests of the Dragon, nothing unusual in amount.

Everyone who attended had been invited and the evening promised to be exciting.Oogoe Kage, Kimiko, Hasna, Marlok, Iron Mask Angelica had made the journey to the castle and each of them was a formidable adversary.Galmara waited in the great hall. There were a noble surroundings and friendly people of the courtiers. Was to begin his welcome address, as required by the protocol, when the doorman announced a new person.

-Lady Ishaia, was sent by the Council.

Upon hearing that name all turned.Galmara frowned, this person was not invited; never invited.Ishaia was part of the Council, a union co-created by world powers to regulate other guilds. Her powers were above that of a nation and Council decisions should be respected or suffer terrible retaliation. After all, the Council only authorized the creation of a guild and the only one who could dissolve it.Ishaia was probably one of the most feared by these people. Her fatal beauty hid a living spirit and formidable intelligence. And this afternoon, there is no other woman could claim her as equal. She walked among the guests greeted those she knew.Galmara hurried to meet her to avoid mistakes. Not adequately accommodating a member of the Council this evening could cause repercussions. Kissing her hands is essential

- It's always a pleasure to receive a board member.

- No nonsense, Lord Galmara.I heard of this small party, you do not mind, I hope, me about me not being invited.

- Certainly not, you do not need an invitation.

- Yes. But, dear, I saw that you were going to open the evening. I beg you, do so.

The courtier returned to the stage quickly.

- Dear friends, today the world is on the brink of ruin. We all know it is up to us to find a diplomatic solution. We all have acquaintances, friends, relatives who right now are worried about their future. It is for this future that you're here tonight. It is time to regain confidence in each other.

They all applauded many more out of politeness than conviction. Soft music began and the servants came in the room, bringing alcohol and refined fare. And the usual discussions began.

In their corner, Iron Mask and Oogoe gave themselves the latest news.

- Marlok succeeded.

The voice of the Iron Mask was hoarse and seems to come from far away. Raven played the crow courtier played with a black feather jay.

- This is both good and bad. If he returned the stone hearts to the Zil, it has already started to put them on his side.

- Yes, for once, the envoys were conspicuous. It is a real feat to take a Nehantistist’s Dark stone heart. It took much effort to play its role as Marlok.But it is, as expected.

- Now we must ensure that the Zil maintain their independence. And for that, I have a solution too. - What is it?

Oogoe took out a scroll a scroll in one of his many hidden pockets.

- This is a deed. The Crow offers Zil a piece of land ready to the border with the Tomb of the ancestors. I know you like to travel around the world, but this place could give them a solid foot on the ground and allow them a home. Iron Mask was drinking a delicious Yses wine in his glass crystal. Finally he grabbed the paper.

- The Zil will not forget this gesture.

For its part, Marlok wanted to know more about this Ishaia.His new role within the envoys puts him too unfamiliar situations. If he had ever heard of the Council, he had never met one of its members. Seeing that few people had invited her to dance, he began.

- May I have this dance, my lady?

- Certainly, they all think I bite because I'm the part of the council she said, grasping his hand. Marlok did not see the black eyes of Angelica, which at this moment would die of jealousy. The dancers whirled in a relatively slow pace, which left them time to talk.

- You are Marlok is not it? I heard about your story so unique.

- A sad story, fortunately for the moment it ends well.

- I read the report that the Prophet sent to the Council, about your stunt. Impressive.

- Thank you for the compliment. - I know you and your guild, faced with a Nehantiste.

Marlok stopped dancing. - Let's talk about this a little further, as you will, he says holding her hand and took her by the waist with a mischievous look.

On one of the many balconies of the castle, the two courtiers continued their discussion. In the distance, the stone that fell from the sky gleamed faintly like a shining star on Earth.

- May I?

Marlok made five small blue crystals appear.

- Calm down, it is only that our words remain with us

Ishaia and the mage nodded and placed equidistant five crystals on the ground around them. Then, a gesture, the latter a kind of levitating and blue magic shield was formed, as it is a bubble. - Here we can talk freely.What do you know?

-Not so much what I want to know; what matters is what I want you to substantiate. Several months ago we saw disturbing behavior within the guilds. What happened to the fighters Zil is not isolated.Nehants name recurs incessantly, and his latest report confirms this. We believe that one or more Nehantistes profit from conflict in the stone fallen from Heaven.

- We bttled a Nehantiste actually, but we have not defeated him, we only managed to drive him away. If there are more, I fear that we will have a lot of trouble if we face them.

The young woman took a serious look.

- The Council would like to entrust a mission, she said, grabbing one of the rollers attached to her belt.

Marlok was surprised.

- Why me? - Because you have the experience, maturity and the necessary gifts. We need as much information as possible about what is happening behind the scenes. We want names and especially we want to know what happened to Eredan.

- No less! He exclaimed in a tone of irony. You think seriously that alone I'll be able to do better?

- No, not alone. There will be others who will have the same mission as you. For now and for security reasons, we prefer that everyone remain anonymous. - Anyway, I have little choice. I must obey the orders of the Council. But I am bound to Dragon and Dragon will know what is going on. I doubt that you can forbid him to mix Noz'Dingard to this story.

- Dragon already knows and we agreed that for now he would not intervene. Marlok sighed and opened the parchment and unrolled the mission order. After going through its contents, put it away.

- I put myself on the road tomorrow.

- So if the case is heard, I still want to dance.

The mage set aside his fate and both joined the meeting.

- One last thing, beware of these two, she said, pointing to the Iron Mask and Oogoe.

Death and Rebirth

Prophet was lying stretched out on a crystal table arranged in the middle of the square of Noz'Dingard.The people mourned because now he had no leader.Anryéna, eyes red with tears incessant shaking hands of his son.Around them, the silence was disturbed by the crying of women.Kounok now adult size far exceeded all present.He realized, seeing that practically the whole town had come, how his brother was loved.Naya and order of the Witchblade almost in full salute his memory. All said goodbye. As is tradition, the night falling on Noz'Dingard, the crowd scattered and soon, there remained qu'Anryéna and Kounok.While the vast blue gem, central to life in Draconis lit.Form took shape, first simple bluish glow it materialized into a majestic and huge dragon.He then landed near the deceased.A halo appeared around the Prophet and a double spectral came out of him.Anryéna seemed both pleased to see his son, but she knew that this was his last appearance.

-Your existence came to an end; I came looking for you to accompany you to your final resting place.

Prophet approached and his mother, his ghostly hand, stroked her cheek. Anryéna cried harder.

-Mother hold your tears. I will always be with you and Dragon will watch over me.

-I know my son, I know. But a mother has the right to mourn the death of her child.

Kounok had not moved to an inch and watched his brother insisted. If he could speak, he told him how much he would miss him. As if Dragon had learned to read in him, the latter put his huge head.

- Are you willing to take over Kounok?

Anryéna strongly protested then.

- What? Taking one of my children is not enough for you father? Now you want him to take reckless risks your last little boy.

But to answer Kounok Dragon looked and nodded his head.

- He has chosen, my child.Draconia needs a guide and, in this era of conflict, a new prophet should appear.

- But Kounok is not a magician. As were all previous prophets.

- It's true. But your attempts to dissuade me ... will be in vain. Anryéna lowered her head.

- Brother, I know that Prophet will be a strong and wise. You will succeed where I fail. The ancient Prophet put his right hand on the muzzle Kounok.

- I will convey the will of those who preceded us. What wisdom and knowledge are yours.

At that time, a white aura that enveloped Kounok he felt immediately as assaulted by emotions and images that were unknown. Dragon whispered words in an unknown language.Kounok then became man. The white aura gradually ceased. His incredible likeness to his brother was amazing. He looked at his hands, and then touched his face smiling. He scratched his chest and, for the first time in his life, he could express, at last, something else other than grunts or use of magic.

- Goodbye, brother, you will be forever in my heart and those who knew you.

The ghost of the old Prophet then disappeared.

- A Prophet is gone, and another arrives. Like your predecessors, a new dragon knight will appear to help you in your task.

- I have a much better idea, said Kounok.

- I hear you, Prophet.

- I do not want a new dragon knight. Although he had failed in his task, I have Zahal near me.

- If that is your choice, accept it.

- It's not all. I wish also to the title; because I'm not like my brother wizard, go into battle with sword in hand.

- But this is against the rules, said Anryéna.

- Mother! The rules led us to the is now gone, where we are. It’s time to move on and show that our people also know fighting.

- Regardless, I grant you that right.

- One more thing I need Chimera

A name, a kind of unease settled. Chimera was once the sword of Ardakar as the most powerful Dragon Knight. This is partly thanks to her that Draconis defeated the Empire Xzia.Alas; his sword was the instrument of her downfall when the war broke out against Nehant. The sword was doing bad things to the wearer. To get rid of the influence Chimera had on her, she had no choice but to break it. Nobody ever saw her again after that. The Prophet then recovered the pieces of Chimera in order to keep them locked up forever. Then the sword appeared in the hand of Kounok. Its blade was broken glass and its guard was worn.

-Dragon! Why entrust such an instrument of death?

-My daughter, I did nothing.

- Incredible! It came by itself!

- It is only a reflection of what it once was. But I feel it will come in handy

Kounok looked at Chimera, he had never seen except in a book. He hoped that it becomes the symbol of military power of the Draconis.

Several weeks passed and Kounok fully insured on his new role. A few days ago that he wanted to leave at the Tomb of the Ancestors and join the envoys, made aware of the appointment by Dragon Kounok was given the rank of prophet. But fate decreed that it be envoys returning, at least in part, Noz’Dingard. Prophet was having a great discussion with some advisers when a guard brought him a message. Aerouant, Alishk Zahal and had just arrived in town and brought with them Marlok the traitor. He was then summoned to receive him in the great hall. Zahal went first, head down; he knew he would be punished for his fault, followed by Alishk of Marlok, held prisoner by magical bonds, and finally seeing that Aerouant Prophet was destabilized. Kounok looked so much like his father.

Zahal threw Marlok to the ground.

-Marlok the Lord here t...

He did not have time to finish his sentence as Chimera appeared in the hand of Kounok. Guided by their instincts, they immediately saw a presence behind Marlok, with a strong link between them. Prophet struck the presence quickly and accurately, cutting the invisible link. Marlok lost consciousness at that moment. A black man and vaguely formed.

- Aaahhhh, a new Prophet ... Your days are numbered...

Then the form evaporated. Zahal, Alishk Aerouant and were stunned by the scene that had just occurred.

- What was that? Aeronaunt asked.

-I’m not sure, but I suspect I just Marlok free from the grip of a Nehantiste.

Zahal watched the sword of his new boss, she said something. Then memories came back. Yes, he had already seen the broken blade ... That’s Chimera! When he felt that the Prophet was also a Dragon Knight, which afflicted him at the highest point. That was his punishment, he would lose his status? The next day Marlok had regained consciousness. Of course, he was locked in a cell in the prison of the city, guarded by two Witchblade. But this he did not care for after he managed to think for himself.

-So traitor, are you awake? Route of Anryéna well symbolized her feeling of the moment: anger. You know what to expect?

Marlok got up and dusted himself clean.

-You know, I just live for several months in the grip of a Néhantiste. You can just let me rot here until the end of my days.

- What’s... that?

- Marlok immediately understood. Kounok he had not said anything.

-I see that prophet is used to hide the important things. On the other hand it is true that he is very different from his brother.

-I see him.

- See what, mother? Prophet said as he entered the hall of cells.

- Why you dont tell him everything, Marlok said. Kounok looked at the Witchblade.

- Please leave us.

Quietly, the two women left the hall.

- I know what you have done in the past Marlok. Stealing information and doing banned cristalomancie are serious crimes. But I know you’ve always kept it for you. My mother lives in the past and is unable to forgive. You have already been punished and I would add one thing. Your sins are washed, now more than ever the Draconis and Zil need you.

- If I was in the grip of a néhantiste, they are probably too right?

-That’s what I want to know the Prophet said, opening the door of the cell.

Anryéna was hurt and angry, but understood that the interest of the Draconis required her to do nothing.

-I refer you to one of the combatants. I would like you to use this. Kounok handed a worn Monocle.

- This was made by Asal of Arguemand, the famous inventor of the cristalomancie. It was manufactured during the war against Néhant to identify people who were under control. It is your responsibility now. You are free to do what you like. You can completely ignore it, although I doubt the possession of your friends Zil or flee. Or you can return to your roots and earn your place among the apostles. You choose your path.

Marlok had lost several months of his life and his beloved golem, but on other hand he had earned his return to the Draconian... Nothing attached him now to this life of wandering. But, he could not resign himself to abandon the Zil to their fate. They took him in when he had nowhere to go...

Abandoned

Ergue was tired. His fight against Tsuro and the Witchblades required him constant attention at all times. He had failed to maintain its state of Abomination long enough to defeat and the escape was the only solution the zil hunter found. Soriek and Bigrage his companions had split up to cover their tracks. For several weeks they were sleeping around and played with the guerrillas, sometimes with Noz’Dingard, sometimes with Kotoba.

Ergue drank from the river to the other side of the forest. Then he saw wedged between two boulders a piece of gray fabric, then another piece of it passed before him. Puzzled, he glanced at the upstream and saw an elongated shape on shore, half in the freezing water.

-Go and see. Whispered a voice in his head.

He got up and went to see what this thing could be. He guessed that it was advancing a person. His clothes were half torn Ergue lifted a piece of his cloak which hid part of the face of his find. He recognized immediately that he had to do. This gray material, this mask so special, though has never crossed, Ergue was sure it was the Mystic Slayer! But why was he like this? And above all ... The Mystic Slayer! This is a sensational discovery, the answer to many questions about the origins of one of the most famous murderers of the world. Ergue returned the Slayer who was face against the ground, the shapes in the dress did not deceive, and this was a woman. Locks of hair exceeded her mask almost completely torn, and the rest of the costume was not much better. The Zil hunter took the opportunity to tie her hands. He decided to bring her back to camp; his guild mates probably know what to do with her.

-Whatsss issss Thisss?

- I found her at the edge of a river. It’s the Mystic Slayer

- The who? She said, looking innocent.

- You know, you care less of me, I understand im not particularly in the mood, he added, holding his ribs.

A little later in the Zil camp. There were not many people. Only Abyssien was on his post, guarding the premises.

- Ah, Ergue, I began to worry about you not being here. Soriek is not with you, but Bigrage is finally is here.

- No, I do not know what happened to the him, but he had better return quickly.

- You look very angry, is it related to what you have on your shoulder and thats wriggling?

- Yes. And he threw his grip on one of the many cushions.

- Abyssien leaned over the young woman she grumbled. He noticed the costume and the rest of the mask.

- Where did you get her?

- I found her in the river a few hours away. She was unconscious.

The head of Zil then addressed the Mystic Slayer.

- Ill free you, we do not want trouble; we just want know what happened to you. We want to help. You can not get out of this tent, I magically sealed for this purpose. Do you understand? The Slayer nodded her head. Abyssien after closing the entrances to the tent set her free. This time she did not move, but tears ran down her eyes.

- Are you really the Mystic Slayer?

-I...

- Do not worry everything you say will remain between us.

-Im not the Mystic Slayer, but I should have became one.

- Ah? You were going to replace him?

- No, I was going to become one, she says with a hint of anger and bitterness.

-What do you mean by that? There are several Mystic Slayers?

- Yes, there many of us are wearing the costume.

- Abyssien turned to his comrades.

- So bring something to sustain our guest.

While Bigrage and Ergue went to get it the head of Zil took the opportunity to cast a spell of the past that allowed him to see what events had led this young woman where she was. What he discovered was a sacred revelation. Indeed, separate images showed several people dressed as Slayer. They were all more or less the same size. They surrounded the young woman as a kind of ritual. One of them came forward then.

- I take this student under my wing, I teach him our secrets, I will teach him to hunt down and kill our targets without getting caught. Then came another.

- Dark, I took your name because it no longer. Today you’re a Mystic Slayer; you will serve the organization until death.

Yet another, who had a mask on his hands, placed it on her head.

- Go now, your primary targets are identified.

The scene ended there. Abyssien understood now how the reputation of the famous assassin. was built.

- So Dark how did you got in this state?

- I was abandoned by my master. The mission on which we had sent a wrong I turned and faced too much for me. I failed. My teacher thought I was dead and he left me. Anyway, a true Slayer would come out of this situation. But our rules are strict when Slayer fails; the accompanying must address remediation. Kill and remove the body of the failed part Mystic Slayer rules. - Well, we can not escape the rules of the organization. Still I have some questions, I promise, I will leave you alone. Why did I reveal to you all this?

- Because I hate them!

- This is a good reason enough. And so, now that you’re not a Slayer anymore, what will you do?

- I don’t know.

- People who have no place to go are welcome to stay here. Stay with us for as long as you like, Dark, Im sure your talents will be greatly appreciated. We can learn from you, and we will protect you from the Mysticslayers if necessary. Moreover, you are free to leave when you want to.

Indeed, after; Abyssien has reopened the door, Bloodsword, Faceless and Fenrath entered

The Ambassador

The camp Xziarite had regained its composure. The glow of torches lit his tent with a soft red glow. Incense bathing place of a sweet odor. Gakyusha took advantage of the momentary calm to take a deserved rest. Once again; the Emperor would be satisfied with his services.

Suddenly a voice boomed out:

-My Lord! We have a problem

Alas, Gakyusha sighed. He stood from his bed and left his tent.

Notifying the sentinel on his knees before the entry:

- What’s going on?

- A weird being came to the camp entrance. He calls for a hearing.

- A being? Is it a dragon,or a Zil?

- Neither one nor the other, sir ... He says he speaks for the forest..

- From whom? Let us go then ... I’m curious to know what he wants this madman. Guard my son Asajiro. Be prepared in case this is a new trick by planned the Zil.

- The guard that escorted Gakyusha prepared three seats a little away from his camp. On the middle sat Ergue b, a little further away stood Soriek, the blue giant Which Tsuro had reported. Bigrage probably stood near hidden among the shadows of the trees.

But the most surprising in this meeting was the strange being that was facing the three seats. On his right stood an impressive HomChai to the middle, his face marked with red paint. A big spear made of amber was driven into the ground just behind him.But being that seemed to have organized this meeting was entirely unknown to the Xziarite.. He had a rather sickly appearance, not very big and not very muscular, his great pale eyes were devoid of pupils and, above all, he had no mouth. Just wearing a loincloth of leaves and vines running over his body as if nature itself wanted to protect it from attacks. In his hand lay a stick over a kind of moon shaped carved in ivory in the center of which was a little creature suffused with blue flames. Ergue turned to Gakyusha. He read in his eyes which seemed as surprised as him to the amazing sequence of events.

The voice echoed in his head as clear as if he had heard:

- Hello to you Imperial lord Gakyusha Xzia. Im Spirit Speaker, I speak for the people of Eltarite. We wanted to meet you today to let you know that the land you tread is not yours. They were a territory of the people of the forests long before the existence of your respective nations.

At first taken aback, Gakyusha started laughing...

- Are you kidding? The Tomb of the Ancestors has been disputed by the draconian and the Empire long ago. In addition, the nation of which you claim to be the spokesperson for us is totally unknown. I even doubt that the Council is aware of your existence. Let me tell you that your business is doomed to failure.

- We would be very distressed if we have to use our powers to protect our lands, The Dais voice rang out. We did it in the past and we are willing to do it again if the danger is too great.

- Ergue cuts in; the conflicts that arise here involve only a few men and not look too far into the forest. Why say they hurt your kind so much?

- The greatest danger comes not from the conflict itself but just this thorn in the surface of our world. The canopy pointed his bat toward the stone fell from the sky. Immediately, like a mirage in the desert, the air grew dim. Stone fell from the sky shone as a substitute for sunlight. The ground it seemed on fire and deeply hurt. Like the earth is infected by a disease caused by a foreign body.

- Damn Ergue murmured, passing his hand over his forehead. I’m beginning to understand, he whispered.

- And then Gakyusha answered, this stone is an issue. We can not carry it far away without tools and men. Despite our leadership in the current conflict that stone arouses more interest. I can not make such a decision without the approval of the Emperor and the protection for the workers.

- The Imperial lord rose.

- Your message has been said, but I doubt that his small nation could afford to be heard.

- Well, imperial lord. I will convey your words to mine. So be it.

Spirit Speaker retreated with his bodyguard, outside the firelight. Myriads of fireflies rose from the ground up to hide the Dais and HomChai at the sight of their interlocutors. When the cloud of fireflies scattered, there remained no trace of them.

Back in his tent Gakyusha lay down again. Lying on his bed, he took a moment to reflect. What does this stone represent and why so many people are interested in it. The unknown people could be dangerous? He doubted but his experience led him to distrust people who were openly stating their willingness to face their enemies. Either they were crazy or they were sure of themselves.

- Tsuro! He said in the silence of his tent. Can your trackerstrack the emissaries from the forests?

- No, my lord, we have lost track as soon as they reached the forest, said the tracker from the shadows of the tent.

- What do you know about these people of Eltarite?

- Few things my lord. We know that small tribes HomChai and Elfine are scattered around the forest. They trade plants, amber jewelry and their hunting but have little contact with our nation. I did not know they were part of a group of tribes, or they could obey other people

- So ... They are probably all crazy.

Ergue walked in darkness at a rapid pace. His gifts of affinity to animals allowing it to see as well in the dark than in sunlight. If only Marlok was still one of them he could enlighten him on the visit tonight. But one thing was certain, contrary to what Gakyusha believes, he would not make the mistake of underestimating the people of the forests. He had set a time to find what he knew about the canopy. In his travels to the heart of the most primitive tribes in this country, he had heard about but never see any, as gods revered by all peoples close to nature. Legends told that they had great magical powers, they were the will of nature, that all life forms obeyed them. If this were the case, a powerful new adversary was about to enter the game.

The block of amber bathed the room in a soft golden glow. The Keizan, lost himself in contemplation of the monolith. Sighing, he approached the stone and put his hand rough on its surface.

The voice echoed in his head instantly:

- Then my brother, have men reached your expectations?

- Alas no, he said to Keizan. Our attempt to reason wiyh this species has failed. I sent Spirit Speaker and Red Mark accompanied by some of our scouts to begin the dialogue with the human fighters but we have met only contempt and indifference.

- I warned you, these children will never understand anything, release me and believe me they will remember why their ancestors were afraid of the forest.

- No, sadly rang the voice of Keizan. Your past actions have condemned you to this prison and you will remain until the end of time. The wrath of the forest awakens, they will understand very soon that they are not at welcome here.

The Mummy

150 years before the stone falls from the sky, the emerald desert is facing a civil war.

The Tuareg in the south, supported by the Sheikh Azin, and Priestess Ptola challenged the supremacy of the cult of Solra. The conflict had led to fratricidal battles where supporters of each camp could be part of the same family.

The moment came when the two powers were of equal. The final confrontation took place between the polytheists who, for once, agreed to conduct a common front against the monotheistic Solra, whose armies were commanded by Temple Guardian Ahmid. At the heart of the battle, the priestess of Ptola, the goddess of the dead, found herself fighting Ahmid. It was gigantic! The powers of the elected of the gods were huge, sweeping everything in their path, not caring of their environment and those who were fighting on their behalf.

Soon everyone was around them. The sword of the guardians of Ahmid rent the air with a hoarse whistle. For its part, the Priestess praying to Ptola to grant her powers terrifying and deadly. Unfortunately, Ahmid Solaris support, managed to cut off the head of his unfortunate opponent. Miros head rolling on the burning sand, and stood facing the warrior. The eyes still narrowed and his mouth said:

- Ha! The one who sleeps does not die! You may have won, but by killing me you've signed your death warrant...

Gripped by a cold chill Ahmid realized that this voice was not that of the priestess, but of Ptola. That day saw the advent of Solra and supremacy of the forces of Minepthra. The same evening in the heart of the desert was a big party in honor of Ahmid and his victorious army. Alcohol flows freely, so that the guardian of the temple was soon intoxicated. His senses began to play tricks on him. In the middle of the crowd, he thought he saw someone who seemed familiar. Upsetting the guests, he went to the edge of the unknown river passing nearby. Ahmid believed the appearance of a ghost, because he was well recognized, it was the high priestess of Ptola.

- Is it really you? He said with a mixture of astonishment and fear. The young woman smiled as if to say yes, it was her.

- But it’s impossible, I killed you with own my hands.

Tears ran down his cheeks.

- I have ... killed.

He fell on his knees and remembered the sweet years before the Civil War. At that time, he led a sweet romance with her which was unfortunately broken by the madness of the gods. And still seeing her, he knew that his love for her was still alive.

The high priestess also began to knee and took the Ahmid face in his hands before giving him a kiss. This is where the guardian of the temple felt a deep malaise and pain in the heart.

- You die by the hand of the one you loved as she died of your hand.

The warrior could not breathe, her blood boiled in his veins.

- When you die, you will be mummified and they will make you lavish funeral. Alas for you when you’ll wake up locked in your grave for eternity.

Ahmid felt the beating of his heart slow down then stop when the priestess gave him these words.

- You understand that I am Ptola in person. It costs me a lot to come here. A day will come when I will resume my former glory. Farewell, guardian of the temple of Solra

Ahmid was found dead and the people wept for him as fortold. The honors were given to him, and as Ptola predicted. He was granted a tomb fit for a king. Many years passed before Ahmid woke up from this kind of apparent death. He was gone and, above all changed. He knocked the lid of the sarcophagus with force to remove it. Fortunately his grave was provided with a myriad of small gems solar illuminated the room which is small enoughl. Unfortunately, several days went by as he tried to find a way out, but all was in vain.

Outside, the young Djamena followed a few weeks the teachings of the priests. They were fascinated by the speed with which the young woman learned and absorbed the precepts of Solra. One night the girl woke up with the strange feeling she had something to do. Regardless of anything, she left the church as guided by a higher power. A voice told him that someone needed her. She arrived in the Great Pyramid before going in through a back door that she was unaware until then. The winding corridors led to the heart of the building, where Ahmid waiting for ages. Instinctively, she activated the door of the tomb and entered it without any fear. Instantly her appearance changed, the wings appeared on her back and her hair became like the sun heated the sand.

- WHO ARE YOU? Ahmid yelled.

Djamena then advanced bright light. The warrior then fell to her knees before acknowledging the divine power of Solra.

- An envoy of Solra, he said, its time for my redemption, Ill finally be able to join my ancestors.

- Will you get rid of this non-life? He said in a voice incredibly hollow. I have served faithfully all my life as a human. I implore you to let me go Messenger.

-I have other plans for you, guardian of the temple, serve me faithfully and I will deliver you from the curse.

- But ... I fought in the name of Solra, I killed in his name and overcome sacrificed my soul for him. Is this his way of thanking me?

- It will prove more grateful if you act in his name, there is no discussion to have. It could very well leave you well. This is not what you want, is not it?

The Mummy remembered the supreme command of the guardians of the temple: Obey.

- Or, what I should do for my lord and master, he replied bitterly.

- Do what you do best, kill people. A major threat made its appearance. Iolmarek and other nomads of the desert will have a lot of work against them. Go to lend a hand.

- I obey!

- Then the young woman turns back to; Djamena, her became hair black and her wings disappeared.

The Awakening

An arrow whistled through the air with speed and plunged into the chest of the Imperial Lord Gakyusha...

He had turned a deaf ear on Spirit Speakers warning. For him the stone belonged to the Emperor and now nothing will change that fact. The Envoys were not interested in the stone anymore, the Zil were almost routed. Only the desert nomads were problematic, but so far they had not been aggressive. But it was only a facade, soon Iolmarek will know how to use the powers of the stone fell from the sky and put an end to the conflict.

Unfortunately they did not count the arrival of new enemies that they did not want one thing that this stone and all the invaders of their lands disappear for millennia. Also had roots spring from the soil devastated the camps and trying to grab all those who had not fled. Everywhere one another trying to get out of this sudden vegetation and free those who were not reached. Ydiane had long observed these people and thanks to her expertise she had spotted some member Kotoba she deemed “neutralize’’. She and The Claw had ventured near their camp and were preparing to eliminate them.

She drew her bow and shot one who seemed the leader. The Claw raced to the biggest of them. Xin did not have time to react and found himself on the back, the vines that appeared immediately. As for Gakyusha he inwardly thanked Masamune who had forged his armor, because the arrow stuck in the metal and the tip of Amber was partly broken. But above all it meant that a shooter wants his life. In the heat of the battle he saw a furious attack from the insectoid.

He did not hesitate and began to retreat in the opposite direction. Identifying Ydiane, he seized custody of his faithful Word of the Emperor and quickly made a vacuum in his mind. It focuses on the second arrow that had been cleared. It was not the first time he used this technique, but never in a situation as unique. While the arrow would kill him by hitting his head the Lord used a technique Imperial ancestral Iaijutsu iwith incredible speed he unsheathed his sword, cutting the arrow coming to the side. Not stopping there, from experience I knew the shots in a fight were very difficult, he decided to take the word of the Emperor to that insectoid, which serve to shield him in case of a new shot against him. Tsuro and Amaya were not there and Iro and Asajiro had gone back to the capital, because the attack was carried out at the time that was not really Kotoba their full potential. The fight would be difficult.

On the other side of the stone, the nomads had taken refuge at the foot of the stone. Divine power prevented the vines to grow up them. Ahlem and Iolmarek prayed to their god while the Sphinx was planted in custody, brandishing his two scimitars with rage. Opposite, two large Homchaï like colossi were moving, groaning of the little band. The Kei-Zan then approached, surrounded by an armor of thorns that seemed alive.

- Its time for you to leave! We will not take no for an answer.

- Creatures of evil! You are nothing compared to Solra. You are only insects and I will crush you as such! Shouted the Sphinx before charging towards the Kei-Zan.

The latter struck the ground with his staff and roots started to grow rapidly, capturing the mastodon with ease. For their part, the other nomadic HomChaï faced with an incredible rage. Blood flowed quickly, but the nomads were closing wounds with the fervor of their priests. It was the first time they faced this Magic. The spirit Iolmarek did not wavered and was not too destructive to let the stone fell into the hands of these savages. The Sap hearts were about to prevail when their battle strategy was fully deployed. While HomChai came to the end of the combatants of the desert, riding his Mélissandre wolf, with his flank Bearcupine took the rest of the troupe. Fortunately for priests, a newcomer came to restore a little balance in the opposition forces. . Ahmid with its characteristic of undead disempowering nature was imposed on the HomChai, and his opponents backed down.

- Im Ahmid, Solras plague, you will meet soon meet your ancestors who sleep in the depths of these lands!

Iolmarek looked with big eyes on the haggard mummy. Ahmid seeing as the hero of the past. They saw the obvious intervention of their god and gained confidence. The fight turned into a disorganized melee.

While this was happening Kei-Zan, watched patiently. I listened to that nature destroyed, gathered their forces, and concentrated his energy on his stone-heart, and then transformed into tree-god. His appearance was that of a man tree. His feet became roots that dug into the ground; his back long branches grew to hang small flowers.

The canopy of the waves radiated power of the world tree. This was the incredible power of the Sap Heart, because at that time the Elfine, HomChaï and Guemelite all became, in harmony with the land. The earth began to tremble, roots and vines as thick as trees tore the ground and curled gently around the stone that fell from the sky. After a while they formed a cocoon and could no longer distinguish any yellow glow.

Iolmarek and other nomads felt the bond that united them from the stone has just been broken, this was a heavy defeat, a battle had just been lost. But who would win this war in the end?

The Crow

A few days before the attack of the Sap Heart, Xin guarded the entrance of the Kotoba camp . He was tired because since the arrival of the desert people, new fighting broke out.

- Then, we focus on daydreaming?

The phrase brought to Kotoba out of his state. I had not seen arriving at this person who spoke. He pursed his eyes to see better and noticed the Kotoba brand on her kimono.

- Let me in or let me think here?

- Who are you announce yourself?

- Do you know who I am?

Xin shook his head negatively.

- Well, I see ... Lord Gakyusha announces that Oogoe Kage is coming here and now let me enter, fatty!

The youngest member of the Kotoba internally angry against this insult, but the name of Kage Oogoe Kage he was well known. Iro and SenRyaku who are training had witnessed the exchange from a distance, dropped his partner to see what was happening. The young champion of the Emperor recognized the holding of the arrival, a member of the clan of the raven. “What does he want?” Wondered Iro.

- So this is our new champion of the Emperor! Iro, I must see your father as soon as possible. You can also prepare the business for you will have to start journey to Merag.

- Why?

- The Emperor demands your presence.

In the command tent, the Lord Imperial Gakyusha received Oogoe Kage

- Imperial Lord is unfortunately sad news that makes me come to you. Our lord and master, the Emperor of Xzia is seriously ill.

Gakyusha rose from his seat, his face contorted.

- Seriously ill? You mean ... dying?

Oogoe lowered his head to confirm the words of Chief Kotoba.

- Thank you for defendant. I will prepare my things and go to Merag.

- Lord, I fear, unfortunately, your presence here is imperative, he says holding out a scroll.

After reading the imperial lord sat down again. He took a scroll, brush and ink. No sooner had written some words, folded and sealed his letter, gave it to Oogoe.

- Asajiro and Iro will accompany you, Crow. I want my child read this letter to the Emperor. and he alone will read it, you understand?

The severe tone did not affect Oogoe. - It will be done according to your wishes, my Lord. Can I have?

- You can. Call Iro, I need to speak to him.

Iro was ready. The Emperor had always had witnessed respect and honored with the title Champion of the Emperor, at an age where no one had done this miracle. Tears came, but he hid them from Oogoe.Gakyusha had told him what to expect. Going to the store from his father, he came across SenRyaku. The young woman took his arm as they passed. He whispered some words to her ear.

- Take care and don’t trust the people around you. Put your trust on Asajiro. He’ll always be faithful.

Then she let go and went about their business. Iro entered the tent which now floated a sweet smell of incense. He remembered the smell and it revived memories the home he tried to forget. A few years ago when her mother fell ill, his father had requested Kami to grant healing, unfortunately without success. But the Lord had accepted the death of his wife.

- Father, are you there?

- Yes, Iro. Come sit next to me.

The Lord of Kotoba was in a wing of the tent. Here, there was an altar on which rested the statuette of a naked young woman with long hair hid the chest. Around her incense sticks burned slowly. In front, entirely in red kimono, the father of Iro recited prayer and mantras. The young champion of the Emperor knelt and recited prayers in turn. It lasted a long time and night fell softly.

- Iro, I just received a message from Tsuro just after the arrival of Oogoe. The situation within the Empire is degraded and politics intensified. I put aside all this and is a clever maneuver. It is for this, what I tell you, to inform me about what happens. This all seems rather strange and disturbing.

Iro contemplated the statue, lost in thought. He heard the warnings of his father, but he could not help thinking of his mother, whose face was beginning to fade from his memory. He then pulled himself together.

A few miles away, Malysse sitting cross-legged in the middle of the Tomb of the ancestors finished reading an incantation that he had begun the previous day. He was on the verge of fainting and magical forces faltered beyond reason. It was not chance that brought him here, but a specific plan. And it was exactly over the last part he performed at present.

A few weeks earlier he had helped Toran through intermediaries and had ensured that the confrontation between him and Akutsaï take place here. Their presence here was rushed to the spirit world and had opened a gap on the world. Malyss looking for a particular spirit of a warrior fallen in battle long ago. Finally, he finished his incantation and everything around him became whiter, as if reality had disappeared. Forms then appeared, at first simple and then the mist as consistency took a form shaped like a man. At that time, Malyss eyes were closed because he was not allowed to see this place. He then caught a small box he had in his bag, opened it and took out its contents: a crow-quill, far too long to be that of an animal of this species of normal size. The young mage dropped the pen began to flutter. One of the spirit was then caught like a fly with honey and he touched the pen. Soon reappeared all around them. Malyss opened his eyes. Before him stood that he was looking for.

- Ganso, the Raven is happy to see you back with us. You are eagerly awaited.

- Thank you to you for coming to get me, I do not know how long I wandered aimlessly.

- We need leave for Merag, The Crow is ahead. Iro and Oogoe finally arrived at their destination. The capital before them, was buzzing with activity. They did not have time to rest and demanded an immediate hearing so that the champion of Xzia can see the Emperor. They went to the room where Ayuka, the old Imperial servant, took care of the patient. She rose and bowed to the two men then left the room without saying a word. The room was bathed in red light, color representative of the Empire Xzia. He floated the smell of incense and herbs. Iro fell to his knees by the bed where the Emperor, thin and very pale skin, was sleeping hectic. Iro was found it difficult to see him in this state. After a few minutes, coughing awoke the patient and noticing that he was not alone. When he saw his champion and Oogoe, the Emperor sat.

- Kage, he spoke with difficulty. Leave us.

Oogoe immediately bowed and left the two men alone.

- Iro, darkness veils my eyes little by little ... Soon I will join my ancestors.

- No, don’t say that we will soon find a cure.

The Emperor marked a small grin.

- The greatest healers have studied my case, without any success. Death will surely take me and I already know that this will not be long. Iro ... Come to me, I have something to tell you...

The youngest member of the Kotoba stood very close to the Emperor; it was a great honor for him because in society Xziarite be close to the Emperor, in the physical sense of the term, is having his favor.

- Iro, you are perhaps not aware, but when an emperor is no longer able to reign, a regency was established. Hear me, I feel the shadows move and watching me, all this is not natural. You are my champion so worthy of this title and protect your Emperor.

- Protect you from what? And Who?

At that moment entered the room an old man with long white beard, dressed entirely in black.

- Lord Iro, to see you again in Merag. I think its time for our Emperor to rest.

Iro knew this person: it was Daijin, the venerable and powerful leader of the Crow clan, but also senior advisor of the Emperor. To Iro, the old man had always been a loyal imperialist.

The young man was about to leave when the Emperor caught him by the wrist.

- Remember my words Iro ... Protect the Empire...

Tempus Fugit

Psalm, the famous bard was sitting on a rock partly covered by moss. Most of the inhabitants of the small nearby village had gathered for this rare opportunity. Old and young were waiting for the bard as he begins his stories.

Psalm cleared his throat and took a few notes on his harp before starting a sweet melody.

“Hear ye hear, hear ye this is the story of the exiles of Time, who came to our land to escape their troubles.

This will happen in the future no one knows exactly when or where. Samia the young apprentice, curious about life, never listened to anything.

Now she was warned, The Book of Destiny is not open to anyone who wants to read it, it is forbidden.

Obviously she didn’t listen and read the book...

A few months before the Psalm was in this village, like many people, he was moving towards the stone that fell from the sky. His horse and he were exhausted by the long journey. Sought a peaceful place to spend the night. There he saw a small camp in the middle of which a fire was burning; it was for him a beacon in the falling darkness. He approached and saw a young woman in strange attire; she was alone in a place little known for being calm.

- Excuse me, I traveled the land and I am looking for a place for the night. Could I have the honor to share the camp with you?

The young woman looked up Psalm and he saw in spite of the darkness that she was blind; Her eyes were white as snow.

- We all want something. Sit back and don’t worry, we are safe from any danger.

The young man arose and set his horse, and after putting a blanket on the ground began to play the lyre.

- Are you a musician? Asked the young woman with a certain touch of innocence.

- I am milady a bard, my name is Psalm.

- Enchanted Psalm.

Having played a few songs, the bard put down his instrument.

- Do you know how we, bards, get our songs?

- No, tell me.

- In addition to the legends of various countries, we talk a lot with the travelers we meet as they often have things to tell.

- So you want to know if I would have a story to you? On reflection, yes, I have a story.

Psalm’s face brightened he became interested. - Tell me I’m listening.

He unpacked in a hurry to take notes.

- I am listening.

- My name is Samia, in that times many of you name me the Apostle of Destiny. I’m from the future.

- The future? This means that you know what will happen then?

- Be gentle Psalm you can ask me questions later, my story is long enough.

- Oh, please forgive me.

- So in the future I will be an apprentice of the watchmaker, a respectable person of ... how to say, a secret society called Tempus. Ill be young when an event happens that changed many things.

Psalm already burned a thousand questions; he listened to this amazing story while drinking where apparently all the verbs were combined in a special way, blending past, present and future.

-The Tempus is the keeper of the secrets of Fate, and carefully preserved the balance of the time. I showed too much curiosity because of that I will break the absolute prohibition of Tempus, reading the Big Book of Destinies. This grimoire created by Eredan, can reveal to him who reads the fate of a person. Then you just have to focus on the person you want to see his fate that the book changes it.

The Bard was still a doubt, was this invented or was this true, did she have experienced all of this?

- Now I had an idea that I will regret, in part, that of wanting to reveal the fate of a particular person I known. Unfortunately for me I violated a rule that I did not know in relation to reading this book. I have been so very serious consequences. Fate has veiled my eyes and I was punished. I will now live with the ability to read the destiny of the people I passed but I could never learn anything of my own destiny. I am in chains.

- Exciting! Exclaimed the bard. And then that happened?

- It happens that, I having broken several “sacred” rules I incurred the wrath of the other Tempuses. I owe my life the watchmaker, that I am very close. I do not know what pushed him to help me. He appeared immediately after my vision disappears and then we escape by Tempus Fugit, a specific timeline, normally also forbidden to use. We chose to come here in those days.

- If I understand you are back in the past. But is it the other Tempus could not come too this time?

- You are insightful, Psalm. They will arrive soon; it’s actually a matter of time. But we believe people with an exceptional destiny can help us.

- But by doing so won’t you change the future?

- And very unfortunately did not know our past, but a priori we can aspire to two theories. In the future, and we came to the past and this future because there is “normal”. Or then we modify and create a different future. I recognize that the stories of the time are the passion of the Watchmaker. My view of time is limited to the fate of the people because I can see someone’s future. - So you know what adventures I will live.

- Yes, I know the story I told you will travel the world and when the time comes you will remember who it was.

Far into the future, when the Apostle and the clock disappears in the maze of time a man appeared. His costume was the most unusual was a Tempus.

- I have observed, this impacts the past, my brothers, the mandate has been broken, finally, we must act.

Other people with similar outfits appeared in turn.

- They will be locked.

- The facts will be recorded.

- They will be punished.

Then all disappeared, and borrowed the Tempus Fugit ...

Manual, Chapter1

Baranthe is the most eastern of the seven kingdoms. But it is also closest to the wilderness, the land that once saw fighting during the war against cataclysmic Nehant. His king, named Baranthe too, was a man full of ambition. His predecessor had left a small kingdom and shame for the seven kingdoms, and it really bothered him. He undertook extensive work throughout his kingdom to give a boost to the economy and improve the lives of his people.

One morning, a young peasant came to the Castle Baranthe with an important letter that caught the attention of his majesty. He announced the discovery of a strange large object buried in the ground deep in the province of Thane, known as the poorest region of the kingdom. Immediately, the king was taken aback. One thing buried in a remote part of his kingdom, what could it be? He asked the advice of artisans known in the capital. Unfortunately no one knew not explain what exactly this “thing”. All that the king had such information was that it was a large object with incredibly complex mechanisms. The reaction was swift.

- So be it. Since you’re incompetent, Ill have to call the only person able to deal with it: the great royal jeweler!

He arrived some time later, he bowed and said haughtily:

- I will fix it for your majesty. This conundrum is resolved.

This jeweler was known to have created mechanisms advanced enough for jewelry and has written several great inventions. He set out towards Thane where the “thing” is waiting. There, he spent an entire week, almost day and night, trying to solve the riddle. Alas, after three days, he panicked because he was not progressing at all. The servants present even saw him at the sixth night almost naked in front of the “thing”, and almost mad babbling of “Ill never make it! I never make it”. And indeed he did not succeed the unfortunate man almost went insane and was taken, back to the capital for him to recover...

King was angry. . He lost his prestige in this which began to annoy him seriously. But he had a great idea.

- Heralds! Spread the rumor around the world that I, the king Baranthe, invites the greatest craftsmen of the world to solve the riddle that no one has yet unraveled. Whoever arrives at the solution will be rewarded at fair value.

Very soon the rumor circulated and soon a crowd of curious onlookers and of course craftsmen reached Baranthe, doubling the population of the city. The King found himself a victim of its announcement and had to face. He ordered his advisers to begin a royal “casting”, a new method of recruitment by jury. Selections lasted several days and, of course, the vast majority of applicants were repressed. Nevertheless, some big names made the trip. Some were even remotely. They were so kindly invited, at the expense of the kingdom, to go to Thane, and during this trip, some of them had time to discuss their respective passions. They were welcomed by the Lord of Thane, which had supported the safety of the site and supervised on behalf of his beloved king, the management of this discovery.

- Welcome to Thane. More precisely called Imsiss we belong to a region whose history is nothing special. I hope your incredible talent will help us solve the riddle that I propose to contemplate.

Then he told his servants then opened the heavy wooden door of the enclosure built to protect the perimeter. The “thing” was truly impressive, partly covered with soil. It was a huge cube with a height close to the three men. Was a real challenge because its visible surface presented a multitude of mechanisms and bright gems of different colors. - Well, here is a beautiful work, said Delko, the famous manufacturer of Golems Noz’Dingard.

- You’re right, my dear colleague! Jorus said.

- Finally let’s get to work. Ill begin right away. Said Klementine the mechanist with her mechanic golem assistant, one of her most incredible achievements.

Without any delicacy, the young woman threw herself on the mechanisms at hand and tried to smash them with a hammer. Unfortunately without any success. Nothing happened, except the destruction of her hammer. Delko and Jorus, them wacky theories were based on what could be the object.

- And whether to align the same color gem in threes, maybe they cancel each other out?

- Pouapoua! No matter what you say. Im sure you must press it at the same time, said Jorus, the glassblower.

Nearby, two well-hidden Mystic Slayers watched the scene with great interest.

- That’s something we have not heard for a long time.

- Yes, we must say that some of his works still exist.

- Except that this one is his masterpiece, at said the last second

- Yes, even today no one can match it as he was ahead of its time, a true genius.

- What is worrying is that this ... cube was buried. It looks like a safe.

- But what does it contain?

- We will know, if they’re successful at opening it .

- I will report to the brotherhood, we must record these facts. If we could get back the technology, it would help us in our task.

- Well, I will leave immediately.

The World Tree

The wind was blowing gently in the branches of World Tree. In those days, life was peaceful on Guem, erosion had not yet worked. No human being trod these lands.

World Tree was the focus of all life. It had the distinction, in addition to being truly great, to have pushed a stone-heart, which according to legends the Dais was the first existing Guem. Thus, the seed carried by the wind landed on this rock, and had developed an extraordinary speed. Thus the tree was born.

The following spring it was covered with beautiful flowers, which later became fruit, also proportionately larger than the shaft. Once the ripe fruit, they fell to the ground. But rather than germinate into a tree, creatures that came out, similar to chicks emerging from eggs. This was the birth of the first inhabitants of Guem the Dais. Children of the World Tree were in harmony, each being both a very small part of the tree, as a collective consciousness, and be full.

Years passed, and for centuries, and all was well in the brave new world. But one of them seemed preoccupied by something. He was chosen by his family to become the leader of the people Dais, he was called Keizan. He was born from a special product of the World Tree because it gave two daises. Moreover, while Keizan gazing dubiously the trunk of the tree, his brother came. The members of this people had the particularity of experience with high accuracy the feelings of others. And then he had felt the deep anguish of the head dais.

- I feel great concern to you, my brother. Maybe you can discuss it with me what’s wrong?

Keizan had always been more sympathetic to the world that had spawned.

- Each dais that comes weakens the World Tree.

- How so?

- Her stone heart weakens and I hear the voice of our mother. She is in agony.

- Really? Yet it seems that all is well. Look, the branches are numerous and do not fall. The foliage is dense and there are many flowers, announcing the future arrival of Dais children.

- His pain is deeper.

- Come on, don’t worry. I am confident that things will be fine.

- I don’t think so

Indeed, the situation did not get any better. The Dais felt that their tree-Heart perished. Most of them went to the tree as if driven by instinct. The Keizan and his brother maintained their own as best they could, but the sadness and the pain was too great. If the tree dies, it condemned their people to disappear. The gem heart, partly visible in some bark crevices, emits more than a small light. Then the unthinkable happened.

Keizans brother approached one of these gaps, saw that the bark was being split and the Stone heart of the tree is inflating. He understood immediately what was coming. He ran towards his brother while in his back the Stone Heart exploded in a shower of green. He had just time to jump in front of the Keizan before receiving bursts of the stone heart of the tree. The explosion had virtually disintegrated and many of the Dais that prayed about the tree was killed that day. The Keizan pushed his brother who had fallen unconscious on him with the breath of the blast. The depths of his being, he was torn. Around them was chaos, branches fell with a crash when the petals gently down there with a sad spectacle. He leaned toward his brother even though he was unconscious, writhing in pain. His whole right side was wounded by shrapnel that had been deeply planted in him.

Keizan shook his head as if to compose herself. He soon realized that consciousness that connected them all Dais had disappeared. He could not feel the pain of the survivors, nor that of his brother. To avoid being crushed by debris falling again, he took his brother on his shoulder and put him away to safety. Having picked up a little more perspective, it could then be aware of the extent of damage.The World Tree was dead. Much of his people swept away and, most importantly, there would be no birth of new dais. Once the situation calmed down, he felt like a magical force that was emitting low. Intrigued, he went to see what he could salvage. After slalom between the dead bodies of Dais and dead branches, where he reached the tree was there and found a stump surrounded by shards of crystal. Among them that it was a piece of rock especially.Keizan leaned over and picked it up. As big as his fist, this gem housed within it a piece of root. Then he heard these words:

“Death is not the end. You will carry me and we will live together until the day of rebirth”.

At that time, he realized that this was a seed of the World Tree and the cycle of life will continue. One day in the future other World Tree would emerge.

But when?

Manual, Chapter 2

Throne room of the castle Baranthe, some time after the departure of artisans to Thane.

The king was alone, sitting in his throne easily. The thought of a fabulous treasure would soon own. He had to admit, was really exited and glad. Unfortunately for him, his good humor would be broken by the unexpected arrival of an unwelcome visitor. First the King was tired, he felt his body became more and more heavy, and then everything went black around him, as if the light would pass through the blackened windows. From inside the pocket of his coat came out a stone heart, levitating a short distance from his head. This stone-heart was probably green, but in its current state, it was almost entirely black. Then the ambient light is concentrated into it and clouds of smoke that gathered in a central point. Finally, the smoke cleared and a man appeared dressed in black his face partly hidden by a hood. He advanced towards the king, stamping his stick.

- Do you work well, King Baranthe. You will soon be rich and all the seven kingdoms will bend their knees in front of your splendor.

The words of Nehantist hit the mark. Vanity, greed and the desire to become one and served as an entry point to the conscience of the king.

- If the plan goes as planned, we will arrive at the solution.

The Nehantist then gave the king a virgin parchment and writing materials.

- You will write a letter to the lord of Thane.

Immediately, the king’s hand began to write without even looking at the parchment.

- You will indicate that a certain Quilingo will come on your behalf and will serve first in what will be in the trunk. It is important that he comes first. Of course, you will sign, as normal, and put your royal seal.

A few minutes later, the letter was prepared and sealed.

- The so-called Quilingo should arrive tomorrow. You will discreetly and give him your orders.

Then, he retreated to the center of the room:

- Remember, your name will go down in history!

The Nehantist turns into smoke, and then the smoke went to black light. The kings stone- heart went back in his pocket, all was clear. The king was free to think by himself again. For him, it was all his idea.

For several days, the most important craftsmen worked tirelessly to solve the riddle. And the least we can say is that it kept them sane. The little band lived in an isolated village hastily built and located nearby. That night, Lord Thane had ordered a meeting to take stock of the progress of their guests. And they were all there, around a table in an impressive uproar, each passionately defending their ideas. The poor man had a lot of work to do with all these complex personalities.

- Please! Please! Ladies and Gentlemen! Can I have your attention!

Unfortunately, apart Arckam, the magician of Zil, no one really listened. Total disarray was before the Lord, the Zil decided to do something. He reached into a pocket and pulled out a balloon and then he himself leapt on the table, without the chaos declining. Then he inflated balloon until became big as Ramen the seller of noodles. Some stopped their chatter, others have not. The craftsman then Zil out as if by magic a long needle and popped the balloon it exploded immediately began to repeat the words of the Lord of Thane, but with much more body.

- PLEASE! PLEASE! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! CAN I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION!

Strangely, everyone stopped talking. Arckam went down the table, as mysteriously as he had appeared.

- Thank you, sir Arckam. Now that I have your attention, I would like each report on your assumptions. Klementine do you want to start?

The young woman was very surprised to see that he was interested to her. She wiped her hands on her apron and stood up, clearing her throat.

- If you want my opinion, this was made by someone. If we knew who could solve this fortuitous history. Because there is no way to unscrew anything to that machine!

- Fine, but if a hypothesis to open?

- Meh no, I have no idea.

- Well, uh, thank you. Well, Jorus?

The old man was preoccupied he was whispering something to one of his “Jorusiens” and was surprised to be asked.

- Eh?

- Well, would you have an idea how to open this thing? What are your theories?

- Hmm, it has locks so it must have keys?

At that time, Delko began to applaud.

- Bravo! We suspected it! Said the golem maker.

- Well if you’re strong go at it!

- Since you let me speak, I think I have some ideas. said Klementine, it is important to know who "made it" before moving it. Once we know, we need to understand the mechanisms.

- So it’s been several days that you have been staying here and you said that no progress has been made yet?

- You are mistaken, countered Delko. We exchanged our point of view; this is what makes us tick. If you thought we were going to arrive and discover the solution on the first look is wrong about our business. Well he said, we have anticipated all of this, I would like to have the answer about who is the manufacturer of this thing soon.

Indeed, the next morning a messenger from Noz’Dingard brought Delko a parchment. All other craftsmen gathered around him, as Jorus would say, “ogle”

“Master Delko”,

The name of the person you are looking for is Master of Elmijah Krefga, also known as the Ebohki. Based on the information we have on him in the library of the Compendium, he have mysteriously disappeared some time after the war against Nehant.

Hoping that this information will be for all purposes.

Yours sincerely,

Aerouant.”

Ebohki. The name immediately aroused the interest of the assistance and discussions s fresh start. For those present that day, the mention of the name meant a lot because in the middle that was theirs, was the one who Ebhoki sublimated his art at its height, a genius ahead of his time. Even today most of them were not able to do as well as him. This presaged good prospects for success of their business.

A few days later, Quilingo had arrived in camps. He was bored and spent time playing Counter Ylong with Ramen. The latter is there to work (but a little to spy on colleagues). In the midst of some exciting a clamor was heard and there was so much agitation, followed by multiple sounds of machinery and steam jets. Finally, a small earthquake took place; the “thing” was finally opened. The Craftsmen were pleased with each other and screams of “Hooray!” Resonated on the walls of the “thing”. Quilingo jumped from his stool and made his way through the dense crowd which, beyond the mutual compliments, began slowly to enter the giant box. But Quilingo reminded everyone that no one should go before him. Its large size and strength allowed him to gain respect. The interior was amazing! Totally metal, there were mechanisms around against the walls and also green lights emanating strange half glass spheres. Across the floor was a real treasure. Money, but also many miscellaneous objects, from the armor, the cabinet, through simple objects like tissues. Their eyes widened when he the craftsmen saw that. Quilingo then quietly unfolded a piece of parchment on which was an illustration, namely a drawing of a sword, with, below some entries. The man-panda searched the room and finally found the object of his desire, a sword oh so special. He wrapped it in a large piece of cloth and went away without anyone noticing.

During that time, Lord Thane savored the victory. The guests had left quietly as they had learned the name of the “artist” who built the “thing”. Finally, it was done. He asked to Masamune, who remained far behind, how they managed this feat.

- The reed bends but does not break. Our intelligence was bent without breaking.

- Ah, um, fine, fine, but what else did you do?

Masamune, who as usual never smiled, made a pretend sneer.

- We have adapted. The design of this work could not be apprehended by minds who reason with knowledge. Adaptation was the key to our victory, and team work was our instrument.

The famous blacksmith Kotoba showed that exceeded the door locks.

- There were several locks; all with different bars of different nature, Delko explained to the Lord. Thanks to our combined knowledge together we were able to decipher the riddles. Anyway Ill spare you the details because for you it was important that this takes place, and for us to fulfill it. And we hope a little wealth.

Restored Honor

They were all there. The whole sorority stood before her, as if to make weight in the balance of shame, the shame she felt for weeks. They wore a simple gray dress and a black leather belt fell on their hips. Gray, the color of evil. Today, she was no longer a Witchblade, laying her sword at the feet of Naya, she could not restrain her tears. Tears as many of them shared. Witchblade when not fulfilling the function attributed to her was the entire organization and all their principles were undermined. The error of the young woman was the error of all, but despite that it was she who paid the price.

- Anazra. Today, your honor is broken, and honor is the foundation of our beliefs and our principles.

The Commander picked up the sword of Anazra.

- I remember the day I gave you this weapon, you were very young at that time. Taking it off from you now hurts my feelings.

Anazra Tears fell sharply on the cavernous floor of the temple of the sisterhood.

- It is time for you to go. I will keep this sword, hoping to give it back to you on the day that your honor is restored.

Thus ended the ceremony which saw a witchblade lose her title, this happens very rarely but it was always an ordeal for the organization to experience this.

A few days later, the young woman had given up hope to regain what she was. She spent most of his time in the gardens of Noz’Dingard where the statues of heroes of the past looked to the horizon. How to find my honor? She had asked this question hundreds of times without any response to make.

- So did you find inspiration Anazra?

Two young women came dressed in Witchblade.

- You just taunt me my “sisters”?

Eglantyne Moira and had entered the order at the same time as her and from that time had very strong ties woven between them.

- Of course not.

- We did not hear from you, but it seems that your presence here has been noted by Dragon.

- Dragon? He must laugh at my situation, said the former Witchblade.

- Not so sure if I were you, Eglantyne added.

- But you’re not in my place. I would love to see you there.

The two sisters moved to either side of the stone bench.

- Do you remember our training? Asked Moira.

- Yes, perfectly.

She then remembered a few years earlier, the training of their eldest, Naya, especially the first sentence she addressed them. And in its way was as much a test as a “Welcome” The Witchblade is both swordsman and sorceress. It must be agile and understand the mysteries of the Dragon.”

Then more recent memories, where Eglantyne, Moira and she had ventured into the Breath of the Dragon, a region deep within the Draconis. There they had understood the meaning of honor. Anazra looked forward to her friends. Both smiled. They knew that he opened the track to return in Witchblade. Her heart was filled with renewed hope.

- Thank you, I understand what I should do.

Then she went away without saying a word, waving away from her friends.

- You think she will succeed?

- Dragon always watches over her as he watches over us. She is currently perhaps not yet a Witchblade, but she is a draconian and her powers are still formidable.

- We will see.

Anazra made a quick detour to the inn where she slept since her fall, taking her pack, the rapier that she had been offered to replace the one taken up by Naya and left the city in the wake. She knew that her journey would last a few days and it would pass through the villages along the road. Away she went for a journey of initiation, or at least re-initiation. She had already walked the pavement of the road leading south to Noz’Zar, the second largest city of the Draconis. There she would leave the relative safety to follow the paths that would lead to the plain cross Mornepierres which tranversed with caution and recklessness. Only this time, reached the end of this plain, she met a traveler who was resting near a stream. Anazra did not expect to find someone here in the middle of nowhere. The man stood up at the approach of the former Witchblade. He was a young man who was about her age, wearing traveling clothes, but a bill that left no doubt about its condition, a member of the nobility. The facial features reminded him of someone, but it did not really know that, but the sense of déjà vu was more than strong.

- Its you, he says with an air of satisfaction.

- The young woman frowned. “What’s this about again?”

- That depends, who do you expect for my Lord

- The one who had to protect my father, but could not.

The heart of the young woman sank and the look of shame appeared on her face.

- Oh, I apologize for this unfortunate phrase; I did not want to hurt you. Come, sit with me Ill explain exactly what brought me here.

The former Witchblade put threw her pack on the green grass, the young man followed suit.

- We crossed paths once two years ago, especially since I grew up and Dragon told me that I would succeed my father by becoming Dragon lord of Drak’Azol.

- Congratulations, it is a heavy responsibility, for you.

- Thank you, but I’m not here to tell you that. I knew your heading for the Breath of the Dragon. Now I have to visit the Lord Karn, and I will go through the same route.

- How did you know? Who told you that I would pass by? - Your friends Eglytane and Moira.

- Aaah the bitches! I knew that their discussion about our training was not trivial.

Anazra fulminated and thought “they had me well”

- And then you said that to remember my mistakes along the journey would certainly be an interesting punishment?

The young man opened his mouth, as bewildered by this sentence.

- No no, quite the contrary. You know this tragic event is due to two things: Fate and the Slayer. It would have been your friends for you the result would have been the same.

- You rely on assumptions.

- No, I understand that you feel for not having done his duty, but you should not feel bad, because if that happened, is because it had to happen.

- I am not convinced by what you say, Dragon Lord. Let’s get started shall we? This place is not very safe.

- You are right.

They began the road through the red mountains. At the beginning Anazra hearkened not the Lord-Dragon, but along the way she gradually yielded to the arguments of the young man. She began again to trust her. Then a few days after they arrived in a place known as the Dragon’s Breath. A bowl filled with a permanent opaque haze.

- Here we are in the Breath of the Dragon; I will continue my path to Kastel Drak. I hope these past few days with me have opened your eyes.

Anazra knew how dangerous the road to Kastel Drak, and to reach the city had to cross over a pass, which was famous for being frequented by bandits.

- If you want, I can accompany you there.

- No no, you have better things to do than to escort me, nobody will attack a Dragon Lord anyway.

- Hopefully.

Their paths hace split and he walked away and the former Witchblade advanced in the Breath of the Dragon. A legend of the famous draconian said that this would be the Breath of Dragon and that it would prevent the secrets of what happened in this place to be revealed. Young Witchblade came here to be tested. Anazra progressed a good hour before she feels the presence of Dragon.

- What are the rules of the Order of the Witchblade? Asked a deep voice.

- To serve you, the people and the Dragon Lords.

- Well, and how best to serve a Lord-Dragon? The voice was more serious.

Anazra was silent a few seconds. Then your heart is narrowed. He had left the Lord DrakAzol against a potential risk. If looking for her honor, she should not stay her anymore. she ran as fast as he could. She stopped briefly and turned to her magical powers to support her more. She manages to reach the Lord who at that time was being assaulted by a bunch of rogues trying to steal his wealth. Without hesitation, she drew her sword and her skill came into play long before well-trained. The bandits did not resist very long and fled in a hurry. The Dragon Lord fortunately, was not harmed.

- Well, I really thought you were going to abandon me to my fate.

- A Witchblades duty is to protect the Dragon Lords.

- Because you are a Witchblade?

- If the leader of our order does not mind.

- In this case, I will allow myself to act in your favor.

A few days later, the temple of the order of the Witchblade in NozDingard. Again, they were all together, but this time their robes were blue and meaning rejoiced. Anazra was back on her knees before Naya. There was silence then.

- Honor never leaves us. When we are in doubt, we can count on each other.

She took the sword of Anazra.

- This is the symbol of our commitment and I am pleased today to make you. To proudly carry the weapon and join your sisters, Anazra, witchblade of NozDingard.

Unlocking the Shadow

The dance of the courtiers was now finished, but the mission did not stop there for Ishaia. She had given a quest to Marlok and he had now bad news. She returned to Kastel Draken with her servants following in order to reach the Tomb of the ancestors, and after several days of travel, the objective was achieved: the camp of the Zil.

Seeing the arrival of the delegation with the colors of the Council Ergue guarding around quickly warned Abyssien. The latter met all Zil fighters available to receive the best way to majestic visitors. He was surprised to recognize the flag of the Lady Ishaia. In the past, their paths had already crossed. The Councilor looked at the audience with a neutral air.

- Councilor, welcome to our humble abode.

- Abyssien, she replied, nodding respectfully. Thank you for your welcome. Do not worry, I will not stay long.

- Zil Fighters looked at each other. Whats happening? Most of them were not even aware of the existence of a council of guilds exist, and they would learn at their expense. Ishaia and Abyssien and settled into a private part of the capital. The head of the Zil offered refreshments to the counselor.

- Pleased to see that you know how to still receive visitors.

- Please reserve her thoughts to herself, remember who made you enter the Council! He said with some anger in his voice.

- Well, well precisely because we knew is that the council sent me instead! Do you have preferred to be that it be the Regent?

- No, of course, I’m glad to see you. But I think sometimes you have an arrogant attitude. What brings you here?

- Well, I come to announce bad news. Then she cleared her throat as she unrolled a parchment. Many facts we are raised to us, including: the assassination of the Prophet by Telendar, once leader of the Guild Zil, the infiltration of a Nehantiste among members of his clan, the betrayals of its members Selene Silene and Telendar, lack of reporting of new guild members, and finally the lack of reporting on their activities for several months.

Abyssien swallowed. Indeed it was something serious.

- Based on these facts, the council adopted the following decision. The Guild Zil has two months to update their statements and prove they can still be worthy of the title it carries. Otherwise, they will be dissolved.

It was a fatal blow which had hit the Chief Zil.

- Abyssien well understood, does not make me happy. Officially, the Council needs to answer for the actions of your guild. We must renew your shield and show that its members are trustworthy.

She left her drink and stood up.

Unofficially, I know that this is all about Telendar. But the rules are strict; the clan leader is responsible for the acts of his guild. The conflict in being embedded intensifies. I have no doubt that zils talents are appreciated, if you can channel them. Abyssien remained silent all this was serious and he had to act wisely.

-Well, I can wait no longer Councilor; there are things I have to do.

The tone made it clear was Abyssien going to take things in hand. The face of the head Zil has changed and it began to swell

- Oh well, I think I’m leaving now. In two months, we judge the evolution of things.

Councilor left as quickly as she came, leaving the zil chief at his business.

Abyssien was surrounded by the other fighters. He had explained the situation and they were serious. Kriss moved toward the head.

- Abyssien, you must meet the triumvirate.

The oldest zils knew that there was a triumvirate that when the situation required it would meet to make decisions. The newer members learn how they operate.

-We have to. Then look at the crowd. Well listen to me everyone should clear the runway, away everything that gets in the way, once they’re done a circle is made around him. Kriss will bring a person unknown to the vast majority of you. If it will ever speak to you, do not respond.

Fighters left the track, then a large trunk is brought out Abyssien, opened it and took its contents. Then gently, he placed what looked like a puppet made of straw and fabric with the colors of the guild. Then straighten the body. Kriss began playing music with his body until then air a tune unknown to most of the troops. Abyssien, meanwhile, launched a charm of night in the room, then another spell that created a light well on the track. The black cat that never leaves Kriss began to revolve around the kind of puppet. Zil chief loved to keep pace with the music. After a moment the straw dummy was lifted in the air while the cat. Tentacles of shadow came out of the cat and curled around what in fact was a scarecrow. Then passed through the eyes and mouth, leaving the feline unconscious and thr Scarecrow fell on the floor.

The music stopped as the incantation. The creature was standing and rocking gently back and forth with arms in the air ranging. All held their breath watching the event. Then the scarecrow came to life and started walking, looking around. After a walk, stopped at Abyssien and Kryss. The two men bowed, and the creature did the same.

- WHY DO YOU bother me?

- We had to meet the triumvirate, the guild is in danger.

- AAAH? WHAT the guiLD I created IS in DANger?

Abyssien explained so the liabilities of the guild and the notice of the Council. The scarecrows turned and refit a lap. He recognized no one besides Bloodsword and Faceless, who remained in place.

- OUUUH my little GRANdits you! You are SUPERb!

Continuing his tour, he stopped before Dark.

- WHats your NAme?

But she said nothing, remembering the warning of Abyssien. The Scarecrow nodded his head.

- She is called Dark, she is good at juggling, said the chief. We need to talk in private. Kryss, and newcomer Abyssien left the rest leaving them full of speculation.

The triumvirate meets so away from the tent to be free of any spy.

- Don'T WORRY RIngMAster, they CAN not dissOLVE my belovED GUIild! The SHadow is heRE NOw!

- What will give us credit? Kryss wondered

- We will get down to business, said Abyssien whose face swelled again.

- YES! We will PUnish the traitors and do WHAT I was created for, to ENsure THAT EVIL does nOT come out of the SHadows.

- Will you stay this time? Asked Kriss who changed.

- YES But NO one should know who I am! Archmage Artrezil has BEEN clear about tHIS. You NAme me SALEM NOW!

Adventure

As everywhere in the world, the White Islands offer to soothe parched throats, disreputable taverns where alcohol flows freely and thieves rob drunks. Its one of those places where the incredible adventure of the crew of Al Killicrew starts. “The two wooden legs” was a tavern in the neighborhood most notorious of the famous city of Volovan a cesspool of scoundrels and swindlers of all kinds. Burrich beater, one of the regular customers had good hope of getting a hit of trying to sell a centuries old treasure map. Until his story reached the ears of Bragan, a member of the crew of the Al Killicrew. After doing some checking, he reported the authenticity of the thing to his captain. Al killicrew was very interested in this discovery.

Bragan, the old pirate, Poulkos, the man fish and captain Al Killicrew entered the tavern where he had conducted the sale of the map. Many left across the pirates, whose bad reputation preceded them. For those who never had met Killicrew, the first impression that caused them to leave stunned them. With her hat, the young woman, often found it difficult to get through the doors, both in height because of her height and width due to the impressive mechanical prosthesis that replaced her right arm.

His appointment was waiting in a corner. Burrich was going from there after imagining his riches after he sold the piece of paper found in a trading opportunity. Both of the captain’s crew sat at the table of the unfortunate salesman. The captain was sat immediately his left.

- Display us your merchandise, merchant! Bragan shouted with all the kindness he could show.

The man took out the coveted object; a scroll was probably sealed by a leather thong and a red wax seal. Al Killicrew examined the strap and then unfolded the map. This was it! Several years looking in vain to be found almost by accident. But she showed no satisfaction. Poulkos threw on the table a purse containing money. The man grabbed it and opened it eagerly. Unfortunately he was disappointed; the sum does not really fit their expectations.

- Hey! But there’s nothing in here! He said angrily.

When the Killicrew rose from her stool, knocking her stool and grabbed the jerks neck and lifted him to her face. The other two did not move a finger. It was necessary to maintain the myth of the famous Al Kilicrew!

- Listen herring head of a scum. I have filled my cove. I got rid of them in the salt mines of Brenda. So if you do not want to lose an arm and ill do the same to you, accept this transaction it is entirely honorable.

The man was speechless. He thought everything was over for him. Bragan and Poulkos looked as if his last hour had arrived. Weighing the pros and cons rather quickly handed the map.

- Here you go; I think it’s a good deal!

The captain dropped him suddenly and he collapsed to the ground. He barely had time to get up that pirates were already leaving, which was a relief for him. He had a little more money and a lot less trouble.

A little later on Arc-Kadia, the ship of captain kilicrew she was steering the wheel, all of it was excitement. The young woman had brought back all her crew so far was “licensed”. In her cabin, the young woman tried to penetrate the secrets of the treasure map when someone knocked at the door.

- Captain, It’s me! Says a high-pitched voice. When killicrew stood up, she opened door and looked at his second with joy.

- Come in, she said, looking if there was not one or two curious spies. I found it, I finally found the Titan Captain Hic’s map!

Gemineye, the second in command, frowned and took off a few strands that fall over her face. She had grown up with the captain and the two women had become true brothers in arms. When the Kilicrew proudly showed him the map, displayed on the panel. Scattered around, even above, were a lot of open books and measuring instruments. The map was quite large and above all beautifully illustrated.

-You truly believe that is the captain Hic who drew it?

- Absolutely! Kilicrew said while showing a lot of scrolls. That’s all I met on it. Here are a number of drawings signed by his hand. The style corresponds, and the date too. If you look closely, the left is the kingdom of Bramamir before the vortex is formed. We knew Hic that lived there before the war with the void.

Gemineye watched the map. She felt the magic emanating from the map its discreet but there. The Guemelite ran her hand on the map on purpose but it did not activate. Inscriptions appeared on the parchment, and then the map gave a fine smoke that settled to form a much more complete. A small yellow ball the size of a finger appeared on the map.Killicrew moved, her eyes shining with excitement. She took a look at the inscriptions, was a language that few knew, but it has long dominated. His father was a pirate captain, and had taught her daughter everything she knew.

Here’s what it says:

“The hunt begins, against all odds you will encounter, but the cardinals will help you. At each stage will fight, get everything from Titan or sink to eternal oblivion”.

She read the phrase repeatedly in order to better perceive the essence.

- Well, this is mysterious, it is very interesting.

Her second looked at the yellow dot. She took a map of the region and compared both planes.

- We recognize certain parts of the White isles; the yellow dot indicates a piece that was once the coast. We can be there in two days.

- Well, prepare the crew. Fill the ship energy. Were leaving tomorrow!

- Well, Captain.

On the following morning the ship was ready. It was a gigantic 3 masts powered by large engines “Vafeur”, which united a technology based on a steam engine and lightning, a machine created by mixing crystals and magical forces of nature recovered from the same clouds. Electrical arcing produced crystals that licked very particular chatter. But the crew had grown accustomed to them long ago and nobody had him carefully. On the bridge, everyone expected the speech of her captain. Gemineye had done their job and they all were right. Finally, the captain appeared, carrying her wide sword as proof of her leadership.

- Pirates! Today we follow the Titan, the famous ship of Captain Hic and treasure that it holds! She said, raising her sword toward the sky.

Then they all look and start yelling, giving encouragement, head full of dreams of wealth and glory. The crew was put to the task; the ship broke loose from the dock and sails for the winds. The Arc-Kadia shuddered, creaked, and then slowly rose into the air. City Volovan and its island, floating in the sky became smaller and smaller while the cluds grew. When kiliirew proudly wore the helm, I knew exactly where to go, had memorized the treasure map and the plans for her second.

Night had fallen over the ancient kingdom of Bramamir and two days had passed since his departure. No one slept and all in feverish activity; the ship began its approach to a remote island and small. This was undulating dunes and completely covered with gloomy sand.

- What do we know about the area, Gemineye?

- Not much, it is a desert region, there is nobody living in the region. She has assured death who dares to come here.

- An ideal place to hide something. BRAGAAAAAAAN!! Shouted the captain.

A good-natured old man appeared, half asleep, and a bottle of rum in hand.

- Yes? My captain?

- You go in the morning on the island with lil Laddie and...

- Me! Me! Me! Me!

Then landed a kid with a short hair and very lightly dressed. He climbed the stairs to the bridge in a jiffy and stopped by putting himself at attention. Al Kilicrew looked desperately and shook her head, hiding her face with her left hand.

- Do you ever sleep pest? Taunted Bragan.

- Captain, let me go with them! The redhead insisted.

- Well, you can go there, but I warn you I don’t want to here our mission failed because of you .Do you understand, Armada?

- Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

She leaped into the air waving her arms frantically.

A few hours passed and the day finally arrived, the small group was ready. The vessel was placed far enough away to Bragan, clerks and Armada could descend with a rope. The sand was warm and unsullied and dunes stretching as far as the eye can see. The small group moved slowly but surely toward the center of the island. Aboard the Arc-Kadi, Al Kilicrew watched using her binoculars, but the heat from the sand, quickly hidden from the group of pirates. After a few hours of walking, Bragan realized that something was wrong

- By walking this far, we should have reached the other side of the island.

- Clerk surveyed the surroundings.

- Here! Traces in the sand! Look, three people have been here.

- They are our trails, boy! Armada spat. Were running around like rats in a boat.

- Damn, what will we do? Launched the sailor with a hint of panic.

- Let us ponder this course! I know you do not often but will be needed. Let’s start by changing direction. The group returned to the road, and some moments later, while the heat was becoming untenable;

- We are going to die...

Lil Laddie had took off his jacket and looked at the others.

- Not yet. I told you I had to think.

- It seems you, old man, on a reflection? Armada says laughing.

- Well.... To ponder. And it is an old story that makes me think of the solution. Do you know the mirrors of Flint?

- Both young women responded buy not in unison.

- Because I know, I’m not surprised. Some pirates to hide a treasure, created a series of subtle magic mirrors, which makes people, go around in circles and the unfortunate who wanted to steal it. And this is the case, as no one could steal, although Hic and died long ago, the spell is still active.

- And how do we leave?

- By magic! These mirrors are a mirage; we can stop it by breaking them. Armada your explosives you always have them with you. Put three loads to make a triangle, you know what a triangle is?

- Pfff, I know what that is, senile old man!

Bragan focused for long minutes, while Armada placed the three bombs. Then a flame appeared before the mage pirate. It turns into a bird, it became two and then a third appeared.

- Get down!

Armada and Clerk had barely had time to stick to the ground when Bragan unleashed his birds to the bombs. A huge explosion rang out and then a cloud of dust was formed.

- Kof! Kof! Beh I say, that’s some strong bombs that you have made for us Armada.

- Yep, small but effective!

- Look! There! Something is shining in the sand.

Indeed, a little further in the sun a gold shone like a thousand fires lit. Approaching the pirates recognized a shattered skull, his teeth clenching a roll of gold. At the time when Bragan took the object, the skull became a pile of sand. The island itself began to shake in tremors.

Aboard the Arc-Kadi, the crew scanned the surroundings. It was long hours and now the troops are gone. Concern had been growing slowly. Then came the explosion, and some moments later, a strange fact. The island shook and lost pieces that capsized in the storm. When Kilikrew quickly glanced through her telescope and noticed his men. The boat pitched and moved to the unfortunate fate privateers who fought to avoid being sucked into one of the many holes that formed in the sand. Bragan, clerks and Armada were aboard again, just in time when the whole island fell apart ...

ACT 3: DAZZLING ILLUMINATION

Dazzling Illumination

Nature had covered the tomb of the ancestors of thick vegetation. It had obeyed those born of earth and trees. The fury with which the Sap heart had entered the conflict put an end to the peace that the place used to have. The vines that completely covered the rock that fell from the sky looked as if the blood pulsating flow through the beating of an invisible heart. The Sphinx with divine rage, tried cut the roots that captured him, but these were very strong to make matters worse two dangerously huge HomChai are coming towards him. Fortunately for the Temple Guardian, Kararine gave him a hand. Stealthy and agile as a panther, he freed his fellow Nomad. The latter decided to withdraw the time it takes to find Iolmarek a solution to this strong resistance. The chief of the nomads of the desert had much work, rejecting Keizan’s and Spirit Speakers magical attacks. The magic of the two Dais was powerful, but the faith of Iolmarek and his acolytes was a wall against which his opponents came crashing.

A little further out, the remains of the camp of Noz’Dingard served as a framework for a strange encounter. Melissandre was discussing with Valentin, the dragon knight.

- You live in a force that Keizan identified as equivalent to the World Tree. You must understand that this stone is not good for our land and it will damage it.

Valentin awoke with a start in the morning when the Sap Heart launched its offensive. Very quickly on a war footing, he had observed the skirmishes, making his account by Dragonic eyes of a situation quite complex and explosive. Then later, the young Elfine had presented to him, for reasons that he didn’t understand.

- We speak to Dragon and appeal to your wisdom. I speak for Keizan asking for the help of your people. He must feel the effects of perversion that the stone generates.

Valentin scratched his beard, quite confused. He was no magician so he did not know much about what they were trying to explain. He had been sent there to wait for the other members to return from their mission.

- I am one of the Knights of Dragon, all that I know, he also knows because we are connected.

At that time, Dragon decided to speak. The physical aspect of Valentin’s features changed, his appearance became those of a hybrid human / dragon.

- I heard the call of the World Tree, Elfine. The evil is hidden from the eyes of all and to my Sent.

Melissandre felt a little disappointed by this response.

- But Valentin will support you and use his knowledge to help you. I will send you to other allies when the time comes.

Then Valetin returned to his normal appearance.

- Well, it looks like I should put myself under your command.

A little later, with the fortuitous aid of the old dragon knight, the Nomads were in position very deplorable. There were several wounded in the ranks of the faithful of Solra. But fortunately for them, they were not alone. They fought for an ideal and a higher power that exceeded their condition. The rock that fell from the sky, still surrounded by vines, released a new song. The old priest listened and understood it as if it were heavenly voices.

“Call her servant. She alone can pull this away”.

- Her?

Malika, who was next to the priest, took the cassock Iolmarek.

- Who is she? Be clearer!

But the priest did not hear anything else. Then he took an oil lamp and rubbed. Then a blue creature came out.

- Yes, my master, can I grant one of your wishes?

- I use my second wish, genie. I want Djamena here immediately.

- Let it be done according to your will, master.

The Genie closed his eyes and a golden aura appeared around him. Then came a flash, blinding everyone in the area. When they’re sight came back, there by his side a young woman with characteristic white robes of the god of the initiates Solra. The young woman had visible signs of being embarrassed by what had just occurred and cast glances around with some panic. Then, staring inquisitors who had saved her father from an uncertain fate, she understood the song. The sweet voice was addressed only to her.

“Djamena, wake up! It is time for you to become the one you were before. Hear me Djamena”

The young woman did not move, but there was something in her, then she transformed. A spear appeared in her hand, and then she flew, upward toward the stone. After a few seconds, the vines around her broke, then fell, broke down and eventually become sand. The gem glowed more brightly once more. At its foot, Djamena had changed. She had grown wings and her hair floating in the wind had turned almost white. The Nomads all knew that a new Solarian had just made her appearance and this meant that the battle was not lost yet. Now, the soil around the stone is cracked, and a violent divine power had to work.

Now, the soil around the stone cracks, a violent divine energy began to work. Alhem felt Solra he looked and judged their actions. The Healing theurgies were invoked, calling all the Nomads plumbed for a new round. The counter-attack was launched by the Sphinx, in a roar, leaped on Red Mark nearly decapitating the Homchai, luckily Valentin rescued him, pushing the giant to the body of a lion. Djamena then intervened.

- You will be judged, I am the arm of God, and you’re an insect I will crush! She says angrily. Scarcely had she uttered these words, the sky began to darken.

- Lord, our following acts are not worthy of your eyes. What the Eclipse covers your eyes and give us divine favor with the black light.

- The Claw had slipped through the remains of lianas and trees and was about to deal attack the young nomad when she was immobilized. It felt as if drawn on the floor. Iolmarek advanced to her laughing derisively. His appearance had changed his clothes and his attitude had turned black.

- Eclipse, my beautiful Eclipse, we have a Guemelite!

Then with both hands, he grabbed the claw by the neck and lifted her over

- Your sins are many, infidel! Your soul is mine forever.

He clapped his right hand on the head of the Guemelite then, as if he had caught something invisible, he pulled with all his might. A ghostly form came out of her. Her Soul left the body. Her heart stopped beating and her arms stopped waving.Keizan watched the scene without being able to do anything...

To the Edge

The Tomb of the Ancestors was ablaze. The stone that had fallen from the sky burned everything, destroying the camp of NozDingard and Kotoba. The Sap Heart and Valentine the dragon knight had retreated in the territory of Eltarite. They were soon joined by others who had witnessed the battle and wanted to learn more. The Desert Nomads now held the Tomb of the Ancestors, galvanized by the stone and the Eclipse that occurred shortly after the appearance of their new fighter. These fanatics had set defeat the creatures of nature.

The Keizan held in his arms the lifeless body of the Claw, sadness and fatigue was visible on the faces of the Eltarians. For the shock and the importance of the event, was one of the rare occasions when many foreigners were accepted into the ancestral lands, which is usually hidden. As there were members of the envoys NozDingard, Kotoba, Zil Fighters and even the Pirates, the newcomers to the conflict.

The wind passing between the trees,Keizan put on the ground the lifeless body of his adopted daughter. If I had a heart, this would be broken into a thousand pieces because his grief was great. Around the other members of the Sap Heart met and began the ritual chant of the dead, a sad melody and melancholy.The Dais loved then an ancient spell to return to earth, roots emerged from the earth and surrounded the Claw. Then slowly, all sank into the ground.

During this time Valentine was speaking inside with Dragon.

- My lord, you saw through my eyes everything that happened. What action will you now take? These nomads seem to be as dangerous as the faithful Nehant.

- Knight, you will have to act without direct confrontation, at least for now. There is one person who could provide a solution. He is in this forest but he is trapped.

- I turn to that person?

- Yes, he is needed. Some of the envoys should not delay to get there now.

- I obey.

Once the song ended, Valentine went to meet the Keizan.

- Sorry to bother you at a painful time like this. I ask a favor. The Keizan nodded and then Valentin heard his voice in his head.

- Yes envoy of Dragon?

- Obviously someone at home would have a solution to destroy the powers of these nomads.

- Who?

- A person that you imprisoned.

The Dais whose face was frozen with no mouth shook his head.

- The person you mentioned that was punished for his actions.

- I do not call into question your opinion, but would it be possible to talk to him?

- I suspect that a higher presence of you gave to the existence of that person.

- Dragon thinks the prisoner is a link in the chain and that their help is essential.

After a long hesitation, Keizan accepted guiding the dragon knight to the site where he was imprisoned for many years, to the heart of the jungle. For two days they traveled trails, Valentin was surprised to see so many unusual and wonderful places, although for years he had traveled the world from here to there. They finally reached where previously the tree-height Heart dominated the world. There was nothing but a lifeless trunk, but it was the territory of Keizan. At the turn of a few large trees surrounded by shrubs was long and dangerous prisoner.

- I authorize you to speak, but be careful with your words, my brother is vindictive.

- Your brother? Good. Did he have a name?

- Today we call it the Hailwalker you will understand why the sight.

Before them stood aside vegetation leaving free passage to a large block of amber. Inside was confined for a high-rise Dais whose left side was filled with pieces of bright green stones. Keizan ran his hand over the Hailwalker, giving it the power to perceive the world around him. Immediately he felt a wave of sadness. He understood the events that had happened, and everything that led to the death of the Claw. The anger was too fast, too fast!

- That’s where all this leads to my brother! The time for talk is over, set me free!

- No, you know that’s impossible. Valentine was surprised by the voice of Hailwalker, powerful and clear.

- And you Guemelite, do not you feel the slow destruction of our world? He said, addressing the Dragon Knight.

- I know we have a tough opponent and you have a solution to our purpose.

- Before that you must let me out, but I can not stay motionless, paralyzed in this place while Eltarites die!

- The Claw knew the risk! Keizan replied vigorously.

- Yes, of course, but you, you left her to die. So which of us should be in this block of amber, my brother?

- But you know it or not a means to address these nomads from the desert? The dragon Guemelite perceived animosity coming from the between two brothers.

- Yes, I know said Hailwalker who was calming down.

- Now tell us what you know brother.

-I told you, Ill have to leave this prison because Ill have to take people there. Keizan Heard the lamentation of Eltarianos, they feel the wind change and danger lurks close to home.

The Dais knew this moment would come someday, but if Hailwalker really has the solution he should leave his feelings aside and give way to reason. And if he ever becomes unstable Hailwalker would be taken back to his prison where he would spend the rest for eternity.

- Well, I release you. But one false step, you will return here. Keizan then hit the ground with his cane covered with moss and leaves. A wave of magical energy was extended to the block of amber, which was reduced until the prisoner can finally move. He stretched and then advanced at once to his brother.

- I keep my word; I will help as best I can.

Several days later, on the edge of the forest a village of tents had been installed, a combination of all the guilds. Arc-Kadia, the pirate ship had anchored a little later in a clearing. They exchange of views about what was happening and stopped talking when Keizan, Valentine and Hailwalker appeared. They formed a large circle around them.Hailwalker turned around looking at each of them.

- War is upon us. Those from the desert serve a god that can’t be stopped.

Among the crowd there were many whispers.

- Those that are able to avoid the animosity they feel for the others will be an unparalleled support for the battle ahead. Come with me, so some of you may solve our main problem, the stone fallen from sky.

- And where do you plan to go? Asked Malyss the Kotoba mage.

- To the Edge… replied the Hailwalker.

Again the whispers were made the meeting, the name “Edge” seemed to cause a lot of questions, some fear, others by curiosity.

- I know a way to take us there. I will not deny that it is very risky, but what is the risk compared to the danger we face? Any volunteers? One member from each profession seems to be a good choice. Ergue immediately stepped forward.

- I’ve always wanted to go

Then Malyss followed, Moira and finally, after much discussion and given the interest of finding something valuable,Gemineye was the representative of the Pirates. Meanwhile Dragon offered his help. Thanks to Valentin and NozDingard Sent there, a portal opened between where they were and the great reception hall of the palace NozDingard, thus avoiding a long way since the Edge was on the other side of the Draconia compared to its current position. They were received by the Prophet.

- Welcome. The Draconia available to the expedition food and some supplies so they can better fulfill this task. I’ll be sure to find a place to stay overnight at the border of Baranthe.

- Thank you Prophet.

A week later, the group of adventurers arrived at the border. Nearby were the mists of the Edge. This particular location was a barrier, hidden behind the tomb where The Void was imprisoned a hundred years ago. This magical fog was a crossing point between two continents, inmates and what is commonly called Land Guem. It happened sometimes that some people on one side or the other comes across to another continent, sometimes unwittingly, sometimes after a long search.

- Here on the edge of the fog in the Edge, we dare to try entry we may never be able to go out.

They asked Hailwalker

- I’ve heard of this place. Are you sure you want to go there? Powerful magic invades the area, I can feel the sensation. Malyss looked worried.

- This is the magic that allows us to cross over.

Hailwalker said that all were tied to each other. At the same time driven by curiosity and anxiety about the unknown, the expedition rushed into the thick fog. They could not see beyond their noses and trust was placed in advance with caution. Soon the floor cracked under their feet covered with scorched earth particles were added to the clouding of vision, making breathing difficult and it was painful . An hour passed, and around them, but did not see it, the landscape started to become chaotic. Crystals of many colors emerging from everywhere, making their slow progress dangerous. Their guide will go through diversion was incredible, but gradually the fog faded and disappeared in the ashes. When everything around them clarifies obviously they were no longer in Guem, but on the other end of the world with an amazing setting.

- Looks like the White Islands! But it’s huge! Gemineye exclaimed.

Everyone was fascinated with the discovery of this part of the world. Not lost sight that left hundreds of islands floating from earth to heaven. After a quick glance down they could see the planets surface.

- We got it. Our journey has just begun and journey to spread the risk. We set off in search of a legendary creature that ever existed in the Land of Guem the “Stone Eater”.

Mutiny

Excerpts from the diary of Al Kilicrew.

[…]We found a strange object on island of captain Hic, we presume, that it belonged to him,it was magically protected, fortunately, Bragan knew this spell without him, we would have ended up our ass in the water.[…]

[…]The object was actually a lost beacon. When we approached the area I noticed that the map symbols and furrows appeared on the metal.Gemineye spent several hours with this enigma, not realizing what it was. It was Klementine who solved the riddle when I went for solutions to the rest of the crew. It was another trick of pirates, a ball of gunpowder, Gunpowder must be put on the object, and then on again, once done, slide it on parchment. It should start a supported a cross-shaped symbol that is on the field, on parchment, then slips the area alone, drawing a shape. It is very difficult to explain as well. Having done this we had there on the parchment a totally weird. […]

[...]I have an incredible headache; I must say that was held in good shape our finding. Overlaying the map of Captain Hic and parchment with the line taken by the island starting point where we had found the area was an excellent idea. Following the thick line that runs through the points and making them correspond to certain indications, this showed us the place where to go next. […]

[…]While doing an inspection where we expected to find the next puzzle, we met with an obstacle of a larger size, an absence of wind. We are in the middle of nowhere, both the rudders, and machines, no longer respond. Our only hope is for Klementine to find out how to solve this. […]

[…]It’s been several days since Arc-Kadia is immobile in the air like a beached hulk. I do not understand what is happening here, we are exactly where the map indicates, was I wrong? In any case, is what some sailors seem to think so that they started to talk to each other. I overheard the conversation between Poulkos and Gemineye, it seems that I am not a very good captain as I thought. I will monitor this closely; this attitude by my second astonished me. […]

[…]Mutiny! It was so sudden; I doubt that this is normal. One of the crew wants me surrender under the pretext of not having protected and not anticipating this. These cowards captured Klementine and Bragan whom who faithful to me. Such as to let them know he’s going to fly through the air. For my wooden leg! What led you to do this? Did they think the ship is suddenly going to regain movement as soon as they get rid of me? Truly I have the impression that they are going crazy. […]The more time passes the situation worsens. I have to recover the ship, I have no other choice, I required klementine to be release first and she will reactivate nut. With this advantage it will be easy to take the rest. For a long time since I had the opportunity to re-use my pistolblades would have preferred it to be in better condition, so be it. […]

[…]I succeeded, Klementine is free. Armada will have a headache for sometime, but I wanted to pass. I knew this girl was not very clever; she threatened to blow us up. What made me take her on board? […] Klementine tells me that the rebels were behaving strangely.[…] We went to reactivate nut, they will now see that wood when I’m done with them.

[…]A long battle took place. It has damaged my beautiful ship; I’ll make them pay me all this shit to these savages! Good results, all the mutineers are neutralized without any death. It has rumbled, I did not know Klementine was also smart. She made a kind of gloves at once magical and mechanical. Nut struck, and many Klementine was exactly doing the same gesture! The others were very surprised by this find. […]I questioned these scum bags were doing, but they’re answers were evasive and they didn’t knew what happened. Upon reflection, the relationship between the point of the next puzzle and all this was almost clear. Bragan then confirmed that it was still something magical to work. […]

[…]It happened again a weird thing; the ghost of Captain Hic appeared on deck, a rather handsome man for that matter. It made me realize that I was worthy to continue the race to the treasure. In any case even without his consent I would have continued. […]When the boat is has recovered again to advance, and where captain hic once stood there was, a red book the title size copper closed by a lock-shaped mouth of a demon appeared. On the cover that read the title: journal of Captain Hic. […] The lock did not last long, a pistol stroke and has shattered it. […]

[…]I read the diary of Captain Hic; we can say that he has experienced incredible adventures. I note this particularly, the writing was difficult to decipher: “My bones are broken. My ship landed in the middle of an incredible place, there are bubbles everywhere. As death tends to me his cloak of doom, its time for me to start the spell of inheritance. If you read these lines is that you are my heir, but beware because ....” Unfortunately it stops there. A new bright spot on the map, we set off, I can not wait to see what it holds.

The Nehantist

Marlok looked at one of the many mirrors in the bathroom. It had been a long time, since he had seen himself that way.

- “You already have gray hair old man”, he said out loud. “Its time to go back home”.

Aerouant that was standing in the doorway shaking his head convinced that this man had gone mad. After all, had he not been part of Zil.

- Marlok, the others we have been waiting for a long time, you ready?

The tone of the color displayed Aerouant, as his grandmother, he did not like him and did not hesitate to let him know that.

- Son, rushing is never a good adviser, as well as resentment.

- Don’t you talk to me! You know that despite your relative freedom, you’re nothing but a convict.

- You’re right to be angry with me, but if your uncle has freed me because I am one of the few that can trigger this bag of knots and solve the “problem” of Zil.

Both men were then at the north gate of NozDingard where were some of the envoys and the new Prophet are located, the only absentee was Anryéna. Possibly she would have things to tell your father? Kounok spoke.

- Alishk, Pilkim Aerouant and you will go to the Tomb of the Ancients, and to meet with the zils. Others will not be sent away and assist you if necessary.

- Then he addressed Zahal.

- Here is a letter to send to Angelica is in Kastel Drakren. Deliver it without delay Dragon Knight.

Zahal took the letter without looking at the Prophet, still shameful for his failure. He greeted the soldiers and set off directly.

- Its time for you to return to your mission Marlok. Prophet added.

Some were quite amazed and Aerouant scowled. But no one said a word because the Prophet”s order should not be discussed.

- The shadow extends his hands over the world to us to bite us until we bleed! Take care and remember the teachings they received. Nehant The magic is very powerful; it is sneaky and can reap life in “the blink of an eye”.

- Prophet, my witchblades will accompany your men.

The way in which Naya just went to the Prophet was bordering on disrespect her authoritative tone denoted her mood and thought; she would avenge him, with whom she shared her life in another time. Kounok looked at what was the partner of his brother during long years and also is the mother of Aerouant. The Prophet heard Dragon “Let her go, claiming revenge and wanting to protect her son will be an advantage”.

- You are welcome in this expedition, you should already know the danger, but his eyes sparkle with rage, their hearts beat hard and you want to avenge my brother. Be Dragon’s teeth and bite, bite deep!

Thus Naya, the commander of the Witchblades with Anazra, Eglantyne and Moira joined the expedition.

The trip lasted a few days, during this time Marlok explained his plan to everyone. To undo the bond that existed between the Zil fighters and the Nehantist a magic ritual was needed to be performed. This ritual will attract evil, as surely as flies to dung. They will attack during this. The Witchblade will therefore be the protectors of the ritual, time will be required to complete this and release the zils. Meanwhile it was necessary that all of us should be quiet. They set up camp at a reasonable distance from those who are they trying liberate.

Marlok put on his old clothes with the colors of the zils.

- Tomorrow at noon, begin the ritual. This will give me the time to gather those who are under the influence of Nehantist.

Then he pulled out a bag that was the arm of his golem, which, after a spell, it became an integral part of his own arm. Then he looked at Aerouant and Pilkim.

- You must know the fate of link is not found?

- Theoretically, Aerouant said. But I never threw it.

- I know what to do, Pilkim said with a timid voice. The young mage still remembered his first meeting with Marlok.

- In that case, put it on me, then during my absence I will require that each of you can see the ties.

- With what purpose? Moira asked out of curiosity.

- it will reveal the ties lets you see the magic thread that links a person with a stone heart, you have one. It is a spell Eredan invented by himself. When we deal with the Nehantist, this will allow us to see who is the handler and, if necessary, to know if one of us falls under the influence of the enemy. This should not happen because our stones are linked to heart-Dragon, but you never know what could happen.

Moira shook her head, motioning that she had received the message.

- Well, it’s time to work.

Marlok took two stones from a bag the same size and look the same, totally opaque red and black marbled. They gave one Aerouant and the other Pilkim who was excited.

- The Jasper! It is very rare, where did you get that?

Jasper was actually a stone with magical properties undeniable and served in numerous spells and rituals.

- This is my little secret. Marlok replied with a wink. Stand!

Pilkim was shown with an air of disappointment, but proudly held the stone, feeling its power.

The two young wizards went on the opposite sides of Marlok and the ritual began. They used their knowledge of cristalomancia and concentrated on the stones of Jasper levitating above the target of the spell.

- The invisible becomes visible, they cried together ritualistically.

Then Marlok felt the magical effect, his vision becomes slightly reddish. He blinked repeatedly to adjust his vision. He looked to his companions and found that a more or less thick yarn came out of them, which is going towards NozDingard.

- Well, it works, you are very talented. Naya, I expect you tomorrow at the noon.

The lady nodded satisfied.

-Go now, time is running out.

The mage did not linger and set off to join the Zil.

The black purple tent was peaceful; the only thing heard a sweet music played by Kriss. On the front porch half asleep Faceless served as a guard. Marlok approached him and a reasonable distance to avoid the slightest confusion cleared his throat. The HomChai was startled.

- Who’s there? Thundered with his deep voice, he tightened his giant blade with both hands.

- It’s me, Marlok!

- Marlok? But you had been caught!

- Yes, but I managed to escape.

Visibly pleased to see him again, Faceless dropped his sword and hugged the magician who couldn’t breathe because of the massive muscles of the HomChai.

- I am also happy to see you, and ... and ... You can let go.

- Realizing what he did and how it might end, the Homchai loosened his embrace. Then he called the others.

- Look whose back! Said a voice that came from the tent.

Then a head popped out of the tents entrance, it was Bloodsword, she shook the magicians arms, and in turn the guild members came out. Marlok realized that they were all linked to Nehantist. The thin filaments came out of them into the distance. Abyssien finally put his hand on the shoulder of Marlok.

- Welcome, you have plenty of things to tell, right?

- Tomorrow morning if you like, I will rest today, I’m exhausted.

- Yes, I understand. You have your place among us, go now.

The rest of the afternoon was quite happy in the bosom of Fighters Zil. They improvised a show to one who returned to them where everyone did an act.

“These people deserve to be saved” he said to himself internally. “They can be a definite asset in the approaching conflict”.

Then as the night wore on sleep was preying on them.

The next day, the sun was hidden behind dark clouds as an omen before a battle whose outcome is uncertain. Marlok then told how he was captured, thrown into prison, and then the long treatment he used to get out. While all this was a lie, no one expected it to be different. At noon all the zils were present in the tent. The timing was right; Marlok slipped near the door and turned to the tent leaving crystals on the earth. Blood sword found one of the crystals. Marlok went immediately to her. He saw that the link with the Nehantist became stronger. “Take Charge! Quickly”. Marlok then jump on her and took the stone out of her hand. Blood sword began to curse. Now all zils watched, Abyssien wondered what was happening. But it was too late, the ritual had begun. The wizard cast a protective bubble; no one else could enter or leave from the tent. Outside Alishk, Pilkim and Aerouant had followed the recommendations of the Witchblade which concerned a discrete approximation. Deployed all its art and applied to as Marlok planned. Were placed to form a triangle around the tent, they invoked the will of the Dragon. Large crystals emerged from the ground. Inside the tent,Blood sword who had become enraged resisted Marlok . The link between Nehantist and her was strong, his will was void. The others realized the situation when the dome had already appeared. Some tried to leave, others understood. Faceless decided to help his loyal friend and attacked the magician. Abyssien in turn began to understand, heard the pleas of the envoys that were outside. The Zil boss had always been very receptive to magic spells and understood instinctively what he saw.

- It is a ritual Isolation Guem! Bloodsword, Faceless, stop immediately!

But neither heard the order. In counterpart, the bond was strengthened Faceless, becoming uncontrollable. Marlok barely had time to launch the second protective shield around him. Bloodsword and Faceless attacked with superhuman strength in the wall of magic.

Abyssien! Marlok shouted. A Nehantist the controls her! He has her stone-heart!

A memory, vague and distant returned to the surface of his thoughts on the day of the visit of the Unknown. Was not present that day, but had told him that story and even then the relationship was not evident. Everything became clear, the assassination of the Prophet, the treachery of certain members of Combatants of Zil, the departure of its chief …

Abyssien decided to act, magic crackled from the shadow of his fingers and two black balls appeared on their feet. When the balls touch the ground disks became shade after cylinders, imprisoning the unfortunate possessed.

Outside the situation is rapidly degraded. The Wizards were going to finish the ritual as the sky darkened completely, as if night had been invited to the party. Naya drew her sword, imitated by other Witchblades. Silhouettes humanoids advancing on them, then became more defined more precise. It was a dozen people to more data, dressed as travelers or simple peasants armed with pitchforks, sticks or daggers.

- This is everything you send us? Eglantyne exclaimed. Don t underestimate us!

- Don t underestimate them my sister, the perfidy of Néhantist has no limits. she said to her sister which was not far away.

The possessed advanced without hearing the warning issued by the envoys Noz'Dingard, leaving them no choice but to attack them. Bolstered by dark powers, the attackers were a major force, but not enough to kill the bodyguards of wizards. While Anazra was going to kill one of the last raised still possessed a form fell on it. Fortunately, the young woman was taken by Naya, just in time to avoid the blades that have broken and probably killed her. Moira immediately recognized the figure. Telendar! The young man had changed, no longer saw his face was submerged in darkness, magic, large blades sticking out of his wide sleeves.

- YOU! Glared, Naya, the murderer of Prophet was in front her. she left all her anger explode ahead of the wings of glass were appeared on her back. A fight would be incredible.

Inside Abyssien helped keep at bay the zil fighters still under the influence of Nehantist. At that time, Marlok felt a familiar presence it was sultry and powerful. The Néhantist was here. - Marlok my little Marlok I have high hopes for you once... I was expecting you to join me...don’t you wish to learn the truth?

The Unknown was there, not far from them, the magician did not believe his eyes, there were dozens and dozens of threads that came to him, among whom was one of an incredible thickness, a privileged link. “Come back to this!” He said

- And you Abyssien, disappointed in your retirement?

Abyssien perceived power of the person in front of him, but he must find a plan. In fact the Nehantist studying both his opponents , felt the presence of a stone-heart untainted, of Abyssien the Nehantiste was the first act. The stone-heart from the head of Zil came from one of the pockets of his jacket and blew briskly into the Unknown. He captured the stone it started to turn black at high speed. Marlok pounced on his opponent while his hand turned into a sheet of glass blue glass. Abyssien began to scream, his spirit attacked by a powerful will, as a common fly crushed beneath a boot. Marlok hit the hand of Nehantist, releasing the stone heart of Abyssien fell, breaking the spell of Nehantist. The Stranger then disappeared. Outside the situation had evolved, shades had joined the battle, making it more difficult to defend the ritual. The Witch-blades put into practice they re art, supported by Naya extremely angry. Now a glass armor protecting her, wearing a helmet shaped head of a dragon. There, amid the fighting, not far from Nehantiste Telendar appeared. Looking at the Witchblades the newcomer approached his commander to front. Although, the outnumbered, they decided not to give up, encouraged by the presence of the Dragon.

- Naya, right? You will make a lovely converted. Quipped the Unknown.

- Swallow your words Nehantist!

At that time the weapons of the Witchblades began to glow with a bright white light.

- We are the guardians of justice, and justice will be done today! she shouted.

While this was passing the ritual was completed. The windows were broken and became dust. Pilkim, Alishk and Aerouant fell to the ground, their mission was accomplished, the Zil Warriors were free. The Nehantist swallowed a curse.

Inside the dome, Marlok stopped the tie of the Nehantist to the Zils There remained only the last part of the plan to implement. He left the tent quickly, he saw the confrontation between the Witchblade and Nehantiste. “He’s up to something”.just as he thought a form appeared beside Eglantyne. The Witchblade had no time to react and fell down her back scratched by the claws of a black-skinned creature. The feud continued growing, this time everyone was fighting for survival. Marlok launched his crystals on Eglantyne to protect her. Naya used her powers and drove back Telendar and shady. His skin looked bluish, with skirmishes, he fought as a tiger who dealt blow after blow. Moira and the accompanying Anazra suit held a deadly choreography under the eyes of Marlok. For his part the Nehantist, his fingers clenched, palms upward spilled black magic scrolls. A Dark Stone Heart appeared before him, forming an impenetrable protection.

- Let's what can you do without the support of your beloved Dragon!

The Unknown freed all the power accumulated, creating a circle of black magic that touched everyone present. But the desired effect did not occur. The links between the envoys and Dragon were still active. Marlok was equally surprised as the Nehantist was the latter frowned.

- Surprised with what happened?

The voice was Aerouant, wavering and weak, approached Marlok.

- Look, he says, pointing to a blue stone carved in the shape of a dragon's head. This was the stone of the Prophet, my father!

- A stone guardian? Marlok asked.

- Exactly. Added the young man by concentrating his magical power to the stone.

The blue stone in the hand of a young Mage crumbled and fell to dust. The Unknown growled.

- No problem, now that your stone is no more, I’ll start again!

Aerouant did not let him finish his sentence, he concentrated all his remaining magical forces

- The cristalomancia is our specialty, look and learn!

He took his arms to make T, and broke the magic stone in front nehantist. His the black stone hearts darkness disappeared in one fell swoop. Marlok took advantage of this opportunity to in turn cast a spell. His hands and lightning sizzled sprouted. The Stranger protected, then said on his return. A magical duel ensued. Its magic power clashed with and around them the ground is cracked or not stand the weight of the Magi. Marlok alternated between offensive and defensive, decking and shock. Neither could take the advantage over the other. At least until the intervention of Naya. Not seeing the blow coming, the light sword of Witchblade struck the Nehantist that he staggered, wounded. The latter bowed the knee.

- Surrender! Cried the commander in a threatening tone. Your servants are beaten, you are alone.

The Stranger looked up at his enemies and laughed mockingly.

- It was all planned, you have progressed. But I know today that you will not make the weight. My minions as you say are my way out. Goodbye!

Then he disappeared, leaving just traces of blood where he was.

Festivities

The Emperor was still ill, confined to his room in the palace of Mérag. The people prayed for their sovereign to quickly recover his health, to bring them back to the heavenly light. On the streets,residents were busy in preparing a big party, not in honor of the Emperor, but to celebrate the new year, the 106th since creation of the Empire of Xzia.

I am Kaori, in charge of teaching our customs to foreigners like you. Some of them you really need to know. And behind us is the streets of the imperial capital observe what is happening.

In the main square of the capital, a theater company performs in front of a dense crowd and disciplined, a piece that recalls the glory of Xzia and founded the Empire, which marked the beginning of the imperial calendar. All the work is told as an epic and heroic tale. The audience applauds and is amazed by a show that during normal days is out of reach, only to the troops, who are often paid for by the rich lords who have the means to afford such luxuries. It is an occasion for the imperial family to make a move to his people, and the current Emperor was always good and right.

At dusk, all Meragi to the streets. The city lights and lanterns is flooded with the music of the party. Everywhere, small groups gather around musicians and dancers around. Everyone can participate, because nothing keeps them that afternoon and all penalties are neglected. In front of the imperial palace tournament takes place the traditional New Year, where villagers brave can test their value. Iro, champion of the Emperor himself refereeing the fighting the and allowing the villagers to face off in a friendly game of wooden swords. It was Goshiun an unknown to the public water carrier who, thanks to his skills, took the title and was crowned champion of the year of the Rabbit.

In the night north of the city prepared the grand event of this New Year. The xziarites the vast majority are very superstitious, rarely missing this. For this occasion the “Kamizono” the garden dedicated to the “kami”, had been adorned with many decorations to the image of the rabbit was dark. The garden was located at the foot of the hill, on top of which was built the oldest and most important temple of Meragi.Tradition required to take the road leading to the temple, starting from the “Kamizono” with the image of Kami guard last year. Once up, while the Empire”s eyes lifted and fixed on the portrait, this is burned the “Kami” is released from it”s physical shell and return”s to the heavenly world. Once this ritual complete, go in the same path but this in a opposite direction carrying the effigy of the kami of the new year of the Empire. The road up to the temple goes through several “torii”, a kind of gates through which pass the spirits to reach the terrestrial world.

There are many other customs observed by the Xziarites, but the pots of soil are a singularity of this civilization. During the two days preceding the New Year's Day, Xziarites families made in earthenware pots. Then everyone writes up wishes to be granted by the Kami protector. Then, these vessels are placed in the garden, in front of the door or it could be placed in front of a temple, not forgetting to put food inside. The Xziarites must choose a dish that suits the Kami.. For example, putting meat on the vessels would be a grave offense for “Usagi no Kami”, the protective spirit of the new year. But if is appropriate and that the kami accepts the offering then wish will be granted this year. So, some lucky people enjoy favors from beyond.

Well ... I hope the trip interested you. There are many other wonders to see in Meragi, but remember one thing, there are some places you should not venture alone.

Beyond this apparent peace of mind this time of celebration in the Empire, the machinations and intrigues always continued.

Ooge Kage had worked well for months preparing a coup that would give the clan of the Crow an important position within government certainly His victim was none other than one of the next Emperor”s advisers and the minister of finance, Gozou Zhan. The night had fallen on Meragi. On the following night would be the party in the streets of the city. In a rich purple, Mr. Gozou, whose wife was traveling in the north of the Empire, gave himself up to spend time in the company of a young woman . Did not suspect even for a moment that this woman had been paid by another person to access the night with him. One thing was certain, would remember the rest of his days this time of loss. It was already late.Gozou had taken advantage of the more complete this time of carnal pleasure, drinking to excess. This way of acting was not the usual, but due to the bitch who know how to wrap, combined with the alcohol that helped the counselor had been carried away. Lying under a blanket, snoring like a blessed. Started up, foul, dark, went to a flask containing water and splashed his face. This is where he felt a particular and characteristic odor. He rubbed his eyes and went to a lantern.

Blood! It was covered. His heart beat. Then he jumped when someone knocked at the door with force.

- On behalf of the Emperor, Lord Zhan open the door!

The poor man did not know where he stood. Limping, he went to the door and opened it. There were five soldiers from the Imperial Armed Forces.

- Sorry for bothering you Lord, Zhan, we heard screams coming from this house.

- What? All this must be a mistake, he stammered.

Because of the lights of the night, the young captain saw the bloodstained clothes of Lord Zhan. He unsheathed his blade and held in compliance with the counselor.

- You, go and see what happened inside.

The soldiers went to see and found the mangled body of the girl. On the floor there was blood, as well as empty bottles of alcohol, not far from the bed of Lord Zhan was his katana. The poor man did not understand anything, but that led him to spend the rest of the night in jail, accused of a murder for which he could not remember having done so.

Outside, a shadow slipped into an alley bleak. Oogoe, wrapped in a coat of black feathers,was waiting.

- Karasu? Are you done? Did serve the Crow decently?

- Yes, prominent cousin. The plan worked like a charm, no one will see the trick, it seems very real.

- Well, the captain will have his reward. When it's time for me to ensure that no one is available to check anything.

- In one week, you will be the new financial adviser to the Emperor.

- A year that will be placed under the sign of the Crow and not the rabbit, let the festivities begin! Oogoe quipped.

Peace Treaty

The calm had returned to the camp of fighters Zil. The Néhantist had left or fled as Marlok statemented. Overshadowed, members of the guild Abyssien regained consciousness, freed from the yoke of the black magician. Similarly, the envoys are recovering from the clash, Eglantyne had been damaged by a treacherous attack Aerouant had used much of his magical resources. The battle was over, but it was only the first assault, the future holds many more of this any and Abyssien Knew this.

Shortly before nightfall the big black and purple tent housed everyone to talk about what happened and what would happen.

- This Néhantist will not stop there Abyssien, you know better than anyone. Marlok put his crystal hand on the shoulder of the head Zil.

Around the two mages, fighters Zil and Envoys had been mingling each other while this short lasting truce between their guilds.

- Yes, what really worries me is that he still has the stones hearts of my zils and therefore they may fall under his influence, if he can counteract the ritual with in which they have been released.

The Zils all seemed very concerned. As soon as their will is free but they were in danger of losing it again. The memories of acts performed under the control of Néhantist drummed into their consciousness. Bloodsword was in the arms of Faceless, destroyed, she watched the two mages with infinite sadness.

Aerouant, once restored, rose.

- There is a ritual to retrieve the stone-heart.

Everyone looked surprised by the intervention of the young man. Why would he want to help those who have contributed, even under duress, to his fathers death?

- My father had developed this but he had never practiced it in real life.

Marlok scratched his chin looking with amazement at the young man.

- You think you can do it Aerouant? The he asked.

- With the help of the magicians present, we can try. I need a little preparation and authorization of the Compendium of using this spell.

- I'll get you this, while you will prepare.

Some hours later, at dead of night Envoys of Noz 'Dingard had organized the ritual and were about to begin. For the occasion, and seen the importance of the magic of the work streams, the ceremony was held outside. Aerouant had left pieces of his armor that was made the crystals used to make clothing more comfortable. Invited Zil Warriors, of which the holder was of their stone hearts is the Nehantist to settle in the middle of a large circle formed by his guild. Marlok had supported the son of the Prophet getting permission to use this spell and had calmed things down. He practiced again placing his protective spell thicker blue gems, this time, and accelerating the magic shield that nobody could pass. Abyssien encouraged his friends to display courage and trust in the magic of Dragon. He also will participate in this experiment.

The ritual began.

Aerouant materialized a crystal in the center of the circle, then channeled the magic that every magician participant offered, so that a pulsating magic stone. Then, pulling a thread Aerouant was magic attached to each fighter Zil present, one by one. Once done, was placed under the stone and concentrated. Abyssi naturally understood magic, analyzed the ritual as it developed. According to him, this great gem served Aerouant as a antenna, allowing him to locate the stones heart of the people who were attached to it. Then, gradually absorbed Aerouant the magical energy contained in the stone. The magic flowed through his veins and a strong aura flowed from it.Aerouant fought, to keep this energy without being consumed at the same time. Marlok said that any other would probably have been broken by too much magic, but this descendant of the Dragon had the skills to perform this miracle. Now Aerouant used his knowledge of cristalomancia to call one by one the stone-heart. Appeared, as they met each one to its owner. Aerouant all the magic ran out, pulling the stones heart of the will of the Néhantist which in turn struggled to keep them under control.But the Magic Dragon was the most powerful and the ritual of Prophet worked like a charm. Aerouant invited Marlok the circle and created another smaller rock crystal, he locked his last pieces of magic. Shortly before passing out, he asked Marlok call into activity the links they had broken with the previous ritual. Which he did immediately. The tired envoys asked sanctuary and protection to the soldiers of Zil for the rest of the night. The next day, Abyssien thanked the envoys of NozDingard for their valuable assistance and offered Aerouant peace and the promise of mutual assistance between the two guilds.

The time has come for Draconians to go back home, after completing their mission. Marlok, meanwhile, was sent to Kastel Drakken to participate in the Dance of the courtiers.

A few days later, the ball was over, Ishaia gave the ultimatum to the fighters of Zil and Salem was free. Abyssien was out alone with the newcomer.

- I reflected on recent events, I think we have been deceived by one of us and sold us the Néhantist.

- IT'S poSSible yEs, said Salem nodding like a doll being shaken.

Abyssien immersed himself in his memories. Thirty years earlier, when he was young, he was apprenticed to a magician in the small kingdom of northwest Oryfort land Guem. Its ability to understand the magic had attracted the interest of a person who turned out to be a follower of the path of Néhant. All this was tempting for the young man who at the time was not yet his stage name. Slowly, he was taught the basic precepts of Néhant and he was becoming a real apprentice of the Néhantist.But he quickly realized that this was not what I expected magic. Indeed, the magic of the Shadow was I wanted to practice, but not that way. Zil then had intervened to get him out of this situation and the boy had been formed by its precepts and what he thought should be the true magic of the Shadow. To Zil, the magic of the Shadow allowed many things, but should not lead to the subjugation of others. It served to see what happens in the shade. He became a member of Zil Warriors, and then at the age of twenty-five became the boss.

- Zil, I'll have to let him out.

- IF iT is nEceSSary then, It iS A paRT of yoU liKE me TO ArtEzil.

Abyssien then crouched down and looked at his shadow on the floor by the light of day.

- My old friend, I have devoured you long ago and today I will let you out. You must hunt down the member that we sold us.

With that, the mage of the shadows began to vomit a black substance that made a vaguely humanoid form. When Abyssien had finished his physical appearance was different, he had lost a lot of corpulence. Salem began to applaud signifying his satisfaction.

- You are our link to all, I who have eaten some of the shadows of the fighters. Takes us where the traitor is.

The shadow man bowed his head and then quietly turned in on itself. He analyzed each member of the guild, of course there were the fighters are present, but many more than that. Finally he stopped, put his hands on Abyssien and Salem then dug into their own shadows.

He reappeared in the shadow of a person . He obviously arguing with someone, but stopped when he felt attendance. Abyssien recognized without much difficulty Iron Mask, and the relationship seemed logical. He was the only one consistently absent from meetings, traveling the world for the purpose of diplomatic and social relations with other guilds.

- You! Abyssien said in a tone of anger.

- Master Abyssien what a surprise! Can I do something for you?

Salem came in limping. He quickly cut the cloth were the bell hung at his back, the object fell to the ground without a sound.

- YoU're, nO lOnGer onE OF mY fighTHers YoU hAve beTraYed tHE tRusT of YoU're boSS!

When a new fighter Zil was recruited, the guild leader then gives a bell. This represented a commitment to always serve the guild.

Surprised the diplomat sighed, his expression was hidden behind his mask of metal.

- In this case, I'm not forced to hide anymore!

In the blink of an eye iron mask disappeared the same way as did the Néhantist at the time of his confrontation with Marlok.

- We will find him, I devoured his shadow. Abyssien said firmly.

- NehanT Casts iTS ShaDow mY fRiEnd.

Regency

The old servant ran down the narrow corridors of the Imperial Palace in one hand holding the bottom of her kimono. So she would not fall. Breathless, she came to a door and fell her knees. She bowed as was the tradition.

- Eiji-sama! You are urgently requested!

On the other side of the door, the maids frantic tone alerted Kakiji Eiji, who quickly grew restless. Sitting behind a low table, the doctor dropped his brush and rose sharply. He was not as flexible as in his youth, but the years had been kind to him. He trotted to the door and opened a dry gesture.

- What's going on?

The woman looked up, tears rolling down her face torn by fatigue.

- It's the Emperor! He's .. He's ..

She collapsed. Eiji looked at both sides of the corridor and then forcefully grabbed the old lady's arm.

- Stop crying! Let's go quickly.

Eiji Kakaji was long the official doctor of the Emperor. From the day he was born from the womb of the Empress Saisho and had took care of him so far. When the disease appeared, he was quickly displaced due to his inability to apply the treatment. But he remained the only official authorized to make diagnoses.

A short time passed until they came before the Imperial Chamber. It was guarded by two officers as was the tradition when in bed the Emperor. Serendipity, or scheming, Asajiro was just posted at that time. He bowed to the respectable character and opened the door:

- You are expected, he added. Keeping an eye on the inside.

Iro champion Emperor knelt in front of the poster bed. Seeing the person who had just entered, stood up, hoping to finally receive a response. Some of the Emperor's several doctors were whispering among themselves, denigrating his colleague. Eiji advanced to the Emperor, the latter seemed peaceful, eyes closed. He determined to examine him. He quickly felt relieved to see that had not yet been reunited with his ancestors, but unfortunately he fell into a deep sleep. His pulse was regular but weak. After several attempts to awaken the Emperor, the old man shook his head negatively looking at Iro.

- Everybody out! growled Iro usually so calm. Let us be!

Faced with the wrath of the son of the Imperial Lord ,the attendees left the room, alone remained Eiji. Iro went to close the door and whispered a few words to Asajiro.

- Do not let anyone enter.

- I answer with my life.

Asajiro stood before the entrance of the chamber, his spear across to mean the prohibition of access.

- Kakiji-sama, will the Emperor die?

- I think not, but his condition is critical. His body is still animated by the flame of life, but his spirit seems to be beyond.

- So that's it, is this the end of his reign?

- No, he is still breathing. But when a situation like this appears, the laws are very clear.

I know, a regency should be implemented. And given the current situation, I'm not sure it benefits the empire. I have to put some order into all this. I will ensure that you stay at the bedside of the Emperor and put members of Kotoba as guards.

- Wise decision, Champion.

Iro left the room, after giving orders to Asajiro he left andreturned home. The family home was not far from the imperial palace. It was a large house in the middle of a perfectly maintained garden, currently only Ayako, the youngest of the family lived there with his grandfather, Henshin, who trained during the almost-permanent Gakyusha. She was just the beginning of a lesson in magic of the pond water, Henshin lavished advice to her in order to master her powers. The old man saw Iro come home looking worried.

- Ayako, continue without me and think that water is a living material.

He found Iro in the office of his father, looking for writing materials.

- You look unhappy Iro, may I help you?

- Thank you Jii-san, but I must tell my father and bring the Kotoba. serious events are occuring on the empire.

- Serious? What are they?

The young duelist regarded the Emperor as a benevolent uncle, to see him in this state and think what hurt this regency will do.

- Things will change, the Emperor is not able to govern and he will be replaced by a regency, giving rise to people who should not have access to power.

- I see.

The old man left the champion in their affairs. The latter began to write a letter when he heard his grandfather called from the living room. Puzzled by this call was to see to that required it. There Henshin was kneeling in the center of the room, and a detail caught the attention of Iro, his grandfather wore a jade Magatama, a teardrop-shaped pendant. Before him, on the ground,he had a roll of parchment sealed with the imperial seal.

- I am Shi-ze of the Emperor in person. I entrusted this role to be returned to you when the time came with a message from you, as well as the imperial edict.

The young man sat in front of his grandfather, he was both surprised and curious about the message.

- Iro, you're a person that the Emperor placed his trust to. This scroll symbolizes the hope for you not to see the Empire fall into the wrong hands. Beware of those who have risen too high. Kotoba Today more than ever represents an ideal means to act on behalf of the Emperor. Do not forget one thing, Kotoba is to the Emperor and him alone, a ruling will have no power over her. Be strong, never wavering, you are the future of the Empire.

Henshin took the scroll and gave it to Iro who accepted it with honor.

- This scroll should be read before the imperial council. Hurry now you should not take long to meet. Iro, reinvigorated by the message of the Emperor returned immediately to the palace. He greeted his sister had really grown lately, not to mention her magical skills have developed at a high speed. Surely she deserves a place within the Kotoba.

The great council chamber had rarely seen so many people for years. All imperial ministers and counselors were there, sitting in a circle, each on its silky and comfortable cushion. They had been several hours of lively discussions on the status of the Emperor and the policies to be followed. Oogoe and Daijin were watching their opponents, when the struggle for power had arrived.

The Crow knew it was going to win in this race and its silence made some of the Emperor members nervous. Oogoe stood up and placed in the center of campus with all his usual nonchalance.

The laws are needed in these cases, honorable servants of the Emperor. When the Heavenly Augur can not assume their role as they do not have any offspring, a regent must be appointed by all persons authorized to make. Although I have much respect to you but I think Lord Daijin not Akizuki-sama is the person best placed today to govern the empire.

The reaction was immediate. Supporters of Prime Minister Akizuki, rose to protest. Oogoe back in place, visibly pleased with the turn things were taking, he liked to install the doubt and confusion among their opponents. It was then Daijin's, turn to speak the Crow knew his opponent, he knew that the balance was henceforth in his favor. He rose, helped by Karasu.

- Well, well, a bit of peace do you, remember that the Emperor in his sleep sees us and judges us. Akizuki-dono, you are responsible to take the necessary decision.

The prime minister bowed his head, embarrassed not to have seen the blow coming.

- A regent must be appointed.

At that time Iro came into the room with noise, a decisive step. Crow Supporters protested this intrusion of champion of the Emperor. But Iro was unmoved and delivered a threatening look the protests ceased.

- Champion. What do you bring to the court of policies? Oogoe launched.

- This! He says handing the roll to Akizuki. I read it incumbent upon the imperial council.

The Minister accepted the scroll and opened it. It authenticate the object as officially written by the hand of the Emperor. So he stood up to read aloud.

- These are the wishes of the Emperor he said in a trembling voice.

“While we are no longer held by a earthly god, it is our duty to consider the maintenance of the unity of what our ancestors have bequeathed to us. While we do not want it down and as the laws established to be appointed a regent, the time a new Emperor is presented. We decided that if a regent was to be appointed it will be chosen from the order Tsoutaï. They alone have the necessary perspective to restore order in the chaos left by my absence and thus restore balance

Thus is the will of the Emperor.”

The chatter started again, many found this unfair, since there were no candidates on the side of Daijin or of Akizuki. The Crow whispered something to the ear Oogoe.

- Please some composure! Cried the Prime Minister. The Emperor's will should be respected. In my capacity as Prime Minister solemnly ask the Emperor's Champion as a guarantor of it.

- I agree, whoever goes against them must stop by my sword. Iro replied.

Oogoe rose again.

- The Clan of the Crow intends to seek the best possible candidate for the regency.

Akizuki was not deceived, there was probably a dirty trick under the cover of this sentence, but the Crow was now strong and refusal would have been perceived as an insult and a serious affront. And after all, were they the Tsoutaï not wise?

- So be it! I will give time for Crow to find the regent.

Akizuki did not suspect that Daijin knew exactly who he would appoint. The board meeting was adjourned.

In the home of the Crow clan, Daijin discussed with Karasu and Oogoe.

- It is a story you may have heard. It was long ago, a crow had a particular destiny, he was selected by Flawseekers and recognized as a Tsoutaï. At the time, and before this fact, he asked me the right not to be part of the clan to follow the chosen path. And I agreed with a small condition, if one day we needed him, he should answer our call.

- Well, sir, but this person is able to assume the regency of the empire? Oogoe questioned.

- It is. I will prepare the official edict of the imperial council for appointment. I send them both to announce this news to whom it may concern.

- Lord Daijin, where do we send it?

- At Temple Yafujima.

None of them knew of this place, but would soon remedy this ignorance, because the next day were on the road, carrying the precious message. They already had a name, which was not unknown. This man had made about him, some time ago. Karasu was furious, took advantage of the way for ranting against the Emperor, who had the courage to make Daijin ruler, bellowed against this damn Tsoutaï, who knew nothing of politics, or what life was like in Meragi. They reached the temple at dusk and were received shortly after its leader, who also revealed to be the future ruler. The meeting was held in one of the smaller shows planned to greet people passing through. Toran asked what they wanted two members of the Crow who came especially to see him.

- Thank you for receiving us Toran-sama. Oogoe began.

- Do not thank me, the door of this temple is open to those who need peace and serenity.

- This is great that you speak of peace because that is what our business processes.

The young magistrate placed before him on the small wooden table the letter from the Imperial Council.

- This is for you. Before you do read and have your say, because it is true that you can refuse, Daijin allows himself to remember who you really are.

Toran squinted and his tattoos started to move.

- Oogoe thank you to send me back to my condition, I know very well who I am and where I belong, I suggest you reflect on your own.

The young Crow showed a face frozen in a sarcastic smile, he had hit his target. Outside, Aku who was now apprenticed to Toran spying on the scene and despite his discretion it did not escape the vigilance of Karasu. The latter rose and bowed to the old Tsoutaï before going out to give an example of courtesy to the young brash.

After two or three readings Toran had resigned. He was appointed to become Regent of the Empire of Xzia him a man who had spent several years traveling the world, seeking to perfect his art.

- I understand your feeling Toran-sama, only you can decide.

- There are other Tsoutaï, people far wiser than me.

- Yes, but they are not the clan of the Crow. It would be unfortunate if you refuse this favor to Daijin-sama especially at a time when the empire is weakened, it should not be much to it all collapses.

- I recognize here the words of those who have been born. I accept the role assigned to me by the Imperial Council. When should I go to Merag?

- As soon as possible.

Karasu hustled Aku outside.

- We play the spies without the means? Karasu spat.

- I just wanted to make sure nothing happens to my master, replied the young Tsoutaï nervously.

- I'm going to get the urge to spy!

Karasu shoved Aku, who fell violently on the floor. Around him and despite the late hour few other Tsoutaï are at the scene. Their philosophy is not to answer violence with violence, they asked politely to the Crow clan member to stop the infringement. Karasu turned a deaf ear, he had spent his nerves on someone, yet it was not his habit to do so. Aku could not replicate, Toran had strictly forbidden to use violence in his state of fragility. He would later learn with Akujin his Flawseeker, to master the intricacies of war Tsoutaï. The young Hime fact present at that time did not see the attack in the same way as the others. She intervened.

- Crow! If you are looking for someone to beat you confront me.

Her flawseeker, a majestic blue heron, then appeared at her side, slamming its beak to the face of Karasu. It stopped there, it was not worth the trouble to keep his act and had already annoyed the Tsoutaï.

- Another time perhaps I would be delighted to compete with a fighter like you. But I have better things to do.

At that time,Toran and Oogoe arrived in the yard, putting an end to the opposition.

- Hime call our community so do you, I have something to announce. Asked Toran.

A few minutes later, all Tsoutaï of the temple were in the yard, wondering about the future return of their master. Toran, of more height compared to the others called for silence.

- The Empire is at a crossroad. The Emperor is in endless sleep and a regent was appointed. It turns out that I was chosen, the emperor thought that Tsoutaï would be able to put an end to internal division. So I humbly accepted this position.

Everyone went to his commentary on the issue, many thought that the Emperor had made a wise choice and which surprised some.

- Just I am back among you, I have to leave again now i must go back to Meragi. I trust the leadership of the venerable temple Zaoryu. When I leave, I'll leave at dawn tomorrow morning.

In the audience, and Hime Aku worried about their future. But Toran went to them and explained that they were coming to Merag with him, he would continue they’re training at the temple of Komaki, smaller and but more modest than Yafujima

Toran was not accustomed to luxury. He, had seen the light into a wealthy family but had been away all that quickly. This room was only comparable with those of some landowners. Around him several servants were busy. He Would be before the council officially named as regent of the empire and he was needed to be presentable. However he didn’t want deprive his position as regent by wearing his tsotai clothes. The Empire needed him and the situation was delicate. On the one hand was needed to maintain cohesion, managing political conflicts and make juggling the desire to Crow. He had always struggled to keep in his heart the origins in this clan.

Once ready, he was taken to the room where all advisors and ministers bowed, which embarrassed him the old Tsoutaï.

- On this day when you make me the ruler, keep this in mind, the Emperor is not dead, he will return.

Yes, the Emperor would, in inside, Toran knew, because he would put everything in order to shed light on this inexplicable evil that struck the emperor.

What does the future hold for Toran and Empire Xzia?

The quest for the Thunder King

The king is dead! Long live the king! The king is dead! Long live the king!

The crowd at the foot of Castle Carleon chanted farewell message as was custom. But this time the tradition would not be respected. Gaumatta king of Yses died without an heir to succeed him. This meant, according to the traditions of the seven kingdoms, a big tournament is organized, the conquest of the land of Yses. And this, one of the Protectors of the kingdom did not like. Sevylath sitting on the edge of a fountain, watching the curious comings and goings of the main square. Evaluate the importance of this death and the tragic consequences this would have on the future. The vultures would come to devour the remains and to kill in this territory, probably to the detriment of the population had to act quickly. Without further delay, he his dream and went to the library, or at least what looked like one. Gaumatta was a wise king and through him the biggest cities were equipped with libraries, which were actually scrolls storage sites, skins and other books are written. In this den, the hero of Yses expected to find a law or custom which could counter this major tournament rule. After two days of extensive search found nothing with which to face the law. Yet something sparked his curiosity. At the bottom of the large room, behind a pile of different objects was a tapestry-sized man. On it, was painted a scene representing the first king of Yses, who was nicknamed rightly the Thunder King. According to the stories, the king disappeared one day, leaving the throne to his friend Argal, which was Gaumatta's father. He remembered a huge steel carved in low relief, which was in the city. His instinct pushed him to go see it.

Again, lost in thought, did not see pass the time while walking the way to the stone. There was a kind of cult of this iconic character. That cult, believed fervently in the existence of divine forces, and that they governed the life of the inhabitants of the land Guem. Sevilath never been interested in this cult, was for him the chance to find out. He did not remember that this stone was so big, its size could be compared with one of the towers of the castle Yses. At the bottom of it, dancing flames in the wind, in a stone hearth.No one, which in view of the events was not surprised at all. Set in stone, majestic and immense, The Thunder King watched the city with his cold stare. Sevylath had seen a thousand times, but never was aware of the details, nor in writing down everything. The characters present were the language spoken in Yses today. But for these symbols were unknown. He took the book hanging from his belt and examined the surface of the leather cover. There were two Glyphs not identical but similar to those of the sentence. This book was an inheritance from his family and important powers attributed to him, although none of his relatives had managed to penetrate its secrets. Someone came at that time, removing it from his thoughts

- Oh! I feel really bad for bothering you.

She was a young woman wearing a simple white dress and jewelry that resembled those of the Thunder King. Sevylath recognized her as a priestess.

- Do not be upset, I was the one who disturb these sites. I think you can help me. Sevylath handed him his book. You see these symbols are of the same language that says showing the inscriptions on the stela.

The young woman with dyed black hair looked at the book and ran her fingers over the relief. Her face shone with a radiant smile.

- It”s the same language was spoken by the Thunder King and his family when he reigned. Where did you get this?

Sevylath hesitated, but this woman can help him he began.

- This book has been in my family for a long time.

The priestess took a moment to think. “Could it be ...?”

- Can I open this book Lord Sevylath ?

- You know who I am? He asked with interest.

- It is difficult not to recognize a protector of Yses when you see one. Can I?

- On one condition, do you know what is meant by these symbols, he said, pointing to the stele.

- It is written: “Brand my spear and smite. Adorn yourself of my crown and I will be at your side. Wear my armor and I'll protect you”. We do not really know who wrote it or whether it is the words of the Thunder King, but many of us think that there is a legacy.

- Thanks for the translation. This question interests me very much. Sevylath gave the book to the priestess. Would it be wise to go further consideration at a place where we are best not interrupted?

- You're right, I lost my homework, I beg you, come with me to the study room of the temple of the gods.

There, in Yses three temples of the gods, places of worship are open to those who wished to pray or practice their beliefs. They had the particularity, not being affiliated with a divinity, and free for all. The guard and the young woman named Dandranne were then a few streets away, a large gray stone building partly covered with moss. The study hall was only the name, was primarily a venue for some of the faithful. Those present then discussed the top event of the day, the king's death, and paid no attention to the presence of protector and even less activity. Dandranne was installed on a wooden table and tried to open the book. Unfortunately, he could not move the strap to open it not even a muscle! Sevylath was amazed because he had always managed to open it and when he tried, he could do it effortlessly. By the time you Dandranne to read it, it slammed shut and small lightning swept the deck, before disappearing.

- Well, here's an oddity!The priestess said surprised.

- I must say that so far, of my relatives, no one else had touched this. Maybe I’m gonna take and read it for you.

The technique seemed good because the book was left open and she could read, or rather trying to read.

- I know little about the language, I learned the basics but I never practiced with texts like these. Looks like the prayers to god. If I translate it would be well Kurun.

Sevylath asked Dandranne to turn the pages to go to the end. The writing changed, it passed quickly written symbols. After reading the first page she waddled on the spot

- It's him! The Thunder King! Turn the pages! Stop! There! Wait!

She read a page multiple times, then she looked up and looked at the guardian with some joy.

- Do you know the origin of your family Lord Sevylath?

- This is an issue related to your reading?

- Yes, and I think you do not know that the King Thunder had a child, a boy named Korvent, does it tell you something.

- Korvent? Sevylath plunged into his memories, the name he was not abroad. Indeed, Korvent was a name already mentioned in the past. Yes, I think my grandfather as a kid told me about a Korvent, he was a great war leader I think.

- He is also one of your ancestors! You realize! You’re one of the Thunder King's Descendants!

- I want to believe you but how are you so sure?

- It is written! There! Dandranne was in a state close to euphoria, to find the descendant of the man she revered, was a real miracle.

- Fine, but what does it say?

- Oh, yes, sorry. It is written, in short, that only my heirs can only open this book is as simple as that.

Sevylath showed no particular joy at the announcement, he saw beyond that. Fate put him on the road to the priestess and the revelations were made, how far it would take him?

- There are things I understand less. He speaks of a quest that he must carry out and that would lead to a renaissance of sorts. He indicated that he intends to follow a route to travel to the ends. He says his career, explaining that his trip was not without return and that even death does not prevail.

- Can you believe that you are a person who lived long ago can come back? Asked Sevylath having an ulterior motive.

- Everything is possible in this world. If The Thunder King can return, should you make us look the other way?

- No, you're right, a king is now dead, another king should take over the reins of Yses. The guardian stood up. The quest begins for the Thunder King.

- I will pray for the success of this quest. But before that I will transcribe the writings of your ancestor.

Dandranne rose in turn.

- All this is incredibly exciting. The other faithful will not believe their ears when they hear this story.

Two days later, the translation was finished, Dandranne and Sevylath had not slept much, there was much at stake to waste time. The essence was there and had just begun to venture into the mists of the edge following a precise path. After a short break the guardian set off into the unknown, the wild hope that the legend of King Thunder, is not only that.

The melancholy, thinking he left Yses facing a major crisis in its history, the protector set off. The trip to the mist passed through the confines Baranthe where he learned that the authorities were very concerned about the situation of the neighboring kingdom. But he did no more and went on that took him a week later for the fog, was heavy and black. It was as if the clouds were taking all the space between the ground and the sky. All this does not really inspired, after all, behind, was locked up the worst threat of this land. All those who had sought prison obsidian never returned, thus fueling the legends about the powers of darkness Nehant. He did not like this place, there was too much misery and suffering. There are about 70 years held a terrible battle, many heroes of the war fell against Nehant. Clutching his hammer sanctified, he advanced as shown in Dandranne. He thought he could stifle the supernatural made this incredibly stifling air. Sevylath took it as a test and was not to be beaten by so little. Not seeing much he progressed very slowly. After a few hours it finally came to the latest indication: Three steps to the left of a stone engraved with a spiral symbol. He found many stone and took three steps to the left of it. Unfortunately for the guard, this stone was actually an end of a small stele from the time of King Thunder suffered corrosion. The top, where the symbol was dropped to side. This was a very unfortunate consequence that the guard would learn much later.

Sevylath emerged from the fog and a deep breath. A breath of fresh air and a brisk wind giving him strength. The new environment was incredible and breathtaking. A loss to the islands of land and multicolored crystals floating in the air. Some of them moved as the timber the water, brushing each other.

“How to get from one island to another”questioned the guard. He examined the situation and above all he had arrived. Obviously the island on which he was was great, and if his ancestor had arrived there he has to have left clues somewhere. “Start there.”The landscape differed from Yses. Home where there was greenery and forests out of sight, replaced by huge crystal tree. But what were called out the most obvious burns on some rocks and crystals, and large scratches tilling the soil. There was no noise, not a single animal chirping, even the sound of his footsteps seemed muted. He walked for hours with the vague impression of not being alone here. Sites were much larger than he thought and vegetation became more dense. Then to turn a corner, his eye was caught by a kind of old totem, it was a creature deformed and repulsive. He does not linger on this representation, but the comfort it in its vigilance. Something was wrong, the magic was at work here. Indeed, in one fell swoop, vines from trees and roots from the ground and grabbed him in a few moments he was unable to move.

- What is this evil?! He exclaimed aloud.

A creature approached him, he had never seen such, large horns, white eyes, no mouth. He was limping and his left side was protected by plates of leather related. Behind him there were others, one of which was clearly dressed as an inhabitant of the Draconis, he recognized the coat and the color code of the young woman.

- Sorry to inflict this. But since we reached the confines of the problems come and go. Said the young woman looking at the hammer of the protector.

- Im Sevylath! Protector of Yses, release me draconian!

- Sevylath? Anryéna looked at the others with a touch of surprise. You have disappeared decades ago.

- Nonsense, I just came here and I left the seven kingdoms few days ago. Look, I mean you no harm, release me and we'll talk.

The Dais broke his spell and the guard was released from his bonds. He recovered his hammer, remaining suspicious of them.

- I introduced myself, it would be of good courtesy that you do the same.

- It is true, to believe that these Confins have influence on us. I’m Anryéna, daughter of Dragon. Here's Gemineye of the crew from Al Killicrew and hail of the Eltari people...

- He can certainly help us break the shield, Gemineye said cutting in.

Anryéna bear less of the company pirate, she was uncouth and inconsiderate, far from the behavior of the ladies of the Draconis. Anreya, Sevylath knew the name, adding to his confusion as if twenty years had passed she should not look like a young woman who had at most thirty years. Obviously he did not know that for her the time had very little control. He attended a debate between three people, who ultimately invited Sevylath to accompany them.

- What's going on? I would be happy to help you, but you do not tell me much.

- Not far from here, we found a kind of temple quite old. But it is protected and we can't enter it, explained the Hailwalker.

- And why do you want to enter? If it is protected for a reason.

- Because we are looking for someone and it may be inside the temple or there is a person in there who has a clue on how to find it.

- I am looking for a person too, I'll help if I can.

And then they joined the troupe of Malyss and Ergue who were waiting outside the temple, an old building with architecture combining crystals and stones. All had bleached sun exposure and a small part of the roof had collapsed. From their vantage point, travelers wondered if they did not fall apart once they have returned. In cons-down and all around the hill on which sat the building columns were carved with symbols. And although we did not see, between each tower, an invisible wall preventing anyone from passing.

- Our magic has failed to break the columns and physical strength is not the best. Yet our powers are great, boasted the mage clan of the crow.

Sevylath saw things differently. It was not magic was at work and for this reason that their magic was ineffective. The symbols were nothing but theurgic writings, the “magic” of the gods. For him it was all clear, someone did not want them there , and only one or more priests have managed this feat. Sevylath turned to the group and spoke loud enough to stop the useless discussions.

- Your failure is normal. This is not magic, it is a barrier to faith. I can cancel it, but are we sure that nothing bad is going to happen?

- We can not predict what will happen, but I think if you're there, it's not for nothing. We must go! Gemineye invited everyone to rush headlong, so did the pirate.

Anryéna pouted, everything related to theurgy she did not know. The hailwalker was undecided, but Stone Eater can be there within they’re reach. Ergue did not care, but he never refused a bit of action. Malyss sided with the opinion of the pirate, it was necessary to update this secret in any case. The decision was made Sevylath and had set to work.

Each pillar had a test of faith, a question that the reader had in his heart to respond correctly. He chose the issue that seemed most interesting to him and the answer was his motto as a believer. The issue could come down to this: “How far can you carry your faith?” He did not hesitate, it was clear to him the sacrifice he was willing to sacrifice and by this enthusiasm for the principles of faith he followed. Obviously the answer was just as the pillar crumbled and collapsed. The barrier of faith had fallen.

- You are worthy of your reputation, protector of Yses, congratulated Anryéna.

The group began climbing the hill covered with old rocks. Their progress was marked by the discovery of multiple skeletons humanoids whose presence was hidden by the rocks.

- It is not very encouraging, Ergue whispered to himself.

- Look at that! Gemineye cried. How wonderful!

The young woman pulled from a corpse a spear entirely made of crystal.

- It's light as a feather, she added.

At first glance Sevylath recognized the spear and he rushed.

- Can I? He said with authority.

For a pirate, an object found belongs to the person who made the discovery, but given his entourage she did not seek trouble and gave the spear. No doubt it was an object made Yses, and given the style that dates back, he had seen some like that in some noble families. He was on the right track.

- I am on the right track. Move forward!

They arrived at the entrance of the temple and they could see that new theurgic symbols littered the huge door and were all around the temple.

- A divine seal, Sevylath said. Stay back, it must be broken by faith.

All stood aside at a safe distance. Sevylath stepped back, holding his hammer tightly and muttered a few prayers. Then he whirled and ran his hammer in order to break the line entries. He did not expect this, but the blow destroyed the door. Everyone went to have a look through the coaching and what they saw boded no good. Inside, there were a dozen human-like creatures, but who behaved like a savage. Their skin was blue dirty and all have a very aggressive attitude. The temple itself was a huge room in the midst of this, a person floating in the air, enclosed in a type of column composed of a multitude of arcs leaving the ground. While Gemineye and Ergue retreated before the advancing creatures Sevylath who knew very well who was the strange character in the column, jumped inside without any fear.

“Is this the Stone Eater?”wondered the Grele. He followed suit and entered the protector in turn. Unable to abandon each other, each group member joined the others. Sevylath began to crush skulls with his hammer, but the creatures were numerous and very strong too, Hailed was quickly overwhelmed by some of them and he owed his salvation to the dexterity of which Ergue pulled him back. Malyss made fire while Anryéna deployed Dragon Magic. Everything was going well, their complementary strategies were soon to triumph over group. Unfortunately, an honest mistake was badly made. Anryéna, cornered in a corner of the temple, called on other governments, those of lightning. Flowed from her hands violently lightning struck her assailants. Several unexpected events occurred: the lightning is propagated on the vast majority of creatures and every time one of them was hit lightning does not cause them pain, but the magic seemed to strengthen them. Like a tide they gained the upper hand over the group, injuring some of its members. Sevylath had no choice, he appealed to his faith. His hammer shone intensely and thought each of his companions. Then with fury, he killed the creatures one by one. With each blow, the wounds of his comrades were closing. Impressed by theurgy of the protector, the battle resumed with a vengeance. Anryéna, who understood her mistake, stopped the use of lightning and the defense chose to attack. Sevylath, galvanized, cut himself a path to the person in the column of lightning. But there intervened a creature more bigger than the others and it seemed smarter. She wore a crown of crystal. Apparently the creature was looking for the duel with the protector. But the latter driven by a fit of pride laughed and put his hammer on the ground.

- I know what you are, I recognize that stone in your head.

Behind him the other passengers wondered what Sevylath was saying.

- I repudiate you Guemelite! Join your creator! He cried.

He raised his hands in the air and a bright light and white came out of them. Gemineye was in the temple entrance, threw her strange weapons and jumped out of the temple to escape to what was the man of faith doing. The creatures howled in pain and fell like flies, dead. Calling Sevylath had not been careful with Anryéna, not far from it and who is also suffering the effects of exorcism, she collapsed unconscious.

The battle was over, the creatures were all killed including their leader. Sevylath regained the crown of crystal. The others were out of breath, the fight did not last very long, but it was intense and very tiring. Hail took care of the Anryéna while Malyss questioned the prison of lightning. Ergue tried to walk and it was not very smart on his part because it was very painful.

After care provided by the protector, Anryéna regained consciousness and started railed against the act, certainly effective, but inconsiderate on her part. Dragon's daughter was then interested at the prisoner and his prison.

- Is this the Stone Eater? Asking Hailwalker.

The latter was about to reply but Sevylath intervened.

- I do not know what a Stone Eater is, but that person is the one I'm looking for and is neither more nor less than the Thunder King.

All exchanged quizzical looks, they did not know The Thunder King, but they were ready to believe their illustrious companion.

- The question is, how do we get him out of there, said Malyss.

- It is not theurgic? Ergue asked. The answer was no.

- In this case, it's magic and I can do something. Interceded Anryéna who was determined to correct her mistake.

Lightning spells were many and varied. While studying at the academy st NozDinagrd a long time ago, she had not forgotten the principles learned. She walked around the prison and focused on magic. She perceived primarily lightning, violent, protective and dangerous. Then the person behind it himself, she had a spell active on it, another lightning spell but did not have the same goal.

- Stasis! She cried. I understand how. Sevylath please come to my side

The guardian approached, wondering what to expect from the draconian.

- You catch the person when the spell will be broken and incidentally myself if I fall unconscious, that can happen. You are a believer and know of healing theurgies . I suggest you start one on you just in case. I will fight lightning with lightning.

At these words the other moved away quickly to avoid the risk of injury.

Anryéna focused for a long time before triggering the beam on the prison. He gave all his power. The prison became overloaded with magic burst at once, freeing the Thunder King. At the end Sevylath, protected by his faith and his ancestor. Then he turned sharply to see the status of the magician. she hesitated, having exhausted all her magic. The guardian took Anryéna before she fell. Then the magician's body began to glow a bright blue aura that spread over Sevylath and Thunder King. Then the aura faded while the three people who became transparent. Finally disappeared before the astonished faces of they’re companions.

The three of them reappeared in the throne room Noz'Dingard Kounok before that had risen with Chimera in hand.

- Mother? He cried.

Battle of the Stone,part 1

Throne room of the palace of Noz'Dingard.

Kounok saw people appear suddenly in the middle of the hall. Thinking of an attack the Prophet, seizing Chimera,he pulled it out of it's scabbard and jumped at the foot of the throne with dexterity. Valentin, who was present to report to his superior also drew his sword and warned the small group. The newcomers did not seem aggressive, quite the contrary. Only one of them was conscious, the other two were unconscious.

- Draconian peace! Peace! Sevylath spoke while dropping his burdens to the ground. Im Sevylath protector of Yses he added, while looking at his surroundings. I am not your enemy, he said, putting his hammer down slowly.

Kounok did not understand what's happening, but he recognized his mother lying on the ground.

- What did you do? He raised his voice accusingly.

- I have not done anything, this lady just saved the Thunder King and we suddenly disappeared in a cloud of blue light and appeared here.

- You will have to be more specific than that.

Kounok laid Chimera on the ground and took Anryéna in his arms. She was unconscious, stripped of her magical powers. In such cases, he had no alternative but to bring her to Dragon.

- Valentine still surprised of their guests and how they ended up there. Installs them comfortably.

- Well Prophet?, answered the Draconian Knight.

- Are we prisoners?

- No, if the its the case I would have used that term, but when someone suddenly appears in the middle of a room in Noz'Dingard, with my unconscious mother, I am entitled to know more about what happened!

So tell your story to Valentin.

Kounok went through the doors of the hall leading into a very special courtyard. It was directly at the foot of the imposing rock Blue Dragon. There was a garden of blue roses grew in the rhythm of nature. In the middle of a fountain roses was a majestic Dragon. Kounok quickly crossed the courtyard, worried about his mother who he had never been in this state before. When he arrived at the foot of the stone, a human form materialized in front of him. He was a tall man who looked like somewhat like Kounok and his late brother. Several crystal horns was coming out of his head and his long hair floating in the wind. His appearance was almost like a ghostly transparent blue spectrum. Kounok looked surprised and then caught himself and nodded as a sign of respect.

- Hello Prophet, said the apparition.

- Lord Dragon, I just wanted to see you.

- That's why I'm here. You are still young and you forget that we are related, more than any other people of the Draconis. You're worried about your mother, but have no worries she's fine.

- What is she? Kounok asked with a hint of anxiety in his voice.

- She is exhausted. She used almost all her magic.

- That's why she came back here, right?

- I love my daughter, my only child. I will not allow anything bad happen to her, so I will protect her as best as I can. One of my her scales is enchanted so that if this problem happens, if a situation made her vulnerable, she comes back here.

- I understand. And now?

- She needs rest, Dragon said, approaching him.

He took the girl in his arms and smiled before disappearing to Prophet.

Anryéna awoke. Her heart was pounding in her chest. All her strength had returned and the power of the blood of Dragon healing her. Around her all was blue, recognizing the place she sat up on the bed canopy. She knew this place for having spent her childhood. Being in the field of her father, all she saw was from him. And just when she thought of her father, he appeared.

- Your strength has returned my daughter.

- Father, I'm glad to see you. But why am I here? I had much more to discover in the Edge.

- Your return is a result of your actions. You've put yourself at risk of draining your magic. Remember what I told you long ago. A Guemelite can die without magic.

- It was the only solution, I felt that the person we found in the Edge could help us and become an ally, said Anryéna.

- The Thunder King can be an asset in this war. But until he plays his role,you must play your own.

Dragon put his hand on the cheek of her daughter, very old memories came back. Anryéna laid her hand on his. The moments of complicity between father and daughter were rare enough to capture both this act of love.

- What is it father? What role do you want me to play?

Dragon took his hand assuming a serious and grave look.

- Kounok is not the same place in this world than his brother. Since the death of the latter the Compendium is undergoing an internal struggle that I will not tolerate. I promised long ago not to interfere in the affairs of this order, but alas no one can take over. you deserve to take his place.

Anryéna seemed amazed, she knew magicians and wiser Compendium that had sufficient capacity for the task.

- And Marzhin? He is powerful enough and wise, he would make a great Archmage.

- It is true that he is gifted, but his place is in the Academy of Apprenticeship.

- There is something you're not telling me, Anryéna answered with conviction.

- The war has started and you will have to face opponents with the powers little known until now. You must run the Compendium to restore faith in the magic of the Magi and Draconis to become the symbol of Guem. And my heart is torn to know you will soon face against the enemy and our family has suffered so much …

Anryéna cut in.

- I will assume this role, with Dragon with me what can happen to me?

- In that case, it's your job.

A large scepter appeared in the hands of his daughter at which a crystal dragon wrapped in it. It had been worn by many mages of Draconis, she was also the first to be worthy. Anryéna concentrated and then found herself at the foot of the academy of magic of Noz'Dingard.

Anryéna had helped build the academy of magic of Noz'Dingard, a place of exchange and learning for all people with sensitivity to the arcane magic. The castle was built on a satellite of gems with the stone-heart of Dragon, overlooking the great city. There was, to say at least about five hundred students from the Draconis and distant lands also customs and practices of foreign magic contributed to the improvement of general knowledge. Anryéna was before the big arch, a magical artifact that one must cross to enter the academy. It was late afternoon and many of the trainees were leaving the course to return to their dorm, getting ready to spend a few moments to study. The youngest of them passed without recognizing the lady, but some students were attracted by the Dragon Scepter. She allowed students to their theories about it and she went to the ark and found himself in the lobby of the Academy.

The hall is majestic and immense it was the central hub of the building and it was not uncommon to go through there several times a day in here. Since leaving the academy and the Compendium nothing had changed, it was always the same remarkable tapestries and magnificent stained glass blue. The light was soft and enchanting. The steps of the daughter of the Dragon led to the desired location automatically. She had passed through the corridors, climbed the many stairs and through many magical portals before reaching the boardroom of the Compendium. Dragon there had summoned the highest summits and bodies of the Academy.

They were installed in an amphitheater of wood, the face of some senior mages expressed annoyance, others on the contrary seemed delighted with the appointment of the daughter of Dragon as the new leader of the Compendium, and by extension of the Academy of magic. The Compendium was an organization aiming at the management of all that is magical, whether in research or learning. The Academy had become over time the headquarters of that organization. Anryéna stood facing the audience and struck the ground three times the with tip of her scepter.

- High mages and mage masters frightful rumors have reached my ears. Indiscipline agitation is showing in the ranks of the Compendium. All this can only benefit our enemies and disrupt the teaching of our apprentices who need us and our integrity. Time to end the quarrels now because I am here as the Archmage of the Compendium. The mages stood up and cheered their new leader with varying degrees of conviction. Things were clear, the district would not chaos here. Anryéna put a stop to the noise because she still had things to say.

- Master Mage Marzhin, get up.

A man of thirty years stood up, he wore the livery of teachers of the academy and also a number of insignia indicating magical achievements, and the invention of several new spells.

- I name you deputy director of the Magic Academy of Noz'Dingard.

It was a very important function because in the absence of the leader of the Compendium he took the leadership of the illustrious institution. Again the applause rang out as the master-mage bowed, accepting the difficult task. After a few instructions, each returned to his small business, the only ones that remained was Anryéna and Marzhin who wanted to talk about certain issues.

- Thank you for the confidence you gave me Lady Anryéna.

- You are a person of incredible value to the Draconis, you are an example for our students.

- What you said moves me. I'll do my best.

- I have also a case study for your apprentices of the highest level.

The Mage Master was very interested.

- We must know our enemies and adapt to their means. I know that you are best placed to find a solution. What do you know about the Theurgy?

Marzhin did not expect to be spoken about that, but he had studied Theurgy and indeed he was well placed to talk about it.

- If these enemies are indeed priests and other fans of theurgy we have something to worry about. What I propose is to come tomorrow morning, the courtyard, to attend a talk on Theurgy and there with my students see what you want to implement. But only one question, why do it with students who do not yet have the title of wise men and not with the Senior men?

Some are in very good to discuss these issues.

- But I am now speaking with you and I respect you described. I want to have a fresh look at this practice and imagination of the young people.

- In this case it will be lady Anryéna to honor for my students.

- Well, in this case tomorrow.

But before the mage does leave Marzhin asked one last thing.

- Tell me, have you heard from my son?

- Pilkim is a young man who learns a lot on the ground, the envoys of NozDingard are delighted to have him with them. Rest assured, he will not be face the danger. And if so, he takes after his father and his magical abilities are impressive for his age. I predict a great future for him.

The Master-mage seemed satisfied to know his son was safe.

The next day the students of Marzhin, all set to become twise men had the joy of seeing them without being in a room normally reserved for researchers Magic Compendium. A place protected by powerful spells and, in principle, no risk of collapse due to an magical error. Just installed they were pleasantly surprised to see their new manager and some others come with their teacher. The latter was followed by a small golem carrying a box closed by a lock. The students rose to greet the arrival of the little band. Alishk and Aerouant, newly appointed as members of the Compendium had been asked not to be polite, but to understand and lend a hand. Marzhin walked on stage.

- Sit down please.

Students found their seat and hung on the lips of the teacher.

- As you can see, the Archmage Anryéna has honored us with her presence for this course and is accompanied by two wise men of the Compendium, which not so long ago were at your seats.

The Master mage went to the golem who always wore the trunk and began to unlock it.

- Who can tell me what is Theurgy?

Several hands went up instantly.

- I'm listening Armand.

A young man with tousled black hair sprang to his feet and cleared his throat.

- Theurgy is a special form of magic. It is practiced by the priests and people of faith who claim supernatural powers by the will of the gods.

The boy stood there.

- It is but just a short definition, and you know the difference between the traditional magic, that is to say that we practice all here, and Theurgy?

The response was immediate.

- Magic is power locked within us and which we can call knowing the right formulas, gestures and incantations while Theurgy is a power granted by a superior entity. This requires knowledge of the prayers and ceremonies so that the god consents to answer the call.

- Excellent! Marzhin added, turning to the audience. I congratulate you. So, magic is very different from the Theurgy in a sense, but in both cases you need a connection to something that is within us or outside. We are not all able to use magic or theurgy for many reasons. In this case another problem arises in front of us.

Marzhin took in the trunk a big shiny blue gem.

- This is a stone dragon, some of you may have heard of such a gem?

A student with blond hair raised his hand very high.

- Yes Lenya?

- A Stone Dragon is a piece of the stone-heart of Dragon offered by our Lord so that we can use his magical power.

- That, replied the professor, laying the stone on the desktop. So we can use a power that is not ... magic, but if one follows the logic of Armand then we would Theurgists when we use the external power.

A student interrupted him.

- But you forget the superior entity?

- Really? Is Dragon not a superior entity?

- But we do not worship him, said another student.

- It is true that we can use the stones of Dragon without having to direct our prayers to the Dragon.

Anryéna was satisfied with the answers given were fair and without any hesitation.

- This course will be individual, you know me in recent years, some more, and you know I like to create spells. I therefore propose today that we look at a problem and that from our theories we are able to give our Archmage a description of a ritual used without modification and applicable in the field. Are you ready?

Their faces lit up and all nodded indication to Marzhin that his topic interested them.

- Until recently, theurgy has never been a big business in land Guem. If you stand a little about the events that shake our world, you know that the people of the desert and have great power theurgic stand against us. Out our magic is not intended to address theurgy and instead it seems that our powers are lower than theirs. The problem is: what magic we can use to effectively combat theurgy?

From there the students worked on several theories. Some were quickly dismissed while others were retained and developed. The day passed at high speed, and Anryéna her companions left students and their teacher in the design of what became a ritual level. Night fell on the Draconis apprentice mages were not affected all were preoccupied, they were taken by a consuming passion to create and it is only later that the master-magician, satisfied, then stopped working session . After a rest day, everyone, students, teacher's and the Archmage were invited to a demonstration of the result.

For the occasion Marzhin requested the presence of a person who has the ear of a god to lend themselves to the experience would be painless recess. In Noz'Dingard places of worship were very rare, but one person agreed to help the mages of the Academy. Students presented their ritual by making themselves. The “guinea pig” settled in the middle of the hall for the event free of any object. Then a group of three students began the incantations while Marzhin explained the principle Anryéna, Alishk and Aerouant.

- We started the research of your son and those of Marlok on the relationship of magic. Students have assumed that between a priest and his god there was a relationship stronger or weaker as a mage is related to his stone-heart when he has one. In addition we studied the reports of the recent fight against nehantist. Of this, students are made a transposition, so that theurgies become ineffective divinity must no longer be able to hear the prayers and thus isolate the priests.

Archmage watched the demonstration with her magician's eyes, deciphering every gesture, every attitude and every magical effect produced by the students. The idea was good, but if it worked, there was a point she had raised. Like most rituals, there was a master of ritual and acolytes. These concentrated their power through the magic spell cast they transfer more power to the master of ritual. After a few minutes the leader took out a stone and cast a spell Dragon by dumping his magic. This had the effect of creating a good-sized sphere that encompasses almost the entire room. The ritual itself was finished, but the spell is maintained, the master of ritual magic was to maintain the flow. Marzhin passed the ball and went to the “guinea pig”.

- How do you feel?

- Strange, I feel alone again. The feeling is weird.

- May I? The master mage came a burst of crystal, mounted his sleeve and stabbed the forearm. Go ahead, call theurgy and heal the slash.

The priest prayed and focused his god as he did in normal times. But there was no response, the test was inconclusive. The master of ritual was exhausted, Marzhin him nod to stop the continuation of the ritual. The poor student was exhausted, all were exhausted.

Anryéna snd Aerouant was satisfied and delighted with the result and how the work of famous magicians had served. Alishk went to help students and congratulated them for their success. When the priest was delighted to once again use the theurgy he nursed the notch of the master magician. Marzhin then explained the exact course of the ritual, and every step. Archmage took the opportunity to ask questions.

- As I understand it will be necessary to maintain the ritual and thus its duration depends only on the master of ritual?

- Yes, but we expected that your power, combined with that of Alishk Aerouant and will be sufficient to ensure the correct length in this ritual. By cons I have to warn you, the ritual of the stone prevents people from practicing theurgy, but they will still be able to leave the bubble and move freely.

- We have allies who will assume the attack in melee.

Anryéna watched her scepter with nostalgia.

- We already have the Stone Dragon, remains to carry it all on site. Please thank your students, you can be proud of them is a good job. You confirm that I have done well to appoint you to your new position. Besides, I entrust to you the academy since you'll understand, I myself will lead the ritual of the stone.

- I wish you luck in this fight Lady Anryéna.

Compendium of the Magi spent the day to pick up the ritual in order to better prepare for the next day it was time to go join their allies. A portal to the forest Eltarites was created by Dragon in order not to lose time because it was precious. Anryéna, Alishk, Aerouant aand Kounok then crossed the gate and found themselves instantly to day trips from there.

The edge of the forest was quiet, the morning mist gave a mysterious and disturbing. The portal appeared on the border with the Tomb of the ancestors and Noz'Dingard came out. It did not take long for some members of the Sap Heart come to meet them. After an exchange of information Envoys heard that the Pirates had gone in search of something important to them and that the “corruption” of the Tomb of the land of the ancestors progressed slowly but surely. In the other direction the ritual of the stone was presented to the Sap Heart and Kotoba, the two major guilds who remained to face the enemy.

The troops began their march galvanized by the hope of a quick resolution of conflicts in the stone fallen from the sky. For their part, desert nomads had set up a camp and waited patiently for a sign of divinity. The tranquility of the place was disturbed by Kararine guarding the area and saw the small army arrive at them. This was the signal for battle and in a short time the nomads were in battle formation, ready to do battle with opponents. The strategy of attack in battle was the specialty of Kotoba. Gakyusha had quickly established a plan taking into account the specifications of each. The warriors were the backbone, while those endowed with discretion to circumvent the enemy to break down the priest who would probably be back. Finally mages remain remote and protect the Compendium time of the ritual. The Imperial Lord did not wait any longer and ordered the assault. Anryéna, Alishk and Aerouant began the ritual. The two men had planned a little more just before using the ritual in which the crystals were confined to magic, making them temporarily stronger. The first phase of the ritual went well, and Aerouant and Alishk used incantations, then their power is transferred to Anryéna who did not expect to receive as much. But the sort of preparation invented by apprentices Marzhin did wonders. She then waved her scepter by taking it with both hands and channeled the magic within her and made her go through the scepter. A bubble of magic appeared, then grew at an incredible rate.

It soon encompassed the battlefield and the stone fell from heaven. Iolmarek and his priests were surprised by this bubble and understood what it was when they were no longer able to heal the guardians of the temple. Cut off from their God, the faithful of Solra were quickly overwhelmed and the status of fighters in the desert was not up against the number of opponents ...

Battle of the Stone,part 2

The sun was shining brightly in the cloudless sky of the emerald desert. The heat was unbearable at this hour of the day, people prefer cooler through the streets of the city of P'tra. It was once flourishing and the center of a kingdom no longer exists. The city dug and carved into the red earth of the mountains of Ponant was now a mere shadow of itself. There remained only a dozen families living in the creation of jewelry based Emerald. But it was also the territory of a god worshiped only in this region and in direct contact with insects swarming in the area: Kehper, the god beetle. His temple was a magnificent cave bathed in the light that passed through the multitude of openings on the front. The entrance led into a huge room with incredibly high ceilings. In the middle of the play's representation of humanized Kehper, a man whose head was a beetle with bluish eyes watched, frozen for eternity. Around the walls there were small holes where the sacred beetles came and went. Soraya had been designated by Kehper to become his new servant and the young woman, who was not attracted by the beetle, was honored to serve a god. Alas, she resigned herself to see his people from taking advantage of other countries less harsh. That day she prayed to Kehper to help her.

- What have we done wrong? Have we caused your anger? Our river dries up and our people are hungry. What is the meaning of all this? Is this a test, oh so cruel to your loyal subjects?

The young woman did not expect an answer, Kehper had never responded other than signs and the ability to be able to control the beetles. It seems this time that her prayers were heard, but perhaps not as she hoped.

- Your people did not do anything that would anger the gods, priestess.

On the steps from the entrance was a tall man. The light coming from behind him on his arrival gave a singular charm. He went up to the priestess who was unsure, seeing his appearance. Dressed in a loincloth and ornaments representing the sun his skin was very dark as it was burnt. In contrast to this, his hair were off-white. Finally, to add to the character of his incredible speed, great wings beat very slowly behind him. Soraya had never seen anything like this before, but the divine nature was clear. She got up and went to meet the visitor.

- If so, tell me what we have all this misery if not because the gods no longer look to us?

- God looks to you and your actions will determine the future of your people. Do you know who I am?

Soraya shook her head. A spear of light appeared in the hand of man.

- I Tsheptès, messenger of Sol'ra god of gods.

Impressed that he did not lie, the priestess bend her knees on the ground to prove submission.

- Did you come to tell me the end of P'tra?

- No I'm not here for that. I will give to you the will of Kehper servant of Sol'ra. If you want to save your people, listen and obey.

- I am at your service.

- You'll have to find the birthplace of Kehpsoun Kehper and get the canopic jar of his incarnation.

Soraya is again listened the sentence several times to fully understand the implication of the acts she was asked. Kehpsoun was a temple dedicated to the god the first beetle. Where the canopic jar was hidden under the temple of P'tra as it was written in the sacred texts.

It was a time when the war of the gods took place and where the choices were offered to the divine beings: surrender or die. Kehper lives there the opportunity to finally establish a stable pantheon a god capable of enforcing order in the ranks. But many other gods and goddesses did not see it as well, war broke out against the followers of Sol'ra. The gods decided to take human form. There were many battles and many avatars were defeated. The avatar kepher perished when he fought Ayepth the figure of evil and husband Ptol'a. His body was brought back to Kehpsoun. It was then that the Sol'ra healed him. His body was embalmed and enclosed in a tomb. A canopic jar containing a part of his divine power was imprisoned in the temple. It was said that Ayepth imprisoned the priests living in the Kehper Kehpsoun covering the place in sand for eternity.

- Nobody has ever found Kehpsoun and ...

- You hesitate too much, you have everything at your fingertips, look,and especially have faith!

The young woman looked right, then left, thinking that something would come to her, but nothing happened. She would be delighted to find the canopic jar of the man she worshiped, but the task seemed insurmountable.

- Remember who you are, Soraya, remember!

Tsheptès left the young woman to her divine mission, a different fate awaited the Solarian, a destiny oh so amazing …

Soraya disturbed by this visit, began a search of the temple proper. Everything was old and it was difficult for her to find people to maintain the temple. There was less faithful, less money and certainly less qualified individuals. There was more activity when it was very small and especially more priests. Its founder had died five years ago leaving her alone and become the servant of last Kehper. The temple was a set of galleries overlooking small prayer rooms or places to live for the most part unoccupied. She walked around, lamenting the dilapidated state of the architectural work. She stopped at the old place of prayer, a play that was abandoned in favor of the great prayer hall which was used when the temple was founded long ago.

Strangely everything was ready just as it is, whether it's the paint or walls. The decoration was made according to the dwellings of the beetles. Soraya was what marked the impressive number of insects present. There were beetles of all colors and sizes. They swarmed on the altar lit by an opening in a wall. At her approach they stopped as if they were watching the actions of the priestess.

She scanned the altar in the middle and found an idol of beetle in relief. She had been here, but could not recall any sculpture at that location. The little animals moved away from the idol when she held out her hand to move the tips of her fingers on the object surface partly covered with sand. She blew the sand to off and noticed that the beetles seemed to be waiting around for something. The idol broke down, its surface was torn like an eggshell. It happened that some sacred beetles spend much time asleep in the temple walls and the one who was there awoke from a long sleep. Much larger than its brothers, this beetle was green with hints of a rainbow color. It climbed up Soraya's hand.

- Well, would you not do Kehperis?

The beetle came and fluttered its wings, starting slowly then faster and eventually came back to the face of the young woman.

- Kehperis Ak-ik toun.

Soraya knew the words of the beetle, the language of Kehper. Apart from some alumni and P'tra, no one spoke it. These words confirm the status of the creature. The Kehperis accompanied the scarab god of the time it was treading the hot sand of the desert emerald. Soraya did not really believe in coincidence, everything happens for a purpose. The appearance of Tsheptès, then the mission given by Kehperis until the next step. She knew very well the implications this discovery, the relationship between insects and Kehper was powerful, she was able to find Kehpsoun.

- Kehperis, it is important to find the canopic jar of Kehper, can you still feel it's energy?

Beetle stopped for few moments and then turned into the room before stopping in front of the hall.

- Khek! Which meant “me”.

The priestess had barely time to recover a few belongings and what to take a short trip away from the temple while Kehperis was followed by a number of other beetles.

The burning sand did not stop Soraya despite the fatigue and two days of walking. Her determination and faith were the driving force of this crossing to the west. She crossed an area where sand roses for cutting emeralds were formed at the discretion of the year. She suffered cuts to her feet and she took more time to rest in order to appeal to the generosity of his god. On the third day the air became cooler, the ocean was not far. That evening, the Kehperis stopped his flight landed on a hill and began to burrow, followed by his fellows. Before long, they disengaged the door of rock carved with ancient symbols.

- The entrance to Kehpsoun! She exclaimed. Kehperis thank you.

Soraya opened the door, to her astonishment, opened without any problems. She took a step back, she sensed from this place a deadly presence. She was not discouraged, and after lighting a torch, she went inside. At each step, she heard the small cracks and enlightening to the ground, she saw hundreds of dead beetles remains of shells which broke under her feet. She walked along a long corridor before she saw the first dead priests Kehper. All this saddened hie and she understood why she felt so many emotions at the opening of the door. They had followed their master in a death that could not even be given by his worst enemy.

She progressed slowly watching with curiosity the incredible architecture that met her. Centuries of history of his cult were engraved there on the white stone on the surface extremely smooth. But this feeling of discomfort increased as she went on her exploration. Something bothered her and she understood that a dark force was present here. Her little companions never left, they emitted since arriving here a thud of shells colliding with each other.

Suddenly, they regrouped in front of the priestess to form a wall. It was only just as a spear is struck in, killing some beetles. Through the rregular light of the torch she was able to discern a creature moving towards it. A man with torn clothes were those of a high priest of Kehper, advanced towards her hesitant. His appearance looked monstrous. His skin was dry as bones and his head was that of a serpent.

- The curse of Ayepth! It's disgusting!

The beetles of Soraya circled around for the best protection. The reaction of the latter was quick and expeditious. Very angry about the fate that had suffered the priest was using theurgy on Soraya. The battle raged, every blow, whether by theurgy or by the intervention of the beetles, the creature forced to retreat and his slowness played against him. The old rusty sword grazed each time he would hit the young woman. The snakehead was screaming insanities and promise of eternal agony and slow death. But in contrast to the creature, Soraya had with her will and support of a god that made her strong and powerful.

In turn, the creature was not alive for a long time, it no longer felt the pain, anger or pain, one had his sinister mission: kill an intruder. Fatigue of days are affecting the young woman her heart was beating at high speed and the enemy gained ground. The face of danger, the Kehperis temporarily abandoned the fight to go in search of the canopic jar it desired. Attracted like a magnet, it was not long before finding the location of the object. He scratched the sand, slipped between the stones and finally ascended to the vessel that collided with all his strength in order to throw it over.

The canopic jar rolled when it fell on its side, smashing the lid of clay. A myriad of small green beetles came out and ravaged everything in their path. The movement that followed the Kehperis visibly brought to the scene of the confrontation. Small beetles overwhelmed the creature that was eaten in a short time and returned to a skeleton. Soraya fell to her knees, prostrating herself before the appearance of the beetles, recognizing the presence of Kehper.

- My life is yours my Lord.

The Kehperis landed in front of her and through the scarab the god spoke to her.

- Your life is precious priestess. Thank you for the help you provided me. You're the one through whom all things will be the same again, this temple is now yours and P'tra will become what it once was. But before that we will have to conduct a new battle.

- I will do as you wish. - I have to recharge and in the meantime you have to do a long journey to lands without sand. This Kehperis will accompany you and when you joined them I'll join you in return. Soraya Do you understand?

- Yes my Lord.

- So put yourself on the road. Hunger, thirst and fatigue are unknown to you, you will walk a day, nothing can stand in your way such is my will.

The young woman stood up and she left without hesitation, followed by her fellow beetles.

Several days had passed. Soraya heard the song of the stone, the voice asked her to come, to help against the infidels. She passed the border of the tomb of the ancestors and the stone was finally in sight. She felt all that divine energy which extended from the stone, purifying these regions. She walked around the stone and then the nomads were in difficulty. Included in a huge bubble magic stone, Kehperis asked her not to go. It was time to call Kehper.

The priestess grabbed the sacred scarab and spoke in the language of her ancestors. she implored Kepher to come here and restore justice and fight those who wanted to kill them. She put the beetle on the ground and continued her invocation. Some nomads who had fallen reached that point at the priestess. They were pursued by some of their opponents. Including realized that the young woman, her compatriots were facing their attackers in order to protect her. Lodir pushed aside a spear amber using his scimitar with both hands while the Sphinx, determined to play his part, did not give one ounce of ground. The guardians of the temple suffered many injuries but they defended tooth and nail, this stone was theirs and no other. Exceeded by the number, the Sphinx fell in his own blood, because his mission was completed Kehper appeared.

A house bigger than a beetle emerges in a storm of hot sand. Soraya was standing in a trance on his back. On a whim, the incarnation of the god swept the two minor Hom'chaï as if nothing had happened. Then the ritual of the rock stopped, leaving the mobile on the ground and hope to the guilds of a coalition victory. But in this game of chess, Solra seemed to be a step ahead. Kehper's priestess granted the right to tap into his divine energy. Soraya focused, visualizing each nomad of the desert. Light escaped from her and knocked all the faithful of Solra, healing their wounds instantly. Anryéna and other members of the Compendium were exhausted, the ritual had cost them a lot of magic. Everything worked well, the nomads were defeated.

But then that was invited last minute to do everything flat and it was impossible for Anryéna to revive the ritual, not the state at least.The Nomads quickly pulled themselves together and counter attacked quickly, taking the short coalition by surprise. Members of the Sap Heart recoiled at the sight of the scarab symbol of death and retreated home. Gakyusha could not keep his troops and it was part of the field. The Kotoba closed ranks, supported by the Noz'Dingard was still able to fight. Their strategy was now to avoid losses and get away. After an hour battle the coalition was pushed as far as possible of the stone, for them the battle of the Stone was lost.

Chronicle of Kotoba: Jian Qiao and Sen'Ryaku

The outcome of the battle of the stone was not in favor of the coalition of guilds. Nomads in the temporary presence of a divine incarnation proved formidable. Each guild then retreated to his homeland to establish a respective analysis of the defeat and think more before their next actions. For some reason unknown to them the Nomads did not pursue the fugitives, but remained in the stone that fell from the sky. The Kotoba found itself in Okia, the little town on the border of the Tomb of the ancestors and the empire of Xzia. Gakyusha, wounded in battle, was resting in Lord Ayao's. The remaining members of the accompanying Kotoba were greeted graciously at the Inn of the Kirin for rest.

This time there was a lot of movement. Residents pushed by curiosity piled in the entrance to listen to conversations about the latest events. Xin had moved away from others at the bottom of the main room. Amaya, Tsuro, Masamune and Sen'Ryaku chatted about the battle. Amaya always wanted to go back recklessly to “kick ass” the Nomads while Masamune and Tsuro agreed on a careful review of the progress of the battle to establish an appropriate strategy. Sen'Ryaku listened to the arguments of each other. She had doubts about the future of this war. The Nomads were able to invoke superior beings, the equivalent of Kami as its in their culture. And what could she do,can she fight against gods? She shared her concern with the others casting a cold atmosphere making it worse.

- It”s not like you have doubts, dear cousin!

The voice was strong enough for everyone to hear. Setting aside the curious, a young woman dressed in white and red loose clothing entered the inn. Her relationship to Sen'Ryaku was obvious.

- Well!? she did not say hello?

Sen'Ryaku jumped into the arms of her cousin. She really was surprised to see her here.

- Jian! What are you doing here? You are very far from my uncle.

Jian Qiao darkens suddenly.

- I”ll tell you everything, but for now, she said, looking first at Tsuro and Masamune, I just introduce myself to the Imperial Lord because I am the new member of Kotoba!

Sen'Ryaku exploded with joy and the two young women exulted openly.

- The Imperial Lord is unavailable at the moment but I am his second you can talk to me, cut Tsuro.

A “Hum Hum” came hoarsely that disrupted the exchange of courtesies.Behind Jian Qiao on the doorstep stood a man dressed as a magistrate, with the sign of the Emperor, the magatama. I an instant Jian Quiao had totally forgotten that person was important to the Imperial Regent.

- Oh, uh, yes! He is the imperial chronicler Sima Qian.

At the name Tsuro, Masamune and Xin, who rose and bowed respectfully.

- I see there are still some people who remember the respect we should show to a Imperial columnist, he said, glaring at Qiao Jian and her cousin. Wait till the Imperial Lord hears of this appalling lack of discipline in the ranks of Kotoba.

- Honorable Sima Qian, who do you owe the honor of your visit? Tsuro asked.

- The Imperial Regent wants the story of members of the Kotoba to be known by the people to restore hope and desire. So I”ll talk to some of you to know your stories.

Kotoba members were a little confused by this news. The two cousins came forward together, volunteering to be interviewed. A little disappointed, Sima Qian agreed.

- Well,since you will do it let's finish it at once …

The proprietor of the establishment commandeered a space so that the writer can be comfortable while waiting for Jian Qiao and Sen'Ryaku. The two women knelt down before the old man and waited patiently as was the tradition that it is for them.

- Suddenly I find them very quiet and respectful of the rules of courtesy. I guess they have been lectured by their superior. You belong to the same family as the long stories have been told me by Jian Qiao, during our journey here.

The man seemed quite frustrated, saying that.

- So I”m listening.

Jian Qiao cleared her throat.

- We were born in the village of Ciam-oi where our family has always lived. Every two days we saw the same night, a full moon. Our fathers and are brothers they too were born the same day and their fathers were and also their brothers. So in remembering the extraordinary destiny of ours that we grew up together. Soon we showed particular faculties in martial arts and weapons handling.

Next to her, Sen'Ryaku commented the words of her cousin by facial expressions, ranging from smiling to laughter through a discrete squinting quizzically. Sima Qian wrote everything but writing real sentences as romanticized.

- Go on, tell me your heroic deeds.

The two cousins were looking for a story to tell and Jian Qiao remembered a particular one.

- Maybe the attack of the bandits of dead dog mountain? Jian Qiao exclaimed to her cousin.

- Yes yes! You tell it so well that story.

The young woman jumped to her feet in order to mimic and support the story.

- It was a summer day, that famous summer when the river flowed near our village dried out because of the heat. Our elders had never experienced such a drought. Crops and livestock were suffering the weakest of us suffered from starvation. Many men had left the village in search of food and water, leaving the old, women and children. That day, the bandits of the mountains of the dead dog decided to come and plunder ... Big mistake on their part!

They were about thirty,of those damn cockroaches, and armed to the teeth! They did not know we were there my cousin and me. They had been warned, walk away or perish. They laughed,and died …

Jian Qiao mimicked a fight scene by doing martial arts poses, fighting against imaginary brigands. Imitating the noise of breaking bone, dodging every shot. Sen'Ryaki got up and did the same.

- We managed to beat down the villains when the ignoble Thang-ye whose reputation in the region made him the worst being that exists on earth,appeared he was furious. It was said that he could kill a man with a single punch and that his breath was that of a dragon.

Sen'ryaku then mimed a horrible guy and jumped on Jian Qiao. A quick fight between two young women took place then Sen'Ryaku feigned defeat, falling to the ground.

- They were no match for us! Thus the terrible brigands Mountains of the dead dog were arrested …

The two girls cheered by smiling at one another.

- Well well, that was exciting. What else? said the columnist.

This time it was Sen'Ryaku who spoke.

- There is that fire in the bonsai forest. You've heard about it?

Sima Qian shook his head while Jian Qiao eyes were sparkling with excitement.

- Yes it was incredible! My cousin and I decided it was time to live our own lives, so we wanted to go to Merag to find fame and fortune. We walked for several days when the sky was veiled in black smoke. Driven by curiosity, we went to see what it was. And it was the forest of bonsai Millennium Mishima burning! Can you imagine the trick? This mystical place was home to rare trees and unique animals! Nearby, there was a village on a river. The people were terrified to see disaster. But we took things in hand. Jian Qiao assured the command closest to the fire and I organized a great relay to turn off this force of nature. And we did it!

Sen'Ryaku and Jian Qiao approached whispering to Sima Qian.

- But we were wrong ... The fire had not appeared by itself, it was caused, not by anyone. But Huo had broken from his prison and had returned to cause the most damage possible.

Jian Qiao took over for her cousin.

- He was looking for enemies, he found them. With our minds we've attracted Huo to the river where we've thrown him in and he was destroyed. Well we went out with many burns, she said, showing her forearms covered with old scars. Sen'Ryaku did the same to prove their “good faith”.

The Imperial Columnist remained silent, pacing his brush at the sheet with flexibility and sensitivity. He had not looked up, focused on writing on the first column. He did not doubt for a second that everything this young women were telling about such such heroic tales. They sat down again, waiting to be asked something else. Sima Qian put his glasses on the small wooden tray in which he wrote and took an amused expression.

- Your stories are charming, full of life and incredible. But what about the case at Azawi?

A statement of the issue the cousin's eyes widened,Azawi was certainly the worst possible humiliation in their eyes.

- If possible we shouldn’t talk about it said Jian Qiao very embarrassed and obviously shy.

- Why wont you talk about it? After all, that mission was a success.

- But the situation was not to our advantage, should we keep that to the people to preserve the good image of the members of Kotoba?

Sen'Ryaku said no more. She remembered very well the mission and where his cousin were sent to extract information from a lord. On this occasion they were forced to dress “like a girls” with makeup, hair and kimono as tradition demanded. Their disguise was compromised when they got the information and a confrontation took place in the gardens of the house of the Lord Azawi, before an audience of guests including the Lord Gakyusha, overseeing the mission. Jian Qiao and Sen'Ryaku had a hard time fighting in their dress and ended up being scantily clad, in front of everyone …

- You are right to pass this story, I have my account with you two. You can leave me now I'm going to finish your story.

The cousins were not long in prayer, happy not to have to tell this story in detail.

- You think he understood what we told him, Jian Qiao said worried.

- In my opinion he has heard other stories were sewn .

- Yeah, anyway, it was fun ...

The Search for Stone Eater

Anryéna, Sevylath and the Thunder King had suddenly disappeared before the astonished eyes of the hail and his companions. It was so sudden that took sometime for them to come to their senses. Ergue examined the soil and structure to see if anything was “abnormal”.

- Ugh! That”s why I don’t like magic! It's too unpredictable! We are fine now. Ergue seemed pretty upset by the situation. He wanted to know who exactly this character was and have a reward after the battle was over.

- Ergue if it happened as well as it should. We will leave here, it's time to go, commanded The Hailwalker after a quick tour of the temple.

Gemineye didnt wait long she was the first to leave the temple after she deemed it in the category “not set foot in here”. It was the first blow to morale of the group. So far the enthusiasm about their mission was probably settled. A few days after the disappearance of Anryéna doubt started to creep in. They roamed the borders without any idea of the right direction, having no idea of what the famous Stone Eater looked like they sought in vain. One day Malyss could not stand it any longer and cracked.

- In fact, Hailwalker you know nothing at all you took us to prevent them from returning you to your prison! You’ve used us!

The dais tilted his head, annoyed by the questioning of the validity of their “quest”.

- Crow, have you forgottenthat the lands of Guem are in danger? The Eltarites ancestral forests are threatened and our only hope is to find the Stone Eater, replied the Hailwalker.

Tension mounted rapidly. Ergue and Gemineye are not diplomats the situation soon became critical. Then a traveler, like them, interrupted the hostilities. A young man approached following the same path as the group. He wore a strange outfit. When he saw the little group he stopped on the roadside not far from them and sat down to eat without paying attention to others. Hail left the group and went to meet the young man who greeted him with a frank smile.

- Sorry to bother you, but were lost.

- Hello dais, I heard your argument.

- You know what I am?

- There are people of your race in the edge. But you don’t know enough this part of the world. How could you since you’re lost?

The boy rummaged in his bag and pulled out a rather thick parchment. He unfolded it carefully it was a crudely drawn map.

- We are here, he said, pointing to a part of the map. There are several paths to various small towns. The closest to us is a few days walk from here. Maybe you should start there? Here, take it think of it as a present.

Hail returned to the other adventurers and told them of the discovery of this map.

- Let's go! Gemineye said delighted that there is a city nearby.

- No! Were going in another direction. The more people that know we're here, we risk having more trouble, said Malyss who was upset.

- Whenever he's from baratine, we don’t know him, said Ergue looking suspiciously.

The Zil grabbed the map and tried to decipher the symbols inscribed on it, without success. All this renewed the debates and disputes again before the incredulous eyes of the young man. In the end no decision was taken they had taken camp for tonight in the bleak atmosphere. Hailed invited the traveler to join them, after all he was alone as much as he enjoys their company as unpleasant as it is at that time. It was an opportunity for the group to try to learn more about the borders.

- Thanks for inviting me to join you, it”s always nicer to share evenings. It's rare to encounter other people on these roads.

The young man cast into the fire a handful of strange nuts before resuming.

- The inhabitants of the land of Guem have no idea what are the boundaries or where they are. But perhaps this does not interest you, I will not clutter any of my stories.

After a while, the heated nuts n the fire rose into the air and landed in front of the boy. He destroyed the shell without difficulty then swallowed the contents. curious, Ergue and Gemineye asked the boy if he had more of these nuts. He gave them some before curling in a blanket.

- What is your name? Hail asked.

- Ciramor, he answered, yawning. Good night “hail”.

- Wait! You had to tell us about the Edge Malyss said cutting in.

- Another time, I'm tired. Take your time and wait.

The Crow groused a few moments and went for a walk, this day was definitely not his. Confused and dissatisfied, Malyss quickly concocted a plan, do not forget were talking about a member of the Raven clan. Ergue also suspicious joined the mage to discuss the meeting.

- Do you think he is hiding something, huh Malyss?

- Yes I think so too. This place makes me nervous and I think this boy is not just a traveler. In any case he seems to know things, does that not indicate that something is wrong?

- You say anything! Gemineye broke off the discussion. You have nothing else to do than to make gossips? He's a traveler, tomorrow he will tell us more but in the meantime he's sleeping, our quest is far from complete.

Malyss and Ergue said nothing further, but dissent within the group grew a little more each time.

The next day, the sun pierced the clouds and its rays hit the crystals scattered over the multitude of the islands in the Confins. While Malysse, Ergue and Geminye were still asleep, the Hailed took advantage of to discuss with their fellow traveler. Having got up very early, the dais used his magical gifts to guess the nature of Ciramor the result was very surprising, He detects in him a very powerful magic.

- You knew we were here am I right?

- Actually, yes, I felt your presence since your arrival in the Edge.

- So who are you? Should we fear something from you?

The young man laughed.

- No, no, actually I travel here and hoped to find others to avoid being alone in these regions.

“He does not say all” he thought, “If words isn’t enough to loosen his tongue, I will take action”. He quickly unsheathed his dagger and warned him. Ciramor rose and moved slowly raising his hands.

- I promise you I mean you no harm! If I was trying to harm you, you would be dead last night.

- You may be looking to kill us, but you want something more.

Ciramor be placed himself as to have the sun in his the back, Hailed was dazzled and the magic of his opponent began to work. Ciramor's clothes changed, a mask appeared on his face. Then a spell that paralyzed his opponent immediately before he has time to react.

- Now that you can not hurt anyone, know that I …

But he was interrupted by Malyss who assaulted without warning. A face-off began. Ciramor tried to explain to the crow that it was only for protection but it did not stop the Crow who summoned all his magic. The duel did not last very long, Malyss dropped his frustration and anger. But Ciramor proved formidable, his magic was not the same as that practiced on the lands of Guem.

His appearance became that of the boy, the mask faded. Then he planted his stick in the ground, then a fluid motion he opened a book that appeared out of nowhere. Malyss took the opportunity to shoot his latest spells and cast the darkest arts of crow. Unfortunately the staff protected the boy and nothing passed through.

Finally, after reading a few lines, the traveler closed his book ending the duel, because at that moment Malyss had no desire to confront Ciramor. Any anger and confusion had flown from his mind. Hail's movements were free again, but he too had lost the will to attack Ciramor. The latter recovered his staff by issuing a sigh of exasperation.

- I'll give you answers. But first, you must know that to find the Stone Eater we will have to be united and form a real team, otherwise you will not succed. Let us sit down to talk, I have some shells of Zyx, you seemed to enjoy them.

After moving around the fire, Ciramor threw some nuts in embers and began his story.

- Formerly, this region was very similar to the place where you came from. But men in the name of a unknown god attacked and war began. It crumbled land, forming huge crevasses, cracks and other flaws. The Edge owe their salvation to one person. You know certainly, it has also contributed to the preservation of land Guem, It was Eredan.

The four travelers land Guem were listening seriously to Ciramor. He did not describe much, but if everything was true then Eredan has not yet revealed all his secrets.

- I see your intentions interrogators, what do you know of Eredan?

- I just know that it is through him that Nehant was defeated, but after that he disappeared without anyone knowing where he went, Ergue explained while dissecting a nut.

- And for good reason, in the wake he responded to a call for help from the people of his land. They could not repel the invaders. Even Eredan was not strong enough to resist this threat alone, so he created a creature able to understand and resist the magic of the invaders, you name it Stone Eater but that time it had another name. In a final battle, the land trembled and exploded into thousands of islets began to float in the air. Eredan, the Stone Eater and people of what became citizens of the borders had won, but at what cost? Struck by a strange affliction, Eredan died, he undertook to pass on his knowledge and the care of Stone Eater some people was chosen.

- You are one of those people? Said the Hailwalker.

- My master, now gone was one of the disciples of Eredan.

- And indeed, what has become of Eredan? Malyss asked.

- We assume he is dead, but we're not sure because although suffering badly he wanted to leave. Nobody knows were he went to.

- It's an incredible story! Well worth the legend of the Titan,something that I can tell the crew.

- Now that you know more, you give me information that I dont know. Why do you seek the Stone Eater?

- To us the Stone Eater is a legend, that creature would be able to eat the most powerful magic crystals. A meteor crashed in Guem since then people from the desert with unknown powers attacked us and defended this stone that fell from the sky. By listening to your story I'm afraid that history will repeat itself.

- Interesting, but in my story there was no meteor.

Ciramor watched the flames, his eyes were vague. Many feelings were intertwined.

- I'll help you find the Stone Eater, but I must warn you, you will need to be welded into the trials that will come to you. Eredan did not leave the Stone Eater accessible to anyone. Your commitment will be tested, the question is: do you think you can live up to the task?

Resurgence

Chapter1 : Dimizar

This story begins long before the fall of the stone at the other end of the land of Guem at the foot of the mountains of black Tantad loans. The man walked with a halting step, his tears hitting the ground so heavily his heart was filled with pain. He did not know where he went on several occasions he nearly fell. But nothing could have let go he was carrying the inert body. Grief took over all other emotions and reason.

He walked for hours, lost in places where no one dared venture. At the heart of the night he was almost exhausted he found himself in front of a cove surrounded by fireflies fluttering. He carefully put the woman to whom he was clinging. Now the tears had stopped but his face was distorted by terrible sobs. His hand was covered with scratches he stroked her face and kissed the eyelids of the woman to say goodbye.

- Can you forgive my weakness and inability to find something to stop your suffering at that time? You will remain forever in my heart.

He then grabbed a stone and placed it beside his wife, then a second and so on until a grave was finally completed. It was late and fatigue took the man. He fell asleep, broken forever.

- Dimizaaaar ... Dimizaaar ... It's not your fault! It is the healer who did nothing!

In the dream of the man he was reliving the worst moments in a loop of his short life. The moment is the lack of money for his family, finding himself banished from his community. The face of his wife was once joyful and full of life then it slowly fading as the disease prevailed to loop in his torn mind. He awoke in a sweat. Realizing that this was real he began to cry.

- Be strong Dimizar, it is time for you to look in the future.

Where did that voice come from? There was no one but himself and the grave of his wife. He got stiff somehow and looked around suspiciously. He fell into a partly hidden bush and looked out on a passage in the rock. Normally he would not have ventured in a night in the middle of nowhere. But what had he's got to lose his own life that had no meaning? This cave was probably carved by the hand of man because there were several times the stairs that climbed through the mountains. The man did not see much, but who cares, in a trance he found his way through the maze of dark corridors and wetlands. How much time had passed?

He did not know and did not care anyway because he would never return to that city that had rejected him. A faint light showed him the exit that led into a place that surprised him. Did he dream again? Before him stood a huge gray stone mansion built it was very dark. The building dominated what was to be a great garden but now fallow. And throughout the dark crystal cast a faint glow. The most significant enclave was the landscape around the mansion. Strangely he felt comfortable here, as if this manor was waiting for him.

- Come on, you are at home, whispered the voice again, sounding like an echo in his head.

The interior is shabby. The furniture was covered with a fine black dust and generations of spiders had contributed to the creation of a huge web browsing building. The little creatures fled the man who came to disturb their carefree lives. The stairs creaked, threatening to give way at every step. The style was very different from what he knew, everything was tortured, disproportionate, and black.

The man arrived in an office that was once devastated. Sheets of parchment mingled with the dust. The person who lived there had to be someone extremely rich, judging by the titles of books strewn on the ground: Cristalomancie old Pyrocratie - the era of Queen Ruby and other grimoires.

- The office, Dimizar, go to the office!

Relatively intact, the furniture was covered with cuts, such as scratches. The drawers were scattered across the room. His fingers ran through the bottom of the plate and rested on a latch that activation of a rap. A section of the library at the bottom of the swivel with a thud, opening onto a spiral staircase. The endless passage eventually lead to a large room carved in the rock, lit by strange spherical crystals. Black polished gems came from everywhere on the floor large symbols are engraved. In the midst of this was a person, or rather a corpse now a skeleton. Lying in a fetal position, the skeleton was holding something tightened in his hands. Not curiosity pushed the man approached and saw the object, a black stone engraved with a special symbol that is repeated throughout the mansion and the cave.

- This stone is yours Dimizar, take it!

Yet that voice,this time looked like it came nearby. He listened and took the stone. Immediately the man felt overwhelmed by something, a major power, primary, devastating and furious. Love, compassion, remorse ... All these feelings disappeared. After regaining his senses he realized he would never be the same, but it did not bother him, however, the memory of his misfortune was too far. He looked the part, his eyes rested on a desk on which rested a closed book. He approached it. The blanket was covered with a thick layer of dust that clear of a hand gesture. On the cover page, a fine writing and decidedly Gothic. “Journal of Zejabel” was written in it.

Chapter2:Zejabel and The Mirror

A few days later. Dimizar had read the entire journal. It contained the life of Zejabel, how he had met and followed Néhant, his research on magic and information on the history of land Guem in his time. The final section of the journal fascinated Dimizar. The lieutenant told Nehant the latest events that led to the black end of the war.

“We were so close. The victory was ours and Nehant would become the master of the land of Guem. What happened, how the situation could had gotten bleak? One by one we fell the Néhant lieutenants. We who had led the legions of the Cities of the most powerful civilizations. Then the prophet of doom has spread the word of Dragon and then little by little dogs bite their masters and struggled. They organized themselves and found Eredan and because of him we have lost on all fronts. Amidaraxar, the most powerful of us was locked, and the scourge souls of Xorzar were sent into limbo”.

And later.

“I do not feel the power of Néhant, it does not speak to me anymore and seems to have disappeared. I went to the Manor, one of the only places still free of that cursed the Prophet. I know he's looking for me and he soon find me I can not find a solution to disappear”.

Finally, Dimizar found at the end of the book a letter composed of several layers.

“You are the one through whom all will begin again. If you read this letter is that you have not been destroyed by the spell and protected my journal. Therefore you also have my stone-heart, now your stone-heart”. I spent days and nights so that the Prophet does not find me. The solution came to me through Nehant and what happened to him. Because they are being imprisoned in a rock and then sealed. I followed the path traced and found how to shut my soul, my knowledge and my magic in a stone. You are me and I am you. Today as you read these lines you should feel the impact of this ritual and the changes are numerous. Remains to be seen if you go support my power and if you will not be consumed. It's time for revenge, it is time to reform the ranks and march on to new enemies Néhant. Now it's time for me to leave this mortal coil for a moment of rest. With this letter you will find the location of the mirror I Néhant hidden from all eyes in this manor. There is also my will magic which enables you to become my heir.

Zejabel”.

Dimizar was troubled with that letter. Of course he had felt the changes that occur in him. He discovered the power and knowledge he did not know before and his way of thinking was not the same. But that did not bother him, however, he saw there was a way to take revenge on those who had rebuffed him, leading his wife to death. He examined the other leaves that turned out to be the magic key. Instinctively he recited the magic incantations, releasing what was previously imprisoned. It was as if the mansion was waking up slowly, as if it had a conscience.

- Come to me now Dimizar.

And again the same voice he was in the room. He went quickly and found a piece of wall had collapsed, revealing a large mirror, decorated with a carved frame. Dimizar approached it and smiled without really knowing why. He saw the reflection of a changed man and marked by the past life. His beard was thrust and he decided he also needed to change his face. Then the reflection gradually changed to make way for a more hideous look,it has the same clothes and same size. But the face was that of a demon, he passed his hand across his cheek to reassure himself, nothing had changed. This image was not his.

- You are Néhant?

- If you name me that then I would be Néhant.

Dimizar bowed in respect.

- I am your obedient servant, command me and i'll obey.

- Well well well, we'll start to make you a real Néhantist.

Chapter3: Prophet

Several months passed and Dimizar got into power. He had his revenge. Experementing his corrupting powers he went to his old village and returned only when all its inhabitants were under his control. Now slave to the will of Dimizar, their new home was the manor of Zejabel. They gave it a new look. Meanwhile the new master of the house spent his time thinking about how to hide the manor in the eyes of Prophet. Because after a short investigation it turned out he was still alive and he represented a significant threat to Dimizar and his henchmen.

Far away, Prophet scrutinized a crystal very carefully. Next to him a book was floating in the air. The head of Noz'Dingard turned from time to time turned the pages slowly. Here are some time that the crystal Osmosis Prophet had established shortly after the war against Néhant detected a strange magical disturbance. Intrigued the son Anryéna spent all his free time to find the cause of it. As the days passed, the disruption intensified, increasingly disturbing him. Finally, news reached him. A village has been totally deserted by its inhabitants.

They disappeared without a trace. The Lord of the land where the event took place found no explanation for this. Yet the Prophet had done this, long ago. The memories were not so far away for someone who, like him, has a longer life than others. Disappearances of people, this was probably a mark of a servant of Néhant. But he wasn’t sure he would have to see it.

Dimizar knew that what he did attracted the eye permanently to that part of the world. But it had properly applied a simple principle: no attempt does one not when his glasses on his nose? He anticipated that his enemies, among them the Prophet he hoped, would be attracted to this region. He then finalize the occultation of the mansion, making it invisible to the uninitiated.

Outside the Prophet undertook the journey, not suspecting that it would be one second so close to what he has long sought. He spent two days to search, review, analyze the streets, houses and other magic signs. But there was nothing, no trace, and it disturbed him even more because it should have found something, even if that magical emanations. But in this case was ... nothingness. A Néhantist has been there, the only certainty was that it was at this time.

He went back to Noz'Dingard, to continue monitoring suspicious magical activities.

Unfortunately for the Prophet,fate has other plans, because the stone would fall from the sky and Dimizar completed the protection of the manor.

The Guilds

The Zil Warriors

The Kotoba

The Noz'Dingard Envoys

The Mercenaries

The Desert Nomads

The Guem World

The Empire of Xzia

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