1 Episode 0 (1)
My English screwed when I was writing this. If you want you can write my faults.
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200 Years Ago
"You are at the end of the way Vile! You can't escape your fate. You will pay for your crimes."
The slender man with golden hair and red eyes gritted his teeth. Throwing secret glances to two young men who were his apprentices he tried to decide what to do. After some deep breaths, he suddenly turned 180 degrees and extended his hands towards the men that were chasing them.
As two black fireballs burst from he smiled and looked to the man who talked just a few seconds ago.
"If killing me that was easy, I would already be dead by now."
While he was saying these he kept an eye on the fireballs. One of them had missed. But the other was going towards one of the Master Mages which had been brought by the Archmage. The mage was wearing a blue cloak onto brown robes with a golden flower with 4 rectangle shaped leaves.
When he saw the fireball coming to him he stopped and cast one of his hands forward. Then he whispered the name of the spell.
"Greater Ward."
After that, some sort of transparent energy with white edges flowed from his palm. White energy spread with an elliptical shape in order to protect the mage. Seeing this the mocking smile grew bigger on Vile's face.
When the fireball came in contact with the ward, a disturbing sound appeared. Contrary to the expected the fireball didn't disappear. Instead, it drilled through the ward and struck to the hand of the mage. The fireball had instantly covered the lower arm of the mage. Master Mage was looking at his hand while trembling. He felt like needles stinging his every single cell.
Vile laughed viciously. "You are a fool Ufeas. You even call yourself 'the Master Destruction Mage of Crimson Tower'. How can you be the master of Destruction Art without knowing the traits of the Dark Energy? Didn't you know that you can't stop Dark energy with these low leveled wards?"
Before Ufeas thought of cutting his arm to stop the fire, it spread even further. Archmage looked at him with sorrow in his eyes. There was no way to save him. Then he decided to use. He whispered to himself.
"Sorry Vile. You forced me into this."
When pulled out a glorious staff with a red gem at the top of it, Vile started to shake. He cursed in his thoughts.
'Fuck! The Staff of Retribution! Did he really challenged the Trial of Ancients?!'
Archmage talked once more. "This ends now Vile. You can't stop us with your apprentices."
Then he hit to the ground with the staff. Two pale red fire shot towards the three escapees.
By instinct, he extended his palms facing one another. A black sphere with a diameter of 20 centimeters. He separated his arms and this created another sphere which is same as the first one. Then pushed the identical cubes together and combined them. Then he extended his arms again.
But this a new sphere didn't form. The sphere in his hand became thinner as two flat wards spread to protect his apprentices. Two of the fires entered into a conflict with shield and soon dissipated. But the last one struck defenseless Vile.
Under the surprised gazes of his apprentices, he felt his body burning. In order to ease the pain and do his last move, he whispered.
"Arcana Leak."
He felt the fresh mana flowing into him. Even though it felt good he knew it wouldn't hold much. He pushed his limits and moved. He flung his arm that still controlled the black ball. And after that two rays shot out from the two wards that had been covering his apprentices. He knew that he was at the point of no return. Even he died he was going to save his apprentices. While he was trembling uncontrollably the black ball dissipated into the rays.
One of the rays hit the other Master Mage. His body started to slowly decay until only a skeleton left. At the side of Archmage, he was defending with a high leveled ward. Vile gave all his concentration to attack him.
After ten seconds he felt that his power was leaving his body. While his spell ending the Archmages body flew backward by the effect of Necromancers spell. After flying some time he felt immense pain in his chest. When he was able to look down, he saw a tree branch pierced his chest.
At the same time, the last thing Vile saw before falling into the embrace of sleep was his apprentices running towards him.
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15 Years Ago
In a mountains slope filled with snow, a young man in his twenties wrapped himself even more with his blue edged white fur coat when he felt wind was getting harsher. His short black hair and ducktail beard were faded from cold. As he remembered the events that cast him away from his home and beloved ones, he gritted his teeth. He was forced to leave them.
He was looking for a shelter to stay for the night. But at this damned place, there wasn't a single dry cave! He walked some more before suddenly turning to the right as he pulled out one of the ice blue war ax resting at his belt. He heard a sound.
'Did my uncle sent someone after me? Can he go this far?' He thought.
He tried to slowly reach the place sound came from. After reaching a certain area he rushed forward. What he saw surprised him. Aa baby was crying! He knitted his eyebrows. He whispered as he felt shocked.
"Who would leave a kid in this damned place. Are they crazy? Anyway, I can't leave this little girl here."
He took her into his lap and caressed her black hair. When he caressed her she stopped crying and looked at him. With an unexpected intelligence in her eyes. He squinted at her. Then he turned towards the way he came.
"Then we are going to Heartland."
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10 Years Ago
The young man was walking in the empty, dark streets of the academy. Making sure that nobody watching him he walked towards the gates. He was leaving this lowly place tonight.
He wasn't the type of lawful. He hated places like these which had been restricting him. They hated him too. He and his uncontrollable nature. Powerful and dominant.
When he stepped into the open space which contained gate, he felt a soft and gentle hand holding his wrist. He froze for a moment. Slowly turned around. Only to see a pair of beautiful blue eyes.
After hardly gulping down his saliva, he coldly talked.
"Why are you here?"
After these words, the young girl bit her lower lip and stared at the ground. While blushing she said in a low voice.
"Don't go."
The grim expression on young mans face become even grimmer. "I must," he said. "Why do you even care?"
The young girl ignored the question.
"Why? Why can't you stay?"
Young man freed his arm from the girl's hand.
"I'm not someone suitable for this type of places. And you don't even know who I am Lucia. I, Jason Grimm, am more dangerous than you can imagine."
Before Lucia could say something, another voice filled their ears.
"Well well. Who am I seeing here? Two little lovers trying to escape, huh? It's too bad I have to report you. Wait! I don't! If this girl here serves me well I can let you go!"
A long man with a slender body and an ugly face came to the gates. The lantern in his hands was lightening his armor which had a guard badge. Jason knew him very well.
His name was Brant. He was a wicked guy who committed many crimes. He threatened a lot of students for personal purposes and pleasures.
When Jason heard his words and saw the wicked smile in his face, rage filled him. He suddenly disappeared from everyone's sight. Brant laughed.
"Your little hero left you alone princess." Mockery had filled his face and sound. "As I said you can go if you serve me."
Then he felt a cold breeze. Someone knocked him over his knees. And a cold whisper filled his ears.
"No one would be angry to me if I removed a scum from the world, I think."
Jason pulled his head and Brant felt a sharp pain in his throat. As blood filled his throat he choked.
Jason turned to the girl who was fully shocked. He smiled bittersweetly.
"This is me. An unlawful monster who likes to kill. I can't stay here. Then he turned and walked towards the gate.
Then he felt the same hand grabbing him. But this time his hand, not his arm. He froze.
"I will come. Even monsters need a friend."
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