2 CHAPTER 2:THE WILL ERA:686AD

After the war ended, word of the new archmage spread throughout the land. This gave people a new sense of security.

The first archmage left a will for his disciple before he passed away. A will that would be prolonged to the future generations of Mîra.It will be a convention for all nations.

Canute sat in his study rummaging over things in the drawers. He felt a piece of paper neatly tied with a ribbon and took it out. But the paper was very old. He raised his brow with suspicion. He had no clue what it was.

He untied the ribbon and unfolded the paper. There was nothing written in it. He frowned and put the paper on the desk and closed his eyes for a moment.

Words slowly started appearing on the old piece of paper as he opened his eyes. His eyes widened. He grabbed the paper and carefully started reading as the words appeared.

It was written in the Holy language used by the temple.

"O great one! You who are reading this is indeed the chosen one. To this day, you traveled a journey filled with obstacles and cleared the test bestowed by Great Divinity.

To save this realm from the clutches of the demons, I have two conditions in my will.

First, find suitable disciples that will accompany you on this journey. Never be alone.

Second, restore the first sacred temple of Lorain. Revive the ancient tradition of summoning heroes to save this world. Heed to my words O chosen one for time remains uncertain. The future is unpredictable."

The words stopped appearing on the paper.

Canute raised his brow."Thats it?" he muttered.

He slumped back on the chair. Rubbing his eyes he sighed thinking over again." At a time like this, what would his master say?" he thought.

He remembered the days when he was adopted by the archmage. His master was the one to save him from those dark alleys and starvation.

He smiled and got up."You were too carefree Master". with this he left off on a journey in search of disciples.