1 Prologue- The Sorcerer and The Fighter

Outside of a make-shift tomb, a wall was being erected, and you could hear what seems like a human scream mixed with a demonic screeching. The wall that was just erected by who we will refer to as the Elementalist seemed to shake and crack, it was being hit from the inside.

"No!" screamed the fighter as he tried to get to the Elementalist, but he was heald back by the sorcerer.

The Elementalist turned her head to look at the fighter, with a smile that conveyed sadness on her face "there was no other way", she said as tears streamed down her face.

The Elementalist wasn't just controlling the earth to create a wall sealing the tome, she was also reinforcing the wall. What made this a truly sad scene was that she was using her life force to do this, she was presently sacrificing her life.

Slowly she seemed to crack and break as if she were a clay statue, parts of her would crumble and get blown away by the wind. This continued until there was nothing left where she stood, if not the indent of her feet on the grass, it would seem as if no one was there in the first place.

"Why!!" the fighter screamed as he ran to where the Elementalist once stood, falling onto his knees as tears welled up in his eye.

"There was no other way, she risked her life to save that of thousands," the sorcerer said with a saddened tone.

"Save the thousands… Screw them!! That's what we've been using to justify the deaths of those closest to us... The masses all get to live happy ignorant lives while we suffer on the battlefield." After saying this the fighter seemed to sit on the ground and stared at the wall now in front of him.

The sorcerer had wanted to say something but had nothing he could say to that, after all, it was true, the shadow had killed off those closest to them.

Those who they started this quest with had lost their lives in trying to stop the shadow, they had suffered loss, upon loss, he could not even remember the last time either of them felt true happiness.

Apart from power they gained nothing from all this, people may call them heroes and praise them but just as it is human nature, those same people fear the amount of power they held.

Looking at it now being a hero isn't at all what people imagine. People imagine being heroes as just getting strong, betting the bad guy, getting the girl, and living happily ever after.

No, being a hero was suffering, losing people, pushing yourself past your limits, putting your life on the line, sacrificing your happiness for the sake of others, this was not happily ever after this was just sadness and regret,

They could not even kill the Shadow, they weren't strong enough. They could only seal him and hope the artifact that was placed in the tome completely drains the life force of the Shadow until he simply fades out of existence.

The sorcerer then walked to a little bit away and sat down, seemingly contemplating his life.

They stayed in their current position for hours, the fighter was the first to stand up, he simply glanced at the sorcerer and proceeded to walk in a specific direction.

Seeing the fighter leave, the sorcerer also stood up but he seemed to go in the opposite direction of his friend. They didn't speak a word to each other, and simply parted ways.

The fighter ended up in a random town, and using a magical tool made by the sorcerer about a year, or was it two years ago which he placed in his hair, he hid his identity, changing his face to look as different as he could. using the few gold coins on him he bought a house, and simply lived out his days as a reclusive drunk.

The sorcerer, however, went back to his home in the Arcane City of Berda, he was welcomed back by not only his mother but by almost the entire city.

Children looked at him in awe wishing to be just like him, and adults wishing their children would grow up to be just like him.

The longer the sorcerer stayed in the city the more foreign everything seemed, being there just felt wrong to him.

It may have been because, during the journey of the heroes to slay the shadow they never stayed in one place, it may have been because the children kept wishing to be like him, it may have been because of the fake smile and joy he had to display, he didn't know.

A day came when he was called upon, he had thought it was for some stupid reason, every time he had been called upon by the mayor of the city since he was back it was always for what he classified as a stupid reason, it was always meeting a noble, meeting someone sent by the King or Queen.

Upon getting to the mayor's house, he saw someone he hadn't seen in years, he saw the person who had told him and his party of a prophecy, the prophecy which led them down the part they took.

"what are you doing here ?" the sorcerer said with a lot of hostility in his voice as he looked towards a man who wore a white robe.

"There is a prophecy you must know about," the sage said as he walked closer to place his hands on the shoulder of the sorcerer

"I do not want to know!" the sorcerer hissed at him as he slapped the hand of the sage away,

"the faith of the world may rests on you knowing this !!" the sage replied back while grabbing a hold of the hand of the sorcerer

"your prophecy has already been fulfilled old man, find someone else to complete this one" as the sorcerer said this more calmly, he seemed more threatening.

"the shadow is not gone he will come again" when these words came out of the mouth of the sage the room seemed more silent than it had ever been since its creation,

"No… no… no…. no no no no, the artifact, it… it should slowly kill him, he can't, he should not.." the sorcerer shook from fear, cold sweat ran down his forehead.

"Will you listen now" the sorcerer nodded as a reply as he took a seat

"hear this" the sage said, "When the moon is crowned, when light becomes shadow and the walls of stone are broken the master of shadows shall rise once again". Hearing this the sorcerer simply stood up without saying a word and walked out,

after that day, the sorcerer became reclusive, he hardly ever came out of his home. Inside of the sorcerer's house in a room hidden behind a wall, the socerer could be seen ruffling through some books, writing in what seemed like a journal as he spoke to himself.