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Unknown Gods

Humans, Elves, Dwarves and Dragons, each of which are at peace with each other in their own lands. Although the peace is continental, there are those who seek to annihilate that peace. These people are the Villains. Those whose jobs are to annihilate the Villains are known as the 'Swords'. There are 100 Swords for each race, equalling to 400 Swords in all. There is a Sword leaderboard for each race as well, the lower your number, the more you're respected. Our protagonists; Ameri and Hilo, of which both are from ancient races. They both strive to become Gods, and to destroy the peace that they assume is forged by each hierarchy. Ameri and Hilo must protect their identities, even from each other. Not because of distrust, but because of their Clans Rule: "The removal of the mask is the removal of your purity".

Hrrsane · Fantasy
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2 Chs

Art Thou The Arch

"Run! RUN!!" The screams were left as muffled words against the crackling of the small buildings. The Dragons had invaded our territory, thinking that this area was free from any bodies control. I had inferred that they must be making a new hibernation spot because the last spot turned out to be a Blue Volcano.

*Blue Volcanoes are like normal volcanoes we have nowadays, but are much hotter and thus the thick-scaled dragons would burn or melt. They also have blue lava instead of the normal yellow or red*

"Hilo, fly atop the clouds, Dragons can't fly that high!!" Ameri had informed Hilo of that fact. But Hilo was worried about the Wingless, and hesitated for a brief second.

"Coming!!" Hilo beats his wings effortlessly and takes off Into the air, aiming for the clouds not too far above the village.

*Clouds are the same as ours but some races can touch them like theyre a solid, but to other races the clouds are merely a mist. These races include: Winged Angels, Winged Demons and Dragons, although most species of Dragon can't fly that high because of the lack of oxygen. Also, cloud is a common way for winged races to travel safely, due to the massive amount of beasts that link below*

Ameri waited for Hilo halfway towards the clouds, reaching for Hilo's hand. Once their hands had become intertwined, they both flew atop a small cloud and looked below, worrying for the lives if the Wingless. After just a small look, they noticed that not only dragons had invaded, but some others from each Race.

The Humans tallied how many had died and how many houses had been burned. The Elves guided the Shifted dragons to where they had to burn. The Un-Shifted dragons helped the dwarves cut down trees that had been our haven for generations.

Hilo and Ameri filled with rage, looking back to the other Winged who made it up safely. Most were crying, those who weren't were helping comfort the crying ones. Their rage grew, they wanted to go down there and kill every last Human, Dwarf, Elf and dragon.

The Angels and Demons have a powerful magic varying in Race. Demons have magic that is banned within the world, Impure Cultivation. The Angels have Pure Cultivation. The difference isnt the about how powerful they are, it's what the effect is on both the Wielder and the Target.

"Ameri..." Hilo whines.

"Let's do it" Ameri insists.