World Break

While memories of their sacrifice may have waned, They continue their faithful service to us until this day. As two lovers bound to one another, but separated by their service to us all. They remain steadfast in their resolve, the sun always rising, and the moon always setting. At time they peak at one another across our planet, but may never embrace again.

The light they shine remains a hope through the ages, even when the sky itself fell asunder. scattered over the continents'. Sphere's of varying size unleashed hellish fiend's the like of which this world had never seen. Later known as the World Break.

While these portal's brough tiding of a tragic time in history, they brought with them advances unlike any other. This phenomena is called the Awakening, While it provided a substantial boost in physical abilities as well as control over elements, it brought endless levels of strife along with it. Criminals took advantage of those less blessed by their awakening to spread havoc in their wake. Society itself rose to meet this new challenge by forming The Heroes Guild.

Slowly these guilds caught on and more and more were made, varying from villains and heroes to simpler jobs. Technology quickly advanced to allow us to predict the arrival of Gates on our plane.

This story revolves around the young master of a noble's home, which was annihilated during the World Break.

A fifteen year old child stands alone, surrounded by the wreckage of the place he once called home. He stands there for some time, silent tears streaming down his face. Raising a clenched fist in from of his chest, he smashes it into his chest over his heart. "I care not the time it takes, I swear on the very heart that beats in my chest. I will have my vengeance on whoever caused this. Mother, I loved you dearly, I'm just sorry I can never tell you again. Father thank you for all you taught me, and for allowing me to explore hobbies on a while. I will protect Minnie tell my last breath, so you may all rest in peace." Closing his eyes he bows his head, allowing his words to fade into the darkness of night. He looks up a fire burning in his eyes, he grabs the flask his father had passed onto him. Staring into the contents, that have remained warm to this day. He silently puts it back in his jacket pocket, "I will save this for a time my life is endangered, as I promised father."

Across the continent, a mana gate opens. The red light shining through the night's sky, goblins, orcs and shaman's flow freely from it. The massive garden space of a mansion is where they land, flames leap from the shaman's hands to the unfamiliar structure.

A man busts through his daughters door, he holds her close to his chest. A comforting hand stroking his daughters hair. "I wish I could tell you it will all be okay, but I cannot." The man moves, a silver flasks' seal removed with a deft movement. "Please drink this." The man say's tears streaming down his soot stained face.

The little girl, no more that 12 years old drinks the dim silver liquid. A soothing energy resounds through her body. as she falls into a deep slumber her brown hair slowly dying itself silver from the roots out. Her skin taking on a soft silver luster, her father keeping her wrapped in his arms runs from the mansion making it to the garden line. a dull thud resounds from the man's chest. looking down in muted silence, the end of an arrowhead sticks through the front of his chest. falling to his knees his daughter tumbles deep into the brush. Hidden from sight, the man prays she remains safe. As the light fades from his eyes, a Voice echoes across the mansion grounds.

Floating on air, a man with jet balck hair in a ponytail to his shoulders stands. A single katana strapped to his him, "You vile creatures." His hand gripping the hilt as his thumb presses the hilt slightly from the scabbard. He moves faster then the human eye can follow. Magical slashes that seem to sever the air itself resound from his sword. As goblins fall one after the other.

A sudden explosion seems to go off in the mids of the Ogre's, as a massive collumb of dust fills the air. Weilding a massive axe a mountanous man whirls it around himself. The dust retreating under the fierce gale brough about by this man. "We were too late elaine, let us clear the area. Search for surivors," the man lets out a battle cry clashing with the surrounding ogres felling one after another.

"That would seem to be the case," a voice comes from above. A woman stands adorned in victorian era clothing. "Area search," Elaine waves her arms to each side, small ripples of mana emanate from her hands. She gently floats down beside the father, "This one is gone, it would seem he died protecting this child though." She bites her lip, reaching out she pulls the arrow from his chest. Rolling him to his back, she closes his eyes. "May you rest in peace."

Coming beside her the man with the black ponytails lands lightly on his feet. "Tsk, if only we'd arrived sooner. We could've prevented all of this." He turns his gaze to the manor, still alite with flames. The smoke stagnant in the air, casting a gloomy haze.

Elain clims inti the brush, gentle pulling the small girl from within, "It would seem she's going through an Awakening as we speak, Eric. Hopefully the scars from today don't cause her to drift fown the wrong path…" she gently cradles the girl.

Eric bites his lip turning his head, "Come on Jerald, Let's head back to the association. We found another orphan, this one is awakening."

Rising into the air, they move ethereally across the sky. Their steps like anyone elses as space seems to fold in on itself to allow them to move quickly.