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Chapter One457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKnd18nMXJf
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"The Zealots of Zac'ra born in battle bathed in blood."457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡD1WP04H9L7
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The time had come. Myths and legends would once again walk among the mortal world. Echoes of the past danced among the frozen breath of winter, shadows of life drifted between the forgotten pathways of humanity. Storms born over the ocean cities in the south broke out in a rage.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡL19kT1q6ys
Meadows of gold and purple helped hide the memories of a place neglected by mankind, lightning illuminated that memory, it's heartbeat was laid bare for all to witness. Rain fell in waves hoping to wash away the taint such a place had upon the Five Kingdoms.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMnLSyb82iM
Voilky, a place unknown to most, lay on the borders of two kingdoms, the rulers of both nations had no interest in the fabled place, those that did only remembered it's darkest hour, its bloody history would soon be revisited.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvGIl0lvgzs
Servants of death had travelled across the vast deserts in the east, over the forest kingdom of Fallur. All in search of a rumoured War Hero, who lived among the forgotten souls that called Voilky home.
Echoes of silence stunned the sky into submission, allowing a few moments of clarity. Khadim, as many of faith, knew them to be. Were nothing more than an omen of death. Rumours of the god's anger at mankind's weakness, that humanity had forgotten the lessons of blood and sacrifice. The rumours where true. The wars of the mortal world had created Champions of battle; now, they were nothing more than a bittersweet relic in a fading age.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ999hLE9w5f
A few zealots held onto the teachings of the ancient world. The storm had recovered its fury; rain masked the scent of all those below, The Ravens took flight once again, following the River Aveus as it twisted around the fort and back into the forest.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtnbO0L1xRF
Aveus's path was of little interest to them for they had found new prey, figures of fire danced upon the backdrop of darkness, as the Khadim gained there first sight of mankind. Black hair broke out in all directions as it battled against the rain, crystal blue eyes watched the dancers with childish interest. Rings of smoke floated above the fire, before vanishing within the storm. The boy barely moved as lightening burst above him, all around was illuminated. The threat of the unknown smiled before returning to the shadows.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzoXKd3LLsM
Deep within the forest, a hunter of men slipped between the silhouette of the storm, rings of smoke gave his target away. The rain hiding his tracks without question, even those whispered to live within the forest had no chance of discovering him.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpxnzat4kPq
Garlark study his prey, he had gotten closer than he had hoped, his fingers worked with practised ease, withdrawing an arrow from its sheath. Water ran from its tip, running his eye across the shaft made sure that it had not become warped. Bringing the bow to aim kept an eye on the trees that swayed around him. Reality faded away as he became focused upon his prey. The silence that hinted of the danger surrounding them went by unnoticed. The arrow's flight was true, striking his victim with ease. A cry confirmed the kill as the two remaining Khadim took flight.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ73sd9BCv2k
The young boy within the makeshift camp remained unaffected by the events, his gaze still upon the dancers of fire that faded in and out of the forest. Garlark remained in the darkness, questions that had long haunted him returning, Pulling at the arrow in the dead raven. Stared into the camp, his son had not even noticed him. Drawing another arrow took a step closer, the crackling of leaves was masked by thunder as it demanded to be heard. The arrow struck a rabbit that had attempted to get closer to the warmth of the fire.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBlRd9VggkK
Reaching down Garlark tore the arrow from the raven's body, a small amount of blood poured out of the wound. Giving the arrow a gentle wipe stepped into the light. "Please son." Pulling the quiver of arrows from his back, laid them close to the fire. His eyes kept glancing towards his son, hoping for a response. He knew it was unlikely.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJD8JbygoMv
Sitting down, Garlark rested the bow across his lap; he worked on removing the bowstring. As the warmth spread into his feet, Garlark stretched out the bow cord before placing it into a small pocket sewn onto the quiver. Two other wires where inside safe from the rain.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWoyI0yFjFx
Time passed in silence between the two, as they watched the fire struggle against the elements. The wind whipped around them, whistling alongside the thunder as they clashed in a display of dominance. Lightning forked across the darkness, making sure it was not forgotten.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGmFkkO7kG6
"Navaa... son please." Garlark had caught sight of the Ravens return or as some called them Khadim. The bow was strung and ready to be fired, within a second, the focus of the kill slowly taken hold. Lightning broke giving Garlark a moment clarity of his surroundings. There it was the demons of war, a forgotten enemy. The demonic eyes of perfect purple that had scared thousands glared at him. The ancient enemy had once again returned. 457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7NB5t9uLWB
Questions of faith where being put to the test, a choice had been made years before, was now being questioned. Drawing the bow felt his fingers stiffen in response to the answer. "I can't, please." The Khadim circled above eager to witness mankind's failings. The storms eye was upon the camp.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcyQCXRfbrC
The bow fell free of Garlarks hands; there was no bounce from the weapon only a deafening silence. Tears attempted to escape from his eyes, were held back by the past. "DO IT." Glaring at the creature that he feared. The Namora's frame was that of a mountain compared to the pair within the camp. The beast still lived. Crumbling to his knee's Garlark knew he could not win against the damned abomination again. Closing his eyes waited for death.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1Us9Zfg5Sk
The Khadim had not travelled from their master's home to collect a hunter of men. There was a far more significant prize. The rain started once again as the eye of the storm passed across the camp, thunder echoed across the forest, lightning danced above, Garlark could do nothing apart from stare into the woods. The creatures he feared was gone; even the Khadim had left. He was alone with his son. Allowing the rain to pool in his hands rubbed it against his face. The past was trying to return for that Garlark was certain. Taking a deep breath, Garlark stood, his heart slowed as he study his surroundings all traces of the Namora where gone. Leaning down, picked up the bow his fingers checking for damage.
Noticing no damage laid the bow down next to the quiver, the rabbit he had killed would be warm at least. Stepping past his son Garlark pulled the arrow from the dead rabbit, before laying it across the fire "should eat son." Navaa had become paralysed by the shadows that danced around him. Garlark could see the figures his son watched, dancers from another world. Each one following the path of the wind. Seventeen arrows each made by him would require sharpening. Sitting down next to his bow began to work.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ38CAlNyPlQ
"Fire should be deeper. Tracked you for miles."457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9DlpuH9xJM
Navaa's focus was still upon the dancers, Garlark's hands worked without effort checking each arrow "you thought any more? Its better for you."457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuZhsVCqlpb
Garlark returned his focus upon the arrows seven had already passed through his fingers. "understand why?" The remaining sentence fell short. The arrow that was seconds before in his fingers feel to the ground, A dagger of simple design passed between his hands. His gaze taking in his surrounding, Something else had arrived "Stay here."457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ93zCdkLzHN
Fog quickly descended upon the ground without warning. The storm had moved on over Voilky. The Khadim had sensed their master's arrival, Garlark felt the sickness of war rising, a nervousness that had kept him alive had become panic. His fingers tightened around the dagger, moving in front of Navaa pulled him to his feet. Whispers of those long dead came in waves taunting him. Frost surrounded them as death came closer to its target457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWAzq2iYybU
Garlark closed his eyes for a second, hoping to reach the silent shadows that kept men like him alive. Reality started to fade away the naked flame of life was all that remained, the sound of the rabbit hissing as it cooked should have gone unnoticed. The cracking of the frost on the ground as his boot crushed the frozen leaves that littered the floor silenced the dead. Moving forward searched for a sign of the enemy he feared, as the storm began its assault upon Voilky, Garlark knew it was time for them to return home.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6lGYbPUPFx
The mortal's fates had been decided; their deaths had been written in time. Voilky home to the lost and forgotten would bear witness to a new age. For those who had fought in the Namora war, the days ahead would look all too familiar.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLfGZqbSMHt
The champions of the war were given titles such as hero; few could have achieved the standing that Lord Staimor Alcar had, Champion of Zac'ra and Knight of the Five Kingdoms.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFnWAaS0yfe
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Lord Staimor Alcar slipped between the pathway of his future and the horrors of his past. The void that had settled over his memories was slowly corrupting them into nightmares. Tonight, as his enemies grew closer, Staimor would be taken into one of his darkest moments. The city of Zac'ra, home to a thousand faith, had been among the cities to fall during the war.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9XTP7AKXfn
The past was fighting against the present for control of Lord Alcar's memories; each face that faded into focus was already long dead. Every memory brought him deeper into the void of darkness that was his past. Finally, a memory was chosen.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡX093Od3mr6
Zac'ra hours before it had fallen was bittersweet memory, A sand storm much like thousands before had battered against the city, Forcing those inside the city into the shelters built for such occasions.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLQrydA99vt
Even the towers that peaked out amongst the stars were left with a cloud of dust lingering over them. Rumours of demons controlling the winds were nothing more than folklore. How wrong they were. Creatures that had no place within the civilised world had arrived, these beasts could move with the speed of a horse and strike with the precision of the Alwamt.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRfzTOwoo7X
News of the sandstorm travelled to the nobles first and those of wealth, the poorest of Zac'ra only discovered the storm as it first broke against the cities walls. Staimor had been among some of the wealthiest men of the city. The shelters of the poor were very different from those of wealth. The pillars were built to keep those inside safe however the entrances to the bunkers where were made with a delicate touch of the artist, soldiers loyal to the royal family stood guard, checking all those that attempted to enter. Only those of worth would be allowed in the poor would be turned away by force where needed.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfjUH467nQJ
Staimor stood just before the entrance to the shelter "be safe." Two guards stood at the doorway to the entrance; spears held loosely within one hand, oval shields with the royal seal of Juianda in the other. Neither soldier moved as Staimor passed between them.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0KsPcYmTNK
Silence fell over those inside as Staimor entered most of which were men of wealth and believed him to be too common, a simple soldier no less. The guards entered behind him, pulling closed the doors. Torches where lit giving pockets of light.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgRt6nFAxAr
Merchants stood together using the confined space to discuss deals that would line their pockets. Those closest turned their backs to him, a few spat at his feet. He cared little about them; they would all come begging the moment death came for payment.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaVM84bSsdU
Children who were too young to have witnessed such storms before stood giggling, excitement lingering within their eyes. One of the children smiled at Staimor before being hurried away. The child was of the same age as his daughter. A gentle burning ran across the palm of his hand, glancing down felt a tremor within his heart,457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNjR8urohoZ
The chill that slowly broke into the shelter was unwelcome, even when the sun had faded away into the darkness, the air burned at his throat this sudden cold snap could mean only one thing. Screams of the living echoed the silence of the dead.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUMHT0zRrq2
Staimor was not ready to relive those moments. Instead, his nightmare was changing to another memory within Zac'ra. He had been an honoured guest of the Royal Family, as such his quarters where deep within the cities walls, among the wealth and nobility. One of the towers had been fitted for him; it's spiral staircase leading him from the dusty ground of the common man into the stars that only wealth and fame could afford. The days had passed with him being trapped from all those he wanted to visit.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCA3UeG63Jv
The company of men Staimor led were not given such a blessing; they were forced to camp in the outer parts of the city. His request to be close to them had been ignored. The facts of war had to be heard, so he had no choice but to accept his quarters.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuwRjUpb1iw
Staimor left the tower his footsteps barely breaking into the sand-covered streets, the eyes of those around him looked at him with silent hatred. He was a foreigner. Worse was his refusal of going unarmed. The sword was glared at in disapproval his fingers never left its handle.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRv1ls6TNBi
The air had become filled by an uncomfortable heat. Something caught at the bottom of his dress; at first, he had protested at being made to wear such clothing. Now he could think of nothing worse than having to wear the leather amour he had become so accustomed to wearing.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1meDE1EzSH
Staimor was continually being reminded of his battles, some of those had begun to call him a War Hero. Those who called him that were typically accustomed to the wealth and politics that came with it. There were some in Juinada that saw him as nothing more than a common man who had been lucky. One of those was a man known as Fori to his friends, Fori had gained Staimor's respect through his unwavering honesty. The first moment they had meant Fori had told Staimor that he would be hated by those who now love him. Staimor had known that the young prince was disliked by most of his own family. There were a few even with Zac'Ra that disliked the young prince.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSiLTZKRkuH
Staimor's memories were again flickered away until another one had been chosen. The corridor that came into focus came with emotions that tightened his stomach and clenched his fists. The moment the nightmare had changed, he knew what was about to happen, yet there would be nothing he could do to change the outcome. Helrya's eyes lingered upon the light coloured dress his commander wore. "Damned weather, interesting choice commander." Staimor gave the comment little attention. Something else had been upon his mind. "what news?" Helrya changed the disciplined soldier that most rarely saw was now the one speaking. "scouts reported back, three are missing. Enemy building their forces, thousands of the bastards seen crossing near the fort of Voilky. Helrya paused for a second Staimor however was in no mood. "Continue."457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQXrB3oMBFB
"Zac'ra will fall." Helrya took a few steps back from Staimor, a servant walked past his gaze never once meeting theirs. "those who rule are naïve, the city will burn if its attacked."457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaFYTMPAmWz
The pair where silent for a few seconds, Staimor caught a glimpse of the fiery red hair of Helrya's wife, "we shall discuss this later." Staimor felt himself grinning. His eyes flickered towards Avail, a moment of calm before the slap landed. Helrya' pulled away a handprint was left on his face, "you with that whore..... dare..." the next slap echoed through the corridor lucky for Helrya, Staimor had witnessed it before. "you will.."457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡh3GuGK5NkF
"silent." Staimor voice was little more than a whisper; however, the trio now stood in silence, waiting for the cloaked figures to pass. To most they looked like servants, Helrya was not most he knew better.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6aLFg6D8oZ
The way they walked as one, there were in formation servants would not do such a thing. His fingers wrapped around his swords handle, Staimor stepped to his Seconds side. Both men were prepared for what was about to come. "who?" The three cloaked figures moved forward as one drawing their weapons. "your father sends his regards."457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkUfuTeHJKO
Avail pushed her way past both Staimor and Helrya. Raising her hands moved them swiftly through the patterns of El-Mere. The trio of attackers stumbled forward before crumbling to the ground dead Avail turned to face her husband, "That whore....." Staimor mind closed it would soon be time for him to awake from the nightmares of his memories.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpSjOH7VH0d
The Khadim that worked as deaths omen circled high above Voilky. Enjoying the melody of suffering that lingered within each person's memories. The fort was filled by a bunch of mismatch soldiers, who had become refugees, there past's would never be allowed to escape. War was a beautiful thing for those that genuinely understood its purpose.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWjfsXFGPeD
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