Chapter I: A Sorcery Written in Blood
PROLOGUE
Many imagine such great fantasy worlds to be lead by good and to defeat all evil, but Misgarnia is not like this. Misgarnia is a sad war-torn world. Great beasts are slain and killed for profit. Men and women are born to die. Others are sent to do quests that seem impossible some, however manage to live as magicians and warriors, keeping in secrecy. The rich live as much as they can, taking advantage of their land and fighting other lands for both entertainment and territory. It's a sick world, but there is something written in blood within a dungeon, blood that always stays thick but can never be wiped away. A sentence that states: "Wrong will be righted.....(indescribable smuged words) death to all evil!" What does this mean? Soon enough evil will find out............
Chapter 1: Birth and Childhood of Andrius
Shrieks of pain are heard from within a dank room in a chamber. Cries accompany these screams, and they seem to be divine in unison. Soon enough heavy breathing begins, but it halts and the cries and shrieks are heard again. Soon enough, a man's voice is heard laughing joyfully. Soon enough, the man is revealed, he is wearing a thick black cloak, though maniacal looking, his intent is gentle. He places the crying baby within a cloth next to the sprawled out woman. Her shrieks slowly die out and she lets out a smile, and with a turn of her head towards her newborn son, her black hair brushes her face, obscuring a smile.
"O' my dear, we have made a son." A thick yet calm voice assures the mother.
Thinking he has engaged in conversation, he smiles as he sees that both the mother and the baby are sound asleep, prepared for the life ahead of them. The man (father) smiles warmly, and prepares to exit the chamber of his living quarters. He walks slowly through the candle lit corridor, and pushes the door open.
BAM An obfuscated figure twists his palms, and a lightning bolt crashes into the father, sending him flying backwards into the ground. The obfuscated figure reveals his pearly white teeth, obviously showing off a grin. Opening up a palm, a sword conjures into his hand. He slowly butchers the head off from the man, and places it upon his belt. Turning away from the building, he hops onto his white horse, and as he rides away, he still maintains the devious smile....
PROLOGUE
Many imagine such great fantasy worlds to be lead by good and to defeat all evil, but Misgarnia is not like this. Misgarnia is a sad war-torn world. Great beasts are slain and killed for profit. Men and women are born to die. Others are sent to do quests that seem impossible some, however manage to live as magicians and warriors, keeping in secrecy. The rich live as much as they can, taking advantage of their land and fighting other lands for both entertainment and territory. It's a sick world, but there is something written in blood within a dungeon, blood that always stays thick but can never be wiped away. A sentence that states: "Wrong will be righted.....(indescribable smuged words) death to all evil!" What does this mean? Soon enough evil will find out............
Chapter 1: Birth and Childhood of Andrius
Shrieks of pain are heard from within a dank room in a chamber. Cries accompany these screams, and they seem to be divine in unison. Soon enough heavy breathing begins, but it halts and the cries and shrieks are heard again. Soon enough, a man's voice is heard laughing joyfully. Soon enough, the man is revealed, he is wearing a thick black cloak, though maniacal looking, his intent is gentle. He places the crying baby within a cloth next to the sprawled out woman. Her shrieks slowly die out and she lets out a smile, and with a turn of her head towards her newborn son, her black hair brushes her face, obscuring a smile.
"O' my dear, we have made a son." A thick yet calm voice assures the mother.
Thinking he has engaged in conversation, he smiles as he sees that both the mother and the baby are sound asleep, prepared for the life ahead of them. The man (father) smiles warmly, and prepares to exit the chamber of his living quarters. He walks slowly through the candle lit corridor, and pushes the door open.
BAM An obfuscated figure twists his palms, and a lightning bolt crashes into the father, sending him flying backwards into the ground. The obfuscated figure reveals his pearly white teeth, obviously showing off a grin. Opening up a palm, a sword conjures into his hand. He slowly butchers the head off from the man, and places it upon his belt. Turning away from the building, he hops onto his white horse, and as he rides away, he still maintains the devious smile....
With that loud noise, the mother slowly wakes up, using most of her energy to walk through the chamber. Her pupils widened in fear. And with the rest of her energy, she screamed.
"WHY?!"
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The five year old Andrius woke up with a start. His dream, no nightmare had always been like that. He could remember being a baby and hearing those screams through the chamber. He had remembered seeing his mother once and the nightmare made him picture her running away without caring for him. Not to his knowledge, his mother had run away to his current guardian, and then ran away so that he wouldn't have to only have a mother. Andrius wasn't effected too much by this repeated nightmare, but it mostly made him felt sad inside, like someone or something who did this to his family was malevolent. The feeling was seething inside his stomach, and it was hard for him to fall asleep again.
(Morning)
Andrius woke up again, stretching his arms outwards, letting his bones crack before he got out of his bed. Refusing to open his eyes, he groped towards the wall, trying to find a way out from his cramped room. Rubbing his forearm over his eyes, he looked outside at the grass juxtaposed to the morning sun. A smile moved across his face, and he turned away from the fresh morning outwards towards the kitchen.
There stood one of his relatives. His so called "uncle" didn't look that old, and that always made him inquisitive about his grand parents and how many years it took for them to make his mother and then his "uncle."
"Hell-o Uncle Dragovir," Andrius said in a tone. His uncle was drinking something from a metal bottle, presumably a harsh alchoholic substance. Dragovir smiled warmly to him.
"Morning Andrius," he replied quickly but softly.
Andrius could smell the food coming from the table, and he immediately dived into the buffet of food that Dragovir had bought the previous day. Dragovir was rich, or at least that's what Andrius thought.
"Dragovir, how do you get so much food?" Andrius asked cautiously.
"Magic, I've told you this hundreds of times Andrius!" Dragovir responded in a harsh whisper, not wanting to say his profession out loud.
"There's no such thing as-" Andrius was cut off by a stern grab of his shoulders.
"Andrius, there is Magic inside all of us, only few choose to take advantage of it and use it to the fullest extent!" A smile came across Dragovir's face as he said this.
Andrius nodded blankly, fascinated how everytime he asked and said that there was no such thing as "Magic" that his uncle would give him such a great response.
"And today Andrius, you're going to start learning the ways of magic!" Dragovir exclaimed.
Andrius was amazed, today was the first day he would start learning Magic!
11 years later.
(BTW guys you'll learn soon why Andrius wasn't taken by people to become a gladiator)
A now 16 year old Andrius was standing on his farm land. He was punching the air and seemingly this cryptic green energy was extending from his knuckles. Then, he planted a palm outwards and a small black fire shaped like a dragon flew across acres of land.
"Dragovir, I want to learn Dark Magic too!" Andrius in a low voice yelled.
"Oh Andrius, it's time I give you this speech." As Dragovir stated this Andrius took a seat on the grass.
"Now, Magic is a great spectrum. There is no Light or Dark, it is how YOU choose it to be. The seemingly most holy of moves can be used in a dark Fashion. And even some of the most evil of Dark Magic spells can be used for great deeds. Andrius, I understand you're bent on revenge for the one who killed your father, but... he's already dead. Andrius, do you remember when you were a mere baby and you saw a red eyed horse outside your window?" Dragovir questioned him.
"Now that I think of it, yes." Andrius replied nervously.
"Good. Well, I must tell you. That was me. I had warped my form to make myself appear as a horse. After chasing the man in black for hours I had made my way in front of him. I lit him aflame and watched his body burn as I made way back home. Ever since I've raised you as an uncle. In truth, I am your brother." Dragovir said straight to the point.
"No way! It's not possible! But, you look like you could be a father's age!" Andrius exclaimed.
"True, but I'm not a full blooded brother of yours. I'm a half brother, but I consider it close enough to be your true brother. From birth I hoped that one day you would choose your path, but I realized that written in blood, the indescribable word was...... Andrius." Dragovir said softly.
"But my parents could have named me just because of that! They had false hope in me!" Andrius replied weakly.
"There are only a few that know what was written in blood and I!" Cut off in his sentence, Dragovir could tell something was coming this way. Horse hooves were clopping on the ground, many horse hooves.
"Andrius, get back in the house!" Dragovir yelled angrily!
Andrius without warning ran into the house, looking outside keeping an eye on his half brother.
There were black horses with riders in red robes circling around him. One of them spread their hand outwards towards him and said...
"Hello Dragovir! It's been a long time!" The man in red said merrily!
Dragovir fell to the floor laughing, thinking that they were high level magicians who were out to kill.
"Hello Acrux!" Dragovir said to the man in red, getting up from the ground. Andrius slowly opened the door, walking towards the people in red.
"Who is that?" Acrux said with a smile!
"My brother Andrius!" Dragovir said seriously.
"This... is the boy? The legendary boy!?" Acrux said mesmerized.
"Yes." Dragovir replied.
"Then we should be leaving with him soon." Acrux said.
"It's time for his true training... I knew this day would come." Dragovir lowered his head.
"Would you like to come along Dragovir!?" Acrux said reassuringly.
"It's fine Acrux, but I think it's safer if I stay here." Dragovir nodded his head in reply.
TO BE CONTINUED
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