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[SIZE=+1]PROLOGUE[/SIZE]
A war that torn apart the very lands of Evion between the three gods of the elements (Earth, Fire, Water) and their people had lasted for eons and eons. Tens, Hundredth, thousandth, the number of casualties at one time became incalculable. Urion the god of earth seeing no end to this madness, decided to act for the sake of his people and the Evion realm. He used a Legendary weapon meant for the outer gods to put an end to the battle, whilst sealing the other gods of both Fire and Water. In the course of time, Urion made all the inhabitants of "Evion realm" forget the atrocious events that happened during the course of the undying war and created a veil that separated the people of Doteks from the people of Fire and Water. He later sealed off his own soul as an act of self-redemption. Peace reign on Evion for centuries, until it came under threat by the very people who once almost destroyed themselves.
[SIZE=+1]Chapter I — The Chosen One[/SIZE]
The boy Ivan walked through the scrubs part of the forest floor. He wasn't sure where he was nor where he was heading. He desperately looked upwards at the tall trees which seems to go on forever as the cool evening wind brushed passed his saturated skin, reminding the boy time wasn't waiting for him and the day was coming to an end. Ivan Althalos had a pre-medieval attire, consisting of a woolen jacket, with pleating undergarments made from linen. He's hair was at shoulder-length quite unaccustomed for a male at that time. The boy eyes were gleamy with brownish pupils, the nose distinctively shaped, and an ethereal shin perhaps carved uniquely by the gods themselves. He was quite tall, standing possibly at least six cubic-meters. — Fearing the wrath of the mountain, Ivan was determined to get home on time even when the odds was staked against him. In what seems confusing, the narrow road leading down the mountain got more narrower. Ivan somehow knew he wasn't on the right path he initially came through. Regardless he wasn't ready to succumb himself in anguish surely not at this point. All he could think of was to get to his village as he had heard turbulent yet disturbing stories circulating amongst the villagers who had swore to had seen white gauging eyes peering through the darkness of the mountain at night. The thought of this made Ivan's heart beat more faster than ever, albeit in a coherent rhythm. He had gone up the mountain to fetch some medicinal herbs for his sick sister who had caught a fever earlier and had completely gotten unaware of the time. As the sun rays slowly dwindle, Ivan could already feel the darkness knocking at his the door. He hastened his footstep rather hurriedly in an attempt to escape the night grasp and the darkness it brought with it. "I hope I won't be at the mercy of the night," — Ivan muttered as he walked pass through the half-way mark of the mountain with his bagging brown bag on his left shoulder swaying in accord to his movement. In course of moving, Ivan stumble across a huge cave beside the thin narrow road. The cave seems to lead to somewhere, perhaps to his village, Ivan thought? It wasn't a dark cave nor was it enclosed. The boy curiosity had skyrocket exponentially at this point in time. He lugged his brown burnished pupils upwards, trying to get a glimpse of the sun which had become almost inconspicuous on the western horizon much to Ivan's befuddlement. He felt if the stories the villagers told were true, going down through the mountain would be suicide. So he decided to make shelter of the cave for the night. Imagine an eighteen year old boy isolated alone in a cave on a treacherous terrain filled with all sort of dangers, perhaps even wild animals. Ivan in particular wasn't afraid. Sure he was weary, but he wasn't dismayed as he crept into the cave. A luminous light had engulfed most part of the cave sedimentary rocks. Not only was the cave freezing, It was completely dead silent as Ivan walked further. Even a single drop of water from the peak of a rock plunging downwards, produce enough sound that liberated through out the cave in acute resonance.
"I guess here will do" — Ivan said in relief. He finally found a place along the interior of the cave. A place where he could finally lay his head and perhaps have a short nap. Removing his bag from his shoulder, Ivan placed it beside him, whilst leaning gently backwards towards the wall of the cave. He closed his eyes and began reminiscing of the time he played with his sister Ara. Ara had suddenly caught a deadly fever with an unknown cure. Ivan had tried everything he could to make her happy. Unfortunately, it was all in vain. The sickness had taken a substantial toil on her. The local medicine man had given her fifteen days to live. Ivan being unyielding as ever, was optimistic this wasn't going to be end of his dear sister. "Surely this isn't end, there is always a way" — Ivan reassured himself almost in tears. He was ready to do whatever it takes in other to see his sister radiant smile and hear her soothing laughter once again. Fortunately for him, he came across a song that could turn the table around.
"Up up in the Mountain, there lies a crimson red tulip among the branches of an oak tree which has ability to hell any sickness. But be careful, people have tried retrieving this tulip only to get lost on their way back."
Ivan had heard this poem from an unlikest of sources. A woman widely popular amongst the villagers, called the "Cuckoo woman." She had lost both her husband and children to the river sickness which had plague the village earlier. The pain of losing them, made her go mad. Although she seems completely mad, she sometimes recites poems and sings hymns. One day while she sang graciously, Ivan feeling unmitigable accidentally heard her song. For some reason, he felt this song was particularly meant for him. Then again, he had a second thought about this. "Who would even want to listen to a crazy woman?" — Ivan pondered? As absurd as it may sounded, Ivan did heed to the words of this crazy woman. He had no choice as he needed to save his sister from the dreadful sickness that had taken over her body. The next day, he climbed on to the top of the mountain, and found the tulip exactly where the crazy old woman said it would be. Not until did he start heading back down the mountain and reach the half-way mark, did he realized the warnings along the cessation of the song was indeed immaculate. During this periods did Ivan decided to make the cave he had stumbled across a hermitage.
As Ivan continued reminiscing with his cogitation far into the night, He perceived a light peering through the foreskin of his eyes. He opened his eyes almost instantaneously only to come upon awareness the light had grown brighter and glistening. The cave at his moment was completely illuminated. Placing his right on ground, Ivan stood up quickly. He placed his bag on his left shoulder and watch in befuddlement. He took a few wobbly steps towards the cave equidistant and noticed the light had a starting point. Placing his hand ahead of his eyes, he walked further towards the light starting point at the end of the cave. Further and Further he walked, brighter and brighter did the light get. He finally got at the end of the cave and came across a huge door. At first, Ivan hesitated to move further but decided to solve this mystery since he had come this far. As he walked through the door, he came into a spacious room filled with numerous artifacts and treasures perhaps with great values. "What is this place?" — Ivan sputtered with a puzzled look? "Why does it feel am in a tomb?" He continued . . As the seconds elapses, Ivan felt the temperature plummeting rapidly. He rub both his hands imperceptibly, trying to generate a bit of heat. Turning his head rearwards, he came face to face with the unexplainable. A man of some sort, but intangible. Ivan heart pounded vehemently as the man stare through his soul. He wasn't sure who he was nor what he wanted. The man seems to had a golden crown on his head and reddish rob around his body. He was quite tall, easily towering above Ivan in terms of height. He's skin was paled yet scraggy with a white perm hair on his head similar to that of white stallion.
"I would have to speak anytime soon" — he said quietly to himself. It would seem the man wasn't hunting him but observing him. Attempting to understand the man intentions, Ivan shifted his eyes away from him only to suddenly feel a sharp pain below his abdomen. He looked downwards and noticed a sword impaled through him. Shifting his eyes quickly back at the man, Ivan watched in horror as the man withdraw the stainless sword from his body. The sword was completely imbued with blood. "Is this the end?" — Ivan contemplated not within his thoughts but with himself. He could feel his body already getting numb. He looked at the man as his vision began to get blurred. Yet for some reason, he couldn't utter a single word. He thought about his sick sister and wished he could at least save her before his demise. However it was too late! Ivan laid on the floor drown in his own blood almost out of breath. . .
"Is this really the end of Ivan Althalos?" — Find out on next week chapter.
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