Void of dark

Fast blurry images flash in a void of dark accompanied by a calm and quiet symphony, playing out every image of whosevers life these memories belonged to. A heavy fog of dark mist was all that could be seen between the passing images and flashes. Growing and enveloping the darkness that surrounded the only person present in the dark void. An image of a young brown-haired girl being blurred out by vast cityscape and bright lights of cars flash by, too fast for whomever was present to make out. A shallow whimper is all that can be heard, echoing faintly into the void of dark. Only accompanied by the faint flashing of light as the whimpers ripple further and further away only to be swallowed by darkness. The faint tempo accompanying the flashing images grows faster and faster, lighting the dark void that surrounded the person. The Images of the persons memories flash by so fast that his face was now illuminated, if an entity were to be present in that void of dark, all they would see on this person's face is a still expression of pure shock and horror.

“I... I’m Dead". Is all that can be heard as the persons whisper echoes out into the void of dark. Further reinforcing the actuality of this strange situation. Suddenly the images stop flashing by and all is enveloped in darkness. A faint manic Laugh of a woman is all that can be heard as the void fades to black and all is quiet..... 

It was a quiet sunny day in the small town of Revonfold, a merchant selling cabbages stands ready at his vegetable stand watching the hustle and bustle of this lively country town. “Cabba get yer Cabba” the merchant shouts out in a melodic tone, only to be drowned out by other merchants chanting and shouting their shops stock to the passing crowds. Sounds of wheels on a cart drawn by horse go by moving with it the bustle of the town. Brick and concrete structures line the cobblestone streets that twist and turn forming the veins of Ravenfold. Shopfronts can be seen lining the streets around the towns center, and a beautiful water fountain can be seen forming the towns heart. Ravenfold was a busy merchanting town often used by merchants moving and selling their goods. However, Ravenfold also hid a dark underbelly. Ravenfold formally known as the merchant town of the Western lands goes by many other names.

The blue sunny sky can be seen reflecting off a large flowing river that sits to the East of Ravenfold, A small cobblestone bridge is all that stands between the small town from the vast dense forest that lead Eastward towards the nation's Capital, Magana. And to the West of the town lay a grand mountain range providing the town with protection from the harsh seasonal conditions all year long. Snow had started to settle at the peaks of the mountain range dawning the end of Autunm and bringing with it the start of winters cold bite.

The scene can be seen hovering over the small town and the landscapes that surrounded it. the calm and faint sound of a woman's voice can be heard “It is in this town that the most unfortunate of stories will begin” the words almost crackling as if the voice were holding back something unspoken. "The one who will kill the hero will be reincarnated soon”.

The scene changes overlooking a shabby looking concrete building in Ravenfold, rain pouring down drowning out the howls of the wolves of the night in the far distance to the East. inside the shabby house a womans screams can be heard. Screams of pain and relief. “Da... Darling he’s here, we...we’ve done it”. A young brown-haired man with dark brown eyes says calmly whilst holding his wife's hand as she lay in a bed looking very discomforted. “I... Yes Dear, our baby boy has come into this world” she faintly whispers as if all her strength had been sapped from her body. Both brown haired parents stare lovingly at the crying baby in her arms. The crying baby's dark brown eyes meeting his mother's “Azazel, my wonderful child, this world is a cruel and dark place. I only hope you can find the light within the darkness”. The young woman whispered into the crying Azazel's ear as she slowly closed her dark brown eyes, letting her grip on her husband's hand grow limp. The man holding her hand can be seen sitting still, an expression of disbelief filled his face as he asked his wife to open her eyes. His asking quickly turning into begging as tears started to stream down his face. The sound of the man begging for his wife to open her eyes is drowned out by the crying baby who lay in the woman's still and lifeless body.

The scene changes to the capital city Magana. The candle lit lamps line Maganas streets providing 'the city with light as rain pours down all around the lands that surround the capital. Suddenly a loud and powerful rumble can be heard in the clouds above, as the clouds partially open a bright and powerful golden light shuns down from the sky and lands on a mansion to the far Southern outskirts of the capital. Just as quick as the light came the beam of light suddenly vanishes. Leaving the sky to be enveloped in dark clouds and rain once again.

To the west of the royal palace that lay at the centre of Magana the church of Ordine can be seen coming into view. A gigantic spiraling building reaching as far as it can to the heaven's. the church towering over the shops and houses that lay around it. A large mosaic window gave the church an unimpeded view of the capital and the lands beyond. As the church bells begin to ring throughout Magana crowds of rose gold robed men and women can be seen approaching and entering the church. The faint flickering of candlelight can be seen reflecting off the gigantic interior of the church. Providing an almost holy like light. At the centre of the lower most room sat a slim elegant looking figure. Draped in long white robes lined with rose gold inscriptions that signified the importance of the figure, her robe arms draping over the golden armrests of her chair. Two grand looking priests stood to the left of the important figure conversing amongst themselves. Both adorned dark ruby red robes with hoods that seamlessly hid their faces. The head priestess of the church suddenly stood up and let out a loud melodic cry of joy so that all that were in her vicinity heard. A bright calm holy light began to shine from the staff that she now held. “Rejoice! For the hero has been born, the days of the dark age will soon come to an end and the fruits from the seeds we sow will not welter and wither with the seasons that the hero brings. The scriptures will be our guide and the hero our sword! Quia Deus!!!" A large cheer and applause erupts from the gathering of priests and knights, even the patrons can be heard even from outside the massive church building. As the cheering and commotion dies down and the atmosphere returns to normal the murmuring of the gathered priests takes place as background noise, The head priestess now with a look of satisfaction on her face turns to the two grand priests to her left. “We must inform the king immediately that the hero of Novae Tarrae has been born”. One of the grand looking priests lowered his robe hood revealing a brown-haired man with a slender face and emerald green eyes. The priest slowly bowed his head towards the head priestess and the other priest in mutual acknowledgement of the request and for the event being played before their very eyes. Without a word the bowing priest was enveloped in a bright blue glow. Before the blue glow could envelop all that lay past the outlines of the bowing grand priest he vanished. “woosh”

The priestess let out a faint sigh as she turned her attention to the second grand looking priest. “The scripture of the gods are being fulfilled before our very eyes” the grand priest said with a look of concern fading from his face. “Indeed, it is Ishmel, we must ready the forces of the church and find the one who is born as the hero. It is imperative we find him”. The priestess said with a growing expression of worry. “Even the words of the scripture will not hold this world together, I fear that the hero without the help of the church may never fulfil his sacred duty to this world. But destroy it”. The grand priest only stood in silence as he knew it was not his place to challenge the will of thought by the gods let alone the grand priestess. With a curt bow Ishmel vanished just as the other priest before him. The priestess now standing before the empty spaces where the male priests once were turns away and walks to a large intricate painting on the wall. As she looks up at the painting a faint whisper can be heard. “I pray to the gods that watch over this world, may this Novae Terrae finally see peace”. Scene ends.

A large lavish mansion by the far southern outskirts of the capital comes into view. Rain pouring down drowning out any light that was illuminated from the great mansion. A crying baby can be heard from one of the rooms to the western wing of the mansion. An exhausted young black-haired maid quietly steps out of a room whilst simultaneously nodding a courteous bow to whomever dwelled inside the room. Once the young maid was finally alone, she let out a deep and reliving "sigh" whist resting her back on the door she just closed. Looking up she saw a group of maids huddled together standing at the door opposite to the young maid with eager and joyful expressions. “The Hero has been born” the black-haired maid says softly to the group of maids. Whilst ushering the maids away to avoid causing a further ruckus outside of their lords and lady's room. Inside the lavish room a blond-haired baby boy lay on his mother's lap with a bewildered expression. His eyes as blue as the sky and as deep as the oceans exclaimed the man who sat embracing his wife and newborn child. Both the blond-haired mother and father share the same expression of love and calmness. “My wonderful son Edris, you have been born as the hero as the scripture has proclaimed. Life will not be easy for you, my son. the whole nation, nay the whole world will one day look to you for hope and guidance. You mustn't fail them my son”. The blond-haired man says calmly as he lowers his head to kiss his son's forehead. The man's face bearing all the wicked scars of the horrors of war and bloodshed though the only notable expressions on his face were that of love and kindness. “My love, He’s barely been in this world for less than 5 minutes and you’ve already put the weight of the world on his shoulders, how unruly of you” the woman softly says to her husband as they embrace around the newborn hero.

The rain continues to pour outside as a large group of knights and priests can be seen racing down a long forest road on horseback when a large mansion bearing a lion and a shield comes into view, faint light from the mansion brought shadows overlooking a gigantic courtyard of grass and flowers. “This would have been really beautiful if it weren't pouring with rain” a soaked Ishmel thought to himself. As he held up his hand to order the group of knights and priests to halt. Many of the young priests dismounted their horses and started chanting as if they were reciting a hymn or song of some sorts. As the Knights were dismounting the rain around the group and only the group suddenly stopped. “Ugh, you couldn’t have ordered them to do that before Ishmel??” a soaked red-haired knight in shiny clean armor loudly asks in a very annoyed tone. Ishmel just shrugs and lets out a calming laugh relaxing the slightly angered knights. “Now, now Favrow. I know you and your Knights don’t dabble in the magic arts nor are you capable of.... however, if I were to have ordered our accompanying priests to shelter us from the rain for the whole journey, they would've collapsed the second we got here due to mana exhaustion, and you of all people should know whose domain we are in now". Ishmel said in a musing tone. "I get your point about us not being able to use magic Ishmel, but you really didn’t have to rub it in like that” the red-haired knight replies in a semi jesting semi defensive tone. Ishmel can be seen hiding his smile with his robe arms. Then Ishmel turns from the knights and priests and raises a pendant with the lion and shield on it towards the gigantic gate that lay before them, blocking all entrance into the manor with magical energy. Suddenly the gate rumbles and with a creek and screeching the two gates split apart offering entrance to the group. Some of the knights can be heard whispering amongst one another. “This is lord Colegard’s estate, isn’t it? ","The previous general of the capitals knight divisions? The blood soaked general? I thought he was exiled over 20 years ago?? ", asked a now shaking Favrow. Ishmel all but smiled at the knight and replied softly. Letting his words convey more than his grey eyes for once “Lord Colegard is known by many names. But to my knowledge his strength is the closest thing to a hero a human being can be, unfortunately the keepers of history and time don't see it that way. Though I'd say you're right to lose all strength before that man, however he is not an enemy of the church nor this country. Now, shall we?” Ishmel gestured to the group to enter the estate but before he entered himself, he swiftly waved his hand sending small flames and embers flying all around the knights and priests instantly drying them off. Ishmel knew he needn't do that due to the cold weather and rain but rather to comfort the knights as they entered the blood-soaked general's estate. As they entered a young priest could only hear the end of Ishmels self-whispers. “ough he isn't from this country"...... Scene ends