Hundred of years ago in a peaceful village called Nostal in the continent of Gaia, there once live the great time magus he was a blood line of greatest kings and queens from ancient and known kingdoms of the world, an apprentice of the four great elementals. This magus was so great that man and woman, of the old and the new born, of the dead spirits and soon to be born, respects him, he was loved and though he was feared because of his ominous power he was still loved.
One day a plague of Amneria, vicious beast of unknown hunger, mindless and never seen, because of their quick pace agility and untamed speed of inhuman strength, they are of legends and on that day the Amneria destroyed and burnt to ashes the village of Nostal and the evil magus that leads that plague locked the time magus in an eternal barrier giving him eternal life, immortality is a gift to most, to him to see the painful dread that happened to the magus village is the saddest and hurtful scar that left an excruciating mark both on his heart and on his mind, the slaughter, the massacre and the blood feast, and him nothing to do, all the knowledge that he learned he could not use, he felt hopeless, he lost his faith to himself and to God, and he felt nothing but pity and shame.
With no more anything the time magus let out all his might to freeze time outside his containment to stop the unending torment he is feeling, and in the middle of the village he saw his wife, then he felt a spark in his heart that he save the woman that he loves, but not so long when the spark disappeared and engulf with sorrow.
“I’m useless!” shouted the spirit of the time magus that is unfrozen.
“With great powers at my command and not even one soul I can save from the inevitable… The woman of my life is about to die and not a single thing I could to stop this fiend… I am too late, if only I had more time… What joke…” laugh the magus.
“A time magus like me wanting more time… pitiful… very pitiful, O! My wife! I’m powerless… powerless to save you… to save this village… not even to fix my shattered heart… I love you so dear… and yet I can’t save you… worthless!”
At that night, a dark cloud passed it rained, it rained days and nights, never ending, and never stopping, not a minute to rest, the ponds from the waters turned to a small river, and then to a big lake, only then after hundred of years the frozen people turned to stone because of the mud that was carried from the mountain of Remembria and may be also due to the magic of the magus which got infuse with the holy property of the soil from the mountain that turn the beings on once flesh and frozen solid of time magic cause the body to materialize to stone. Legend speak that a night of full moon a warrior will swim into the depths of the lake, now known as the Lake of the Sorrowful Memoria, the rain will stop and a bridge of seven gems will light up on the sky and free the time magus from it’s eternal tormenting slumber.
And after a thousand of years have passed a young swordsman beings chased by the wolf of the Night Time forest, which surrounds the great lake, stand guard at the edge of the cliff just a step away from his demise, with his sword firmly fixed on his two hands, he shivers not out of fear but the coldness of the storm that is just behind him and also of the tiring run in the forest. The wolf showed his fangs and lightning struck followed by a fearful thunder which is reflected from the blade of the swordsman....
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Tuesday, June 8, 2010
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