Prologue.
“Urgh OW owhh….”
The mystery man™ tried to sit up, a gash in his leg. He was in a rather dark, muddy clearing in a forest, with rock walls surrounding him. It was nighttime, and there was a...weird whirring sound.
“Urgh...uh…”
He looked over at his fallen guild member, her body semi limp, trying to crawl away from scene.
“No…”
Suddenly, a black and green figure just stabbed him.
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CHAPTER 1. JUST A “NORMAL” LIFE!
“GASP”
Saryth sat up in bed, panting. He had been having these visions a lot actually. He...didn't know what to think of them. In every dream, a voice said
“When the time comes that the brother becomes the father, a broken bone shall cause the fall of a false god and an age of kinship. Upon the day the last one is reborn, a deadly duel shall delete a world of darkness and an age of light.”
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Around an hour after he had woken up, he got out of bed. He had short, curly ginger hair (shoulder length) with an Emerald green eye *left* and a Lake blue Eye *right* He had always thought himself… somewhat special because of that trait. He was tall, and skinny, with pale ish skin and darker freckles dappling his face. He had rather long ears (DUH! He’s a forest elf after all!). Fire has left a mark stretching from just under the right eye, running towards the left side of his face.
Around 10 minutes of looking in his mirror, he got dressed.
His fairly short sleeved, leather jacket covers him to well below his knees and is almost completely buttoned up at the top left side. The sleeves of his jacket are wide and reach down to just below his wrists, they're decorated with a single thread lining from top to bottom. The jacket has a narrow, rectangular neckline which reveals part of the modest shirt worn below it and is worn with a big rope belt, which is held together by a simple knot. The rope belt is solely decorative and a status symbol. His pants are simple and a comfortable fit and reach down to his furred boots. The boots are made from a very uncommon fur, but are otherwise a simple design.
He began running out of his door, deciding he would try to fulfil said prophecy, barely stopping to eat breakfast. His dragon friend, who is a clever adult male dragon that is small and fairly muscular. He has a medium-length scaly body with coloring that reminds him of a garnet, with four legs and a pair of bat-like wings. He has a medium-length, narrow face with gray eyes, perched on his shoulder..
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On his way to… wherever he bumped into someone. The short, pudgy Milmorian/Lightweaver girl had short, black hair, yellow eyes, and tan skin. Half of her face was covered by said hair. She had rather long, downwards curved ears, and white freckles on her face and arms. She is wearing a high-collar top, with no sleeves, black shorts with mesh legging underneath, with lace at the ends of the shorts, and a pair of very tall boots, over which She is wearing a short leather coat. Her accessories include a scarf and a wide-brimmed hat. The whole ensemble is coordinated in black, yellow (gold), and white.
“Watch it, kid. I’m doing something here” the strange woman scolded him, angrily.
“Er- s-sorry” he then helped her up
“It’s fine. Anyways you look rather strong. Mind helping me with somethin?” she suggested suspiciously, a grin in her eyes.
He knew he shouldn’t listen to this strange woman’s words, after all, her race was notorious for being tricksters, but something about her seemed...different.
“Er- ok?”
She takes him to a clearing, with trees around her.
“...look. I told you that you looked strong...but...erm…I can tell you’ve been having them too. You left for the same reason i have.”
“w-what?!”
“The...vision? anyways .” she held out her hand
“The names iris. Yours?”
“s-saryth.”
He had always thought himself somewhat...gay, but yet this girl drew him in like a moth to an open flame. He wondered why...
Iris, grabbed his hand and started walking off. He could swear he had seen this girl before.
AROUND AN HOUR PASSES, AND THEY ARE IN A FOREST PATH.
“Hmm...we should be going the correct way. But yet...wheres the town?”
“Dont say you got us lost, farmer boy?”
“I DID NOT GET US LOST!
“I’ll say.”
The very large city is located on the plains and has a futuristic look. It is best known for its festivals and its friendly inhabitants. Also, rumor has it that many of the inhabitants are cursed.
“Urgh. this place. Where DREAMS go to DIE. Thermia.” iris scowled, still walking.
“Er- ok- i-im sorry-” Saryth stuttered, running after iris, who was a few paces away
“Are...you….er….mentally ok?”
“No i am not mentally ok! This is where….SHE lives.” Iris muttered, angrily.
“wh-”
“HELLOOOOOOO~ I feel like you have a really good reason to be back here~” the mysterious, half and half haired woman yelled.
“Urgh...hi mom”
“t-THIS IS YOUR MOM?! Saryth exclaimed, jumping back a foot.
“yeah.”
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