The kind of things that legends have in common , are great feats in their respective fields , their stories told , stories forgotten and some stories never known , but also that they are all dead .
But a living legend paints this world and molds it as they reach greater heights . Ikuta was going to be such a person , however the reason he became a person with great power was only because of his father .
The very person who created a great line of legends as well as the destroyer of each , the indiscriminate denier .
5100 years ago, the Demon King was vanquished by the combined forces of the human empire and the races. With peace settling in the humans enslaved the races. The slaves taking care of everything the humans started living a luxurious life, free from worry and war.
They made only one mistake. Thinking the demons would now been in dismay, they left them to fall apart. Until now there was no sign of them moving. But the peace won't last long, a new king has emerged and unified the Demon Kingdom.
The humans drowning in comfort and earthly pleasures have no idea of the revenge which is slowly creeping to their very gates.
There are things no one was meant to see, and darkness that should never have been given living form.
"That the world is coming to an end has long since been a dead issue. Everyone has heard of it. Those who have seen it know what the truth is, those who haven't either believe it or not. Either way, no one really cares. We shattered reality itself to shards, but even the apocalypse could not make a difference. Those who are lucky enough to live well don't care about other people's misery or how the world collapses, not even if their own children will have nothing to inherit but ashes and fear, and no matter how much power they have, they only use it for their own benefit, while bringing suffering to others. And the worst is, no matter what nightmarish old or new ideologies they use to justify their deeds, the flock will follow. In the end, the story is always the same."
This is the story of a broken world haunted by the deepest horrors of the human soul, relentless persecution and superstitious hatred, a fanatic war against everything that is not human, and the damned who oppose and never yield to fate. This is not a fairytale.
What to expect:
A deep dark medieval high-fantasy with elves, dwarves, fairies and demons, magic and swords, romance and hatred, and a post-apocalyptic world. This is not a fanfiction of any sort, it's an original story that popped out from my head, and it's very dear to me. I am really happy if you find it worth reading!
Please read the short "Good to know" chapter before you dive in!
Getting kidnapped by a rival alpha wasn't the way I'd planned on starting my day. But I had to hand it to Jethro - he made being a prisoner actually pretty decent, and I had the run of the house. I was certainly treated with a damn sight more respect than I was at home, and that was saying something.
Of course, I knew I was only going to be kept prisoner until the ransom Jethro asked of my parents was paid. But when they came to pay it, they were so damned arrogant about the whole affair that I told them to shove their money up their asses; I was staying with Jethro.
Jethro, surprisingly, backed me in the matter. My parents ... not so much. So when they found out I was determined to stay, they took it as a declaration of war, and promised to pay Jethro back the only way they knew how; in blood.
But I wasn't going to go back to their packhouse. I'd made too many friends, and I wasn't going to have that taken away from me.
"A Guardian who's told he's the heir,
the chosen one with all the answers,
a world who's memories are altered
and the Slaad lords that bring war."
Rickalas, thought it would be another ordinary boring day to be a Guardian when he along with his fellow Guardians arrived at Mallace. He was very wrong. An unknown force sent him to the forgotten city of Hydra and there he stumbled upon an ancient tomb of a Slaad lord. He accidentally unlocked. Curiosity got the best of his fear as he pushed deep inside. Unknowingly he awoke one of the most vicious and cruel Slaad lords in Azurdenean history. Their chance encounter broke an illusion that altered many peoples memories.
Not before he awoke the Slaad lord, Rickalas took a ring that was stolen from him. How it was inside a tomb sealed for thousands of years was beyond him. Caleb after rescuing him from the Slaad lord explained the ring belonged to the king of the Azzard a line that was broken nine hundred years ago. With all these events confusing Rickalas, Caleb advises that he seeks out the chosen one of old. One who may hold all the answers. Unknowingly to everyone that he walks amongst them all hiding in plain sight.
Desperate for answers the Guardians turn to King Tirian of Fasingworld who advises them to speak to the oldest known man in the Azzard, Scabies Thesulac. The Slaad lords were on the move, plotting and planning. The world wasn't prepared for the return of Azurdenea's ancient enemy. War was coming. Death was coming. The nothing, was coming. The One'being had sent its legions to help his minions the Slaads and the Guardians experience their greatest pain when one of their own betrays them.
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This is for the young people who constantly have to hear older generations say, "Well, I won't be alive for that," or "This is your problem now," or "Your generation is going to have to fix it."
I don't know the answer, but I live in the questions. Keep asking.
Tread lightly like a rogue, have curiosity like a diplomat, speak loud like royalty, study like a wizard, and keep one eye on the distance like an archer.
And for Earth's sake, vote if you can.
Never let anyone convince you that this isn't your world too.
Welcome to Esûne. Thank you for reading.
Alicia
Jade never knew how dark her past was, nor how dark her future would become. By a cruel twist of fate, she finds herself in an unknown land, facing a frightening future with very few beside her.
Join her and her caravan on an adventure full of magic, action, and even a little romance.
"You are the Seventh, what a beautifully cruel fate."