"One down, three to go..."
A young man clasps his hands around an amulet as the lights of a fire dance rhythmically across his form. His voice trailing off at the end of his statement, as if he were lost in deep thought. He opened his hand again, the gemstone in the amulet glistened a fiery red as lights flickered about it. The man closed his eyes and took a deep breath before putting the amulet in a pouch on his belt.
"Sir."
The voice came from behind him, a dagger piercing through the silence and right into the man's very soul. He never liked being interrupted, but it was a necessity in his newfound position. "What?" He replied sharply without so much as turning around.
"It... It's finished, Sir. Just as you commanded."
"Good." He said quietly now. "Gather the men, we leave as soon as all are ready." The figure behind him bowed and retreated down a steep hill, back towards the camp below. The young man frowned as he looked down, distress written plainly across his face. "I never wanted it to be this way, I'm not really cut out for this type of work." He places his right hand to his face as he sighs. "But when the Emperor calls you, you can't simply ignore it." The young man, now bending over stretches an arm downwards. "But you could have made this a little easier for you people." He calmly states, as he slaps the face of a dead body. "Your people are suffering and it's all your fault. But you're dead, I guess you don't care." The man quickly rose and turned around, now gazing out over the flames and smoke that envelop the remains of the city below him.
"One down... Three to go."
~Two Weeks Later~
Today is the dawn of the 22nd Centennial celebration for the Four Warriors of Light. Thousands have gathered in the town square of Puerto De Oro, the proverbial capitol city of the world, to bear witness to something most will only see once in their lifetime.
The Crystal Requiem.
Named in honor of those four warriors who took within themselves the power of the dark crystals and sacrificed their lives for the sake of bringing balance back to the world. On this day, many have gathered, the town full of celebration and everyone in it waiting for the King of Acerrae Vatriae to begin the ceremony. But until then, the town is open to the festivities that have overtaken it. The people are merry and celebrating in all manners from music to alcohol.
A young man clasps his hands around an amulet as the lights of a fire dance rhythmically across his form. His voice trailing off at the end of his statement, as if he were lost in deep thought. He opened his hand again, the gemstone in the amulet glistened a fiery red as lights flickered about it. The man closed his eyes and took a deep breath before putting the amulet in a pouch on his belt.
"Sir."
The voice came from behind him, a dagger piercing through the silence and right into the man's very soul. He never liked being interrupted, but it was a necessity in his newfound position. "What?" He replied sharply without so much as turning around.
"It... It's finished, Sir. Just as you commanded."
"Good." He said quietly now. "Gather the men, we leave as soon as all are ready." The figure behind him bowed and retreated down a steep hill, back towards the camp below. The young man frowned as he looked down, distress written plainly across his face. "I never wanted it to be this way, I'm not really cut out for this type of work." He places his right hand to his face as he sighs. "But when the Emperor calls you, you can't simply ignore it." The young man, now bending over stretches an arm downwards. "But you could have made this a little easier for you people." He calmly states, as he slaps the face of a dead body. "Your people are suffering and it's all your fault. But you're dead, I guess you don't care." The man quickly rose and turned around, now gazing out over the flames and smoke that envelop the remains of the city below him.
"One down... Three to go."
~Two Weeks Later~
Today is the dawn of the 22nd Centennial celebration for the Four Warriors of Light. Thousands have gathered in the town square of Puerto De Oro, the proverbial capitol city of the world, to bear witness to something most will only see once in their lifetime.
The Crystal Requiem.
Named in honor of those four warriors who took within themselves the power of the dark crystals and sacrificed their lives for the sake of bringing balance back to the world. On this day, many have gathered, the town full of celebration and everyone in it waiting for the King of Acerrae Vatriae to begin the ceremony. But until then, the town is open to the festivities that have overtaken it. The people are merry and celebrating in all manners from music to alcohol.
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