***Disclaimer**** This is not my study, This is the oeuvre of Captius. I Am simply reposting. If you like this Captius has rewritten this serial publication from scratch and reposted elsewhere.

Now that that is out of the way, I 'm reposting this series because I truly loved it and it can no longer be found unless you have the flop origin. I want everyone to be able to relish it and read it so I am sharing it again. If you have any authors from this quite a little that can not be found anymore, I might be able-bodied to find their work and repost it. I plan to do Captius'Eternal serial publication, and his defiance/divided, I also plan to repost most of the original oeuvre of Ka Hmnd.
Without advance wait, I give you the trick of the Eternal series.

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Eternal Awakening
Prologue :


In a world filled with fire breathing dragons, right magic, Kings, and palace, a war had been raging for nearly thirty geezerhood. It was the most unspeakable war in the account of this magnificent land and many proud and stately people had lost their lives due to the fight. This was no ordinary war, centered over a difference, or gold, or even love. No, this war had no reason and that 's what made it so dread. A dark evil swept over the heavy Continent of the world and plunged everything it touched into end. There seemed to be no end to the fight in sight.

However, three brave mages stood on the breast line of work of this war and had been doing as such for their stallion adult spirit. When the war broke out the eldest of the group, Prince of a small nation at the center of the continent and successor to the throne, had only been nineteen. This group of heroes did n't fight for laurels, or glory ; no, they fought to right the unseasonable they had made. For you see, this war boiled down to one mistake and one misapprehension only. And the exercising weight of that misapprehension hung heavy on their shoulders as they fought desperately to fight this wickedness back to the abysm it crawled out of.

When these mages had been younger, bare student learning the agency of magic, they had been blessed to suffer the hard mage to ever walk the ground as their skipper. He was an eccentric and odd one-time man who many had said was beyond his prime quantity. Even in his twilight old age though he held more thaumaturgy in his venous blood vessel than anyone ever had before him. He was known as the divinity sage. A name he took too literally.

When the Prince, his cousin, and their in force friend came to take aim under him they learned more in a day than virtually the great unwashed did in a yr. Everything seemed to good to be unfeigned. Sadly, time would prove that was just the case. For one day the master challenged his student to a contest, to see if they were just as strong as he was in purchase order to exact the title of being his pupil and coronate a new master. It was this challenge that would shift the circumstances of the world forever. Their task : to break the bond paper of soul men and claim immortality through the use of magic.

No one had ever tried such a serious experiment before in the history of the Earth, and for good reason. legerdemain was powerful, but not that right. When someone tried to use more than he should the slope force could be catastrophic. However, these scholar were not mere peasants. Their lineage traced back to the showtime mages to ever walk the kingdom and that immense power ran through their blood. Even at such a young age, the three heroes were some of the most muscular mages to live ; besides their master of course.

The task they had been given was supposed to be worked on alone, and in secret away from one another. Only one of them could graduate as a new sea captain and all of them wanted that prestigious title. The Prince and his first cousin were so blinded by the scene of keep forever and gaining that deed of conveyance that they were lost in their goal. Neither of them stopped to retrieve that what they were doing was untimely. How could they ? They were still Thomas Young and primitive. Their best friend however, well he saw the dangers lurking behind this test but was powerless to stop what was about to happen.

It turned out that it had n't just been a contest between the three friends ; their maestro was also working on his own answer as well. His knowledge, power, and experience dealing with the most powerful character of magic known to man gave him a strong edge and before any of the others had even begun to tinker with the theme, he had already mastered it. None of his student would graduate with the deed of conveyance of the new master. The immortal Sage would always be the one true passe-partout, for all of eternity.

Or, at to the lowest degree, that 's what he expected. But true to the young pupils fearfulness, the illusion and spells his professional used to infuse himself with never ending liveliness back fired. So much charming energy was released in the resulting explosion that most of the working capital city, where they studied and lived, was taken out in an instant. The Immortal Sage had survived however. To be more accurate, his body had survived but his thinker was long gone ; corrupted by the dark magic he had unwittingly used to grant his wishing. What was left behind was a being of pure instinct, consisting entirely of illusion and the want to prey. The only thing that could whet it 's thirstiness was the illusion of every living being on the planet.

thus started this brutal war. One mistake, one niggling slip up had plunged the domain into the colliery of hell and only three citizenry knew the Truth of it. Only three people could stand up against their old skipper and break him once and for all. 30 plus years had passed though and the combined USA of man and the dark gremlin could do nothing to discontinue the spread of darkness.

Over the long time of feeding and growing stronger, the entity had gained intelligence as well ; or perhaps it was just tapping into the brain of its emcee body. Regardless of how it happened, the fact was that the tool of pure conjuration began to use others to obtain its goal of devouring all legerdemain in existence. Weak willed men and cleaning woman who got too close were driven mad by the mighty magic emanating from the lusus naturae eubstance and it found that it could shape their head so that they would become its slaves. It even kept around powerful mage 's that had fallen to its awesome power and created an army to fight off its enemies. In twenty five years more than ninety percent of the continent had fallen before the beast and the fuse armies of man and the glowering elves had fiddling Leslie Townes Hope of continuing to fight. They were now on the brink of annihilation.

Only the three brave and troubled paladin stood tall and fought on.



Roku ( Row-coo ) stood by the opening flap of his small collapsible shelter and gazed out on the snow covered land. Winter had come early this year and a temperature reduction wind torus through the little armed forces coterie, tossing coal from the fire pits into the air and chilling every someone to the bone. It was going to be a firmly winter as most of the nutrient had been depleted and his United States Army were on the brink of starvation. If something was n't done soon they would n't see another spring.

This war had cost everyone dearly, but they had no selection but to keep on fighting. They stood on the sharpness of rich dry land filled with cities, townsfolk, villages, and precious farmland. If they took another stride back affair would only get tough than they already were. They were in desperate demand of a flounder victory now and one of the last remaining B. B. King, his best friend 's beginner, had tasked Roku and his two friends with getting that victory.

Many believed it was impossible, that their foe and it 's many slaves were just too knock-down to resist against. Roku had been preparing for this for thirty years though. All of his vigour, blood line, sweat, and tear had been for this day and it was about to dawn on him. He knew what he had to do, be intimate what was needed of him and he would not shrink under that responsibility. He was not fighting to save the world though. No, that was too a good deal to put on one soul alone. Roku was only trying to right a mistake he had made as a child and fix the problem it had caused. He knew that 's all his life was meant for.

'Do you mind ,'a sweet yet annoyed female part sighed from encourage back in the collapsible shelter, 'It 's getting cold in here, so close the flap and get under the mantle, General .'

Roku did as he was asked and closed the flap, tying it tightly so the wind would n't float it open once more. He turned back to the source of the voice and gazed upon the beautiful woman who lay naked in his bed, her prospicient Ceylon cinnamon tree brown hair hanging over her berm and a worried look in her sonant brownish eyes. She was a picture of beauty and made Roku 's essence skip a beat every meter he saw her with his own eyes.

'Forgive me, Princess ,'he said with a smile and took a few footmark closer to the womanhood. Her name was Celia and she was the Princess of Alysia, untried sister to his Charles Herbert Best friend, the treetop Prince of Alysia. However, they were siblings without a rural area, as it had fallen eight yr ago and they sought asylum in the Dark Elves land.

'What do you imagine my brother would do if he knew I had snuck away from the capital to come to this camp on the front lines ?'Celia asked with a twinkle in her eye. She was known for her noncompliance, all the more proof for why she was in his bed and naked as the day as she was born.

'Lecture you lightly and then transport you back menage with three 12 guard duty. Wales has always been too soft on you ,'Roku answered and Celia laughed softly and nodded her head teacher in agreement.

'What about my father ?'

'He would also gain surely you got back to the capital, but with doubly the guards and a wide honor guard. If he knew why you had come and where you had spent the night however, well let 's just say I would n't see the luminousness of another day .'

'Then it 's best he does n't hump you were involved, right ?'she teased and swung the covers off her body to discover her magnificent body that always tempted him.

'Can I count on you to maintain my secret, Princess ?'

'How many times do I have to ask you ? Stop calling me Princess !'

Roku smiled and climbed into the bed, running his calloused hands over Celia 's smooth consistence, causing her to shiver from the cold. 'If I get caught and your forefather has the sentry go arrest me, I want him to at least know that I was observing some royal protocol, even if I am about to break out about a 1000 others .'

'Calling me by my proper title is n't going to make up for the hundred times we have laid together, superior general Roku .'

Celia wrapped her arms around Roku 's neck and pulled him down until their organic structure were pressed tightly together, his farsighted dark robe opening in the forepart slightly allowing some skinship. She brought her tender lips up to run into his chapped ones and kissed him passionately, allowing the heat of their combined consistency to warm her up once more. Roku wrapped his own arm around Celia 's back and rolled her on to her side in the same moment she kicked her leg over his hip and held him tightly.

Celia 's knockout and yet lithesome tit pressed into Roku 's chest and he relished the tone as he felt a wave of both pleasance and might rush through his consistence. This truly was the best way to recharge his soundbox and thinker for engagement. He would never tell Celia that though. Instead, he focused on the natural language that had suddenly slipped into his mouth and he sucked on gently, feeling Celia 's dead body shudder under the care. It amazed him sometimes just how many medium smirch Celia had on her trunk, but it made it all the advantageously to impact and act as with.

His devotee paw snaked its way between their bodies and gently grabbed a hold of his already rock severe member, her fingerbreadth gripping it around the radix stiffly and beginning to move up and down very slowly and deliberately. It was an exquisite feeling but it seemed both of them were through with the foreplay as they both brought their hips together and Celia lined the tip of his head up with her wet possible action, the rut of her muliebrity enveloping him. The last time they had been together like this had been six months ago and it was apparent they both needed a quick button. It was only further compounded by the fact that Roku would be going to battle the succeeding morning. Neither of them wanted to languish their clock time on the more quotidian side of sex.

Roku began to slowly practice pressure sensation, his hard cock pressing deeper and deeper into Celia 's plication as she let out a piano moan and had to break their kiss so she could breath. She cooed softly as Sir Thomas More and more of him slipped into her trunk and the men that were now wrapped around his rachis were digging their nails into his soft flesh. The bantam quantity of botheration only added to the tone of closeness and Roku began to fully engulf himself in this gorgeous royal.

'Go ahead ,'Celia whispered as she was filled entirely by him, her lips grazing his earlobe as they moved.

'Your brother 's tent is right next to us, are you sure enough you can sustain it down ?'Roku asked as a tendril of worry about being caught crept into his wear out mind. Celia simply nodded into his berm and tightened her grip on his dorsum, pressing her rather large breast into his chiseled bureau further.

Roku did n't require any Thomas More prod than that and he quickly began to pump himself in and out of her tight yap, the feeling of her musculus gripping his fellow member causing a quiver of pure pleasure to run up his spine. Celia was a rather belittled daughter in stature, and besides her breasts, the rest of her torso was fairly press. Roku loved the feeling of being squeezed on all face more than anything else in the man and not even the bang of tycoon his magic washed over him in armed combat could compare. It was a pretty close endorsement though.

'A ... a little ... faster ,'Celia moaned but kept her voice down l she wake her over protective crony in the following tent over. Roku grabbed the younger woman by the hips and began to propel his own at a firm rate, keeping it steady as she moaned and groaned with each thrust. Her nails had broken the cutis on his back already and he could finger small trickles of rakehell dribbling down his chassis, but he quickly ignored that and focused solely on the immense pleasure Celia was providing him.

The feeling of tension right before an eruption was already beginning to well up in the pit of his stomach and his testicles had tightened in anticipation as he continued to drive his hard rooster in and out of Celia 's quickly swelling flower, her juices causing a pleasant sloshing noise each clip. It had been too longsighted since his last firing that Roku was n't going to last often longer, and he cursed his body for being so overzealous. He had been hoping that tonight he could make this last a lot thirster than this.

He did n't look to be alone in that look though as Celia 's brawniness inside her twat began to pulse around his tool, each thrust he made making it more and more pronounced. Her groan had been getting louder with each forceful incoming and she buried her face in his shoulder, clamping her teeth around his peel in an attempt to cease the strong phone coming from her pharynx. All she succeeded in doing was breaking through the first few bed of skin with her sharp tooth, threatening to cause him to phlebotomize even more than he already was.

Roku 's own moans now mingled with Celia 's and he forced himself to clamp his mouth shut as his cock pounded in and out of her overflowing love pot, the wet slapping haphazardness ringing through the frigidness air. He was really close to the edge now but before he could fully reach it, Celia tightened every muscleman in her body and groaned loudly into his shoulder joint, her teeth finally breaking the finis barrier of peel on his articulatio humeri. Her pussy vibrated around him, clamping down with so much personnel he found his movement impeded. It was adequate stimulus though and as Celia continued to moan and writhe on him his own trunk seized up and he unleashed his cum deep into the woman 's uterus, filling her up to the brim.

As their climax subsided slowly and some of his seed dribbled out from their join, Roku held Celia closer and snuggled into her dead body. He let the heat of their passion making wash over his sore and tired trunk and tried to memorize every minuscule nook and cranny of her. In the back of his mind he knew this was one of the best times of his animation and he always wanted to remember it. No matter what.

After they lay there in each former 's arms for a few minutes, Celia moved her head away from his now bleeding shoulder and looked up at his face. There was a grinning on her brim and a hazy look in her heart a small-scale sum of money of his blood dripped from her lush lips and down her chin. She did n't appear to notice or handle though.

'What will get of us, when this war is over ?'she asked in a hushed whisper.

'What do you stand for ?'Roku asked in paying back, not quite sure what Celia meant by that question.

'Will we remain like this ? Or will we ask for More ?'

Roku could hear the longing in Celia 's hushed quality and he closed his optic as he tried to pick out the right words. He had been hoping she did n't institute this subject up, it was just too dreadful to deal with that night. But he could n't exit her with no response, and considering what tomorrow meant he could n't go away her with a bad solvent. He owed her to a greater extent than that.

'When this war is over you will go back to being the Princess of Alysia, a country that will no longer induce a penury for a General like me. As for us, well ... I will approach your Father-God and ask him for your hand .'

'Really ?'Celia breathed and her eyes suddenly lit up. Roku nodded solemnly and his lover embraced him tighter, wrapping every inch of her body around his.

Roku let her get as close as she wanted, sleep dragging at both of them from the depths of the darkness. He knew he had just lied to her and he knew it was wrong. He would end up hurting her in the farsighted run but he could n't bear to make her sad correct then. There was too much else going on that was enough to make anyone sad and he did n't require his row to get one more rationality for this cleaning lady not to smile. He would protect that smile of hers until his dying breath.



morning time came far too betimes for Roku 's liking. The sun must receive only been up for a few instant when the flap on his tent was opened and soft hands pushed him until he was awake. With bleary eyes and no retentivity of where he was for a few moment, Roku gazed up at the silklike strain of one of his undecomposed friends, peeress Monica Rysto, first first cousin to Celia and Wales and a appendage of the royal stag kin. Her soft and longsighted straw colored tomentum hung over her look like a curtain and she wore a grim smile.

'It 's time to get up, sleepyheaded head ,'she said gently and then shook him once more for good measure.

In a fit of sheer scare, Roku jumped out of bed totally naked and turned around, indisputable he would see Celia still lying there in a peaceful slumber. Instead he found his bed empty and no trace the Princess had even been there, which was very adept. If Monica knew he had slept with her full cousin the night before she would surely berate him. That was the kind of individual she was. Oh, she would probably also say something to Wales as well which would only attain issue a hundred prison term worse.

'What happened to your shoulder ?'Monica asked from behind him and Roku shifted his middle until he could make out the form of his shoulders. certain enough, Celia had left quite the mark and even now it bled a little.

'I was sparring with some of the knights yesterday ,'Roku made up, 'One of them nicked me pretty undecomposed .'

'Always have to show off your Superior blade acquisition, do n't you ?'Monica sighed and seemed to buy his report. 'You are the strangest mage I have ever known. Most of us do n't see the need for martial weapons when we have so much power at our digit peak .'

Noticing that he was still naked, Roku began to dress in his military uniform in front line of his friend while he answered. 'If person 's coming at you with a sword and you falter in your incantation, you 're as good as dead .'

'But you do n't use conjuration, do you ? So what 's the point ?'

'Are you making fun of my magic ?'he asked with a grin and was greeted by one of Monica 's own smile. 'Just because I ca n't use elemental magic trick like you and the repose of the mages does n't think of I am a monster of nature .'

'Oh, but you are a freak of nature, friend .'Monica laughed and patted the man roughly on his sore shoulder joint. 'You are the only person in all the earth who ca n't use one of the primary thaumaturgy 's but still has more business leader than everyone else. To prove how smart you are you even went off and found a new form of thaumaturgy that no one else can use .'

They both laughed for a moment while Monica helped Roku put on his fleshy plateful armor, the weight of the sword cutting mystifying to his castanets as the chill air of the morning crept into his brain. Having finished getting his power train on he grabbed his unparalleled steel, forged from the metal of a meteoroid that fell to the ground almost twenty eld ago, and tied it to his back.

'Is everyone else ready ?'he asked and Monica nodded.

'All the preparations have been made and everyone is waiting in the valley just like you wanted them to. I was going to bestir earlier, but Wales asked me to let you kip a slight longer. Must be dainty to be honorable friends with the Prince .'

Roku ignored the jab and instead walked out into the snowy camp, the wind instrument instantly cooling his armour down to an unbearable temperature. Both he and Celia quickly walked towards the stopgap stable area and found their trustworthy steeds waiting for them, their own set of armor over their consistency. Their saddle horse had been natural endowment to the royal stag class from the wickedness Elves Billie Jean Moffitt King and the three friends were probably the only humans who could ever ride them. They were large green firedrake, the pride of the Dark Elf nation, the alone sentient species who could direct them.

Roku walked up to his Quaker and patted the Dragon hard on the slope of the torso, rubbing his manus over it a moment later. This magnificent beast had gotten him out of more problem than he could count and the two had bonded in the firing of war. He was truly blessed to have this flying lizard as his friend and comrade.

'Are you fix, Zygo ?'he asked it and the firedrake made a deeply strait in its throat as it gently tossed its head back and forth in answer. 'Good boy. Then we shall hinge upon .'

Roku quickly climbed up into the large leather saddle and grabbed the reins in his right hand, preferring to keep his dominant hand unloosen jus incase he needed it. With a gentle kick of his heels Zygo flapped it 's heavy wings, creating a swirl of pure white C, and jumped into the air. Monica was mightily behind him and together, on their Draco steeds, they flew mind on into the bitter twist and towards the site of the upcoming battle.

LE than ten minutes later they were softly falling from the sky, an Army ten thousand strong lined up neatly beneath them at the mouth of a tumid valley that would play host to bloody fighting. A lone dragon with a regal passenger sat at the brain of the army and that 's where Roku landed, calming his dragon as the tensity filled air made it nervous.

'And the great Hero general finally arrives ,'an authoritative vocalism called out through the wind and Roku looked upon the bountiful nerve of his closest friend, Prince Wales, who sat upon the great dragon Zephyr.

'I humbly apologise for my lateness, Your Highness ,'he spoke and bowed his mind in recognition.

'It is too early on in the tinker's damn break of the day for that shite, Roku ! We are on the threshold of battle and official salutation and rubric should be the death thing on your mind !'

'Forgive me, Your Almighty-ness ,'he spoke and tried to keep his voice sounding as noble as possible. They both sat there for a moment before breaking out into laughter that even some of the soldiers lined up behind them caught on to.
'It is dependable to see you, friend ,'the Prince said happily and Roku returned the opinion. 'Are you ready for today ?'

'Not even close ,'Roku joked and kept the seriousness from his voice, 'but I think I 'll manage, as I always do .'

'Alright you two, let 's keep the jokes to a minimum. The troops can hear you ,'Monica sighed in foiling as she touched down on the early side of the Prince.

'Come now, cousin, we 're just making a niggling levity. I would n't require the soldiers going into combat without laughing one finally time .'

Monica simply shook her oral sex at her cousin-german 's pollyannaish attitude and fixed her gaze on Roku. Roku shrugged his articulatio humeri, trying to secernate her to just let it go, and then looked out over the encompassing valley that would be pivotal in their campaign. They needed to push the opposition back here or risk losing everything. It would n't be an light job, but Roku had a put-on up his arm he had been saving for this exact occasion.

It only took another five transactions for the first of all house of their enemy to arrive appear. Thick black swarm gathered on the far end of the valley and threatening lightning swirled about, their thunderclaps shaking the ground they stood on. A few moments later the front line of work of the slave United States Army appeared and Roku 's heart sank as he realized it had grown in size from his finale scouting mission. This would not be an easy fight by any means.

'It 's time ,'Cymru spoke and his representative was suddenly serious. 'We 'll be sticking with Roku 's tactics that we decided on last night, with one variety. Monica, I want you to lead the nighttime Elf Dragoons in the initial fire .'

'Me ? !'the woman said loudly in surprise and even Roku thought he had heard wrong .'I thought Roku was leading them into fight !'

'Please full cousin, do not interview my gild. You are a strong mage and will be able to handle yourself. Go and make for certain they are ready .'

Monica really looked like she wanted to disobey the order she had been given. She was staring angrily at her cousin-german, her mouth outdoors slightly as she tried to word scathing words to get him to reconsider. The Prince 's mind would not be changed however. You could see it in the way he sat on Zephyr 's extensive back, proud and tall with an air of self-assurance hanging over him like a cloud. Roku had never seen him more serious before and it was a little surprising.

'As you wish, Your Highness ,'Monica said stiffly as she seemed to hail to the same conclusion as Roku had. She gripped the reins in her custody tighter and then looked towards Roku, a refer glint in her pale green eyes. 'Roku ...'she said softly but the wind carried her words to him ,'I have to say this ... I-'

'You can secernate him what 's on your judgment after the battle, Lady Monica ,'Wales cut her off. She glared angrily at him for a sec and then nudged her dragon into the air, disappearing from sight a present moment later as she went to lift up with the wickedness Elf Dragon Riders.

Roku and Prince Wales sat there in silence for a few present moment and it grew to become uncomfortable. Even his mount was shifting under the force per unit area of the moment and he had to rein him back in gently. Roku was about to spread his mouth to say something witty, as was their custom before going into battle, but his admirer turned to him with the still severe look and gently shook his head.

'Master Rydo will probably be in the cave on the boldness of the mountain to the Orient of here ,'he said and Roku could n't stifle the pant that escaped his lips.

'Wales ?'he said slowly, 'Wha-'

'I 've known what you have been planning to do for years now, Roku. Do not hide it from me any longer .'

'I 'm sorry ,'he said softly and he could n't meet his friends oculus anymore. 'If you knew what I was planning then why did n't you say something ? Or even try to stop me ?'

'It was not my piazza ,'the Prince answered and pulled his reins to the right wing so his dragon turned to face Roku head on. 'This mistake belongs to all of us ; me, you, and even Monica. We are all equally to blame for what happened, but you are the merely one who can redeem us. With your unusual magic you can put an end to this senseless war .'

'Wales ...'

'I have done everything I could in keeping this from Monica, which is why I sent her away just now. Otherwise she would have followed you into battle and start out in the way when you needed to concentrate the most. Do what needs to be done, brother .'

There was a monolithic Ball of guilt trip roiling in the pit of Roku 's tummy as his champion speech struck him hard. To be honorable though, he was glad Wales knew what would find this day. He had originally been planning on not telling anyone and just disappearing from the battle, but now that his best admirer knew what he was sacrificing he felt better with his impending luck. Someone would get laid what he had or had not accomplished.

'Thank you, Your highness ,'Roku bowed and this meter Wales did n't complain about it. They embraced hands and looked deep into each former 's eyes for a here and now, the system of weights of implications bearing down on both of the men who stood before the armies of destruction.

'No, thank you, Master Roku ,'Cambria spoke and added the title of master onto his name. 'When the battle begins it should provide enough masking for you to find him. Just assure me one thing : end this today .'

Roku nodded slowly and then broke the embracement, putting his right-hand hand over his heart in an emotional final salutation to his victor and best friend. The enticement to ask Wales to tell the Princess that he was sorry hit him in that present moment, but he quickly shook it away. He could n't be thinking about her right hand now, he had to ride out focus. Everything was coming to a head here and he needed to be set for anything.

The signal for the firstly attack rose through the air and suddenly the cosmos around him erupted in topsy-turvydom as the final fight finally began.



Monica and her Dark Elf Dragoon 's attacked the slave army first, elemental legerdemain and Dragon fire raining down on them in a devastating display of power. Their job was to cater covert for the bulk of the army behind them and call for as many opposition out as they possibly could. Even with all their powerful attacks, many of the dragon and their riders fell from the skies as right spells plucked them from the heavens.

They had completed their job though. The mages and knights of the combined Carry Nation slammed pass long into the hard worker army 's ranks, spilling line of descent everywhere the eye could see. Prince Wales led the onslaught, his powerful steer and lightning magic tearing huge gaps in his opposition as the soldiers rallied around him and pressed ever forward. This was a struggle that would know in the annals of history for thousands of years to come.

The real engagement began shortly after the initial attack though. The man who would later go known as the Eternal Master fought his way through his fallen original guards that had hidden in a cave in the centre of attention of a large hatful not far from the battle that raged on outside. Not often would be known of this battle, but it served as the biggest present moment in history. Pupil against master. Good against evil. It would all be decided in those dour caves hidden away from view.

The key battle raged for six hours, neither mage able to get the upper hand. Roku had become exhausted, all his sweat now just trying to stave off the killing shock as the muscular magic entity pressed him gruelling. But he had still yet to use his final move ; the one that would end it all veracious then and there. If there was ever a moment to use it, it was now. And Roku knew it. He could feel it trench in his soul. All his long hr studying, training, and secrecy had come down to this one moment.

No one would ever get laid just what happened to end the war. They just knew that one second the monumental battle in the valley was raging hard, and the adjacent it was over. Everyone who had been corrupted by the powerful magic that emanated from the monsters body suddenly dropped to the blood soaked priming dead. It was as simple and enigmatic as that. After xxx long years of near revelatory and catastrophic destruction, the war was over.

Prince Cymru would later speculation to the cave where the real battle had taken post, hoping to recover his protagonist there waiting for him. When he entered the last bedroom though, he was stunned by what he saw. A monolithic and almost mirror like surface sat on the early side, one with the cave paries and a powerful and evilness magic radiating from it. Besides this strange sight there was zilch else that caught the overwrought prince 's eye. Until he turned to leave and captivate tidy sum of something written on the wall near the entrance.

I kept my promise.

Four Christian Bible, that was all. It was written in charcoal and looked like it was a rush employment, most of the missive touching one another and poorly done. Prince Wales knew exactly what it meant though. Roku had been successful. He had disappeared, but he had done what needed to be done in order to bring peace .