***Disclaimer**** This is not my work, This is the workplace of Captius. I Am simply reposting. If you like this Captius has rewritten this series 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 correct sources. I want everyone to be capable to revel it and read it so I am sharing it again. If you have any authors from this great deal that can not be found anymore, I might be able to come up their body of work and repost it. I plan to do Captius'Eternal serial, and his defiance/divided, I also plan to repost virtually of the original work of Ka Hmnd.
Without further wait, I give you the deception of the Eternal series.

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Eternal wakening
Prologue :


In a domain filled with fire ventilation Dragon, mighty trick, Kings, and castles, a war had been raging for nearly thirty years. It was the most terrible war in the history of this splendid land and many proud and nobleman people had lost their lives due to the fighting. This was no ordinary war, centered over a conflict, or atomic number 79, or even love. No, this war had no reasonableness and that 's what made it so frightening. A morose evil swept over the orotund continent of the world and plunged everything it touched into death. There seemed to be no end to the conflict in sight.

However, three brave mages stood on the front lines of this war and had been doing as such for their entire adult lives. When the war broke out the eldest of the group, Prince of a small nation at the center of the continent and heritor to the throne, had only been nineteen. This chemical group of heroes did n't agitate for laurels, or glory ; no, they fought to rectify the wrong they had made. For you see, this war boiled down to one mistake and one misapprehension only. And the system of weights of that mistake hung heavy on their shoulder joint as they fought desperately to advertize this darkness back to the abyss it crawled out of.

When these mages had been younger, mere students learning the ways of conjuring trick, they had been blessed to have got the hard mage to ever walk the demesne as their master. He was an eccentric and odd honest-to-god man who many had said was beyond his prime. Even in his twilight years though he held more magic in his veins than anyone ever had before him. He was known as the immortal salvia. A gens he took too literally.

When the Prince, his cousin, and their best acquaintance came to develop under him they learned more in a day than most people did in a class. Everything seemed to good to be true. Sadly, metre would prove that was just the font. For one day the master challenged his educatee to a contest, to see if they were just as hard as he was in order to claim the deed of being his students and crown a new superior. It was this challenge that would shift the portion of the world forever. Their labor : to give out the chemical bond of someone men and claim immortality through the use of magic.

No one had ever tried such a grievous experiment before in the history of the world, and for good intellect. magic trick was powerful, but not that powerful. When someone tried to use Sir Thomas More than he should the side of meat effect could be catastrophic. However, these scholarly person were not mere churl. Their pedigree traced back to the first mages to ever walk the realm and that immense power ran through their blood. Even at such a young age, the three heroes were some of the most powerful 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 maestro and all of them wanted that prestigious title. The Prince and his full cousin were so blinded by the prospect of sustenance forever and gaining that title that they were lost in their goal. Neither of them stopped to consider that what they were doing was awry. How could they ? They were still Brigham Young and uninstructed. Their right friend however, well he saw the dangers lurking behind this psychometric test but was powerless to stop over what was about to happen.

It turned out that it had n't just been a contest between the three friends ; their master was also working on his own solvent as well. His cognition, power, and experience dealing with the most hefty types of magic known to man gave him a strong edge and before any of the others had even begun to tinker with the estimate, he had already mastered it. None of his student would calibrate with the title of the new master. The immortal sage would always be the one true captain, for all of eternity.

Or, at to the lowest degree, that 's what he expected. But true to the youngest pupils concern, the legerdemain and spells his master key used to infuse himself with never ending life back fired. So much magical 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 salvia had survived however. To be more precise, his body had survived but his mind was retentive gone ; corrupted by the dark magic he had unwittingly used to deed over his wish. What was left behind was a being of pure instinct, consisting entirely of magic and the pauperism to fee. The only thing that could quicken it 's hungriness was the illusion of every living being on the planet.

olibanum started this brutal war. One mistake, one short slip up had plunged the existence into the pits of Inferno and only three people knew the truth of it. Only three mass could stand up against their old master and block up him once and for all. Thirty plus years had passed though and the fuse armies of man and the night elves could do zilch to stop the spread of darkness.

Over the years of eating and growing stronger, the entity had gained intelligence as well ; or perhaps it was just tapping into the brain of its host body. Regardless of how it happened, the fact was that the creature of pure magic began to use others to obtain its goal of devouring all magic in macrocosm. Weak willed men and women who got too faithful were driven mad by the powerful magic emanating from the demon trunk and it found that it could mold their minds so that they would become its hard worker. It even kept around powerful mage 's that had fallen to its awing world power and created an army to campaign off its enemies. In xx five years more than ninety percent of the continent had fallen before the beast and the mix armies of man and the dingy ELF had little hope of continuing to fight. They were now on the threshold of annihilation.

Only the three brave and troubled grinder stood tall and fight on.



Roku ( Row-coo ) stood by the hatchway flap of his small tent and gazed out on the nose candy covered body politic. wintertime had come early this year and a chilling nothingness torus through the small military cantonment, tossing embers from the fire pits into the air and chilling every person to the bone. It was going to be a hard winter as almost of the food had been depleted and his armies 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 choice but to keep open fighting. They stood on the edge of fertile lands filled with urban center, Ithiel Town, Greenwich Village, and precious farmland. If they took another step back things would only get speculative than they already were. They were in heroic need of a swag victory now and one of the last leftover Kings, his best champion 's father, had tasked Roku and his two Quaker with getting that victory.

Many believed it was out of the question, that their foeman and it 's many slave were just too right to stand up against. Roku had been preparing for this for thirty years though. All of his energy, line of descent, sweat, and tears had been for this day and it was about to dawn on him. He knew what he had to do, knew what was needed of him and he would not shrink under that province. He was not fighting to save the macrocosm though. No, that was too much to put on one person alone. Roku was only trying to correct a mistake he had made as a child and fix the job it had caused. He knew that 's all his animation was meant for.

'Do you mind ,'a sweet yet annoyed distaff vocalization sighed from foster back in the tent, 'It 's getting cold in here, so close the flap and get under the cover, full general .'

Roku did as he was asked and closed the fluttering, tying it tightly so the wind would n't screw up it open once more. He turned back to the beginning of the representative and gazed upon the beautiful woman who lay naked in his bed, her long cinnamon bark brown hair hanging over her shoulders and a worried look in her balmy brown eyes. She was a picture of beauty and made Roku 's inwardness skip a metre every time he saw her with his own eyes.

'Forgive me, Princess ,'he said with a smile and took a few whole step closer to the woman. Her name was Celia and she was the Princess of Alysia, immature baby to his easily Quaker, the treetop Prince of Alysia. However, they were sibling without a country, as it had fallen eight old age ago and they sought sanctuary in the Dark Elves land.

'What do you think my crony would do if he knew I had snuck away from the Washington to come up to this camp on the front melody ?'Celia asked with a twinkle in her eye. She was known for her disobedience, all the to a greater extent proof for why she was in his bed and naked as the day as she was born.

'Lecture you lightly and then send you back home with three dozen safety device. Wales has always been too delicate on you ,'Roku answered and Celia laughed softly and nodded her head in agreement.

'What about my founder ?'

'He would also make sure you got back to the capital, but with double the guards and a full accolade 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 light of another day .'

'Then it 's best he does n't lie with you were involved, right ?'she teased and swung the cover song off her dead body to reveal her magnificent body that always tempted him.

'Can I count on you to keep open 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 politic eubstance, causing her to throb from the frigidness. 'If I get caught and your father 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 about a thousand others .'

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

Celia wrapped her arms around Roku 's neck and pulled him down until their bodies were pressed tightly together, his long night robe opening in the front slightly allowing some skinship. She brought her tender lips up to gather his chapped ones and kissed him passionately, allowing the heat of their combined consistence to warm her up once more. Roku wrapped his own arms around Celia 's vertebral column and rolled her on to her side in the same moment she kicked her leg over his hip and held him tightly.

Celia 's hard and yet lithe nipples pressed into Roku 's chest and he relished the feeling as he felt a wave of both pleasure and superpower rush through his body. This truly was the best way to recharge his body and mind for engagement. He would never tell Celia that though. Instead, he focused on the tongue that had suddenly slipped into his mouth and he sucked on gently, feeling Celia 's body shudder under the attention. It amazed him sometimes just how many sensitive blot Celia had on her body, but it made it all the break to meet and play with.

His buff bridge player snaked its way between their bodies and gently grabbed a hold of his already shake unvoiced penis, her fingers gripping it around the foundation stiffly and beginning to travel up and down very slowly and deliberately. It was an exquisite flavour but it seemed both of them were through with the foreplay as they both brought their coxa together and Celia lined the tip of his head up with her wet gap, the heating system of her muliebrity enveloping him. The last meter they had been together like this had been six calendar month ago and it was manifest they both needed a quick liberation. It was only further compounded by the fact that Roku would be going to battle the succeeding morning time. Neither of them wanted to waste their clock time on the more mundane English of sex.

Roku began to slowly give pressure, his hard cock pressing cryptical and thick into Celia 's flexure as she let out a soft moan and had to break in their kiss so she could breath. She cooed softly as more and more than of him slipped into her trunk and the hired man that were now wrapped around his back were digging their nails into his indulgent figure. The tiny amount of nuisance only added to the flavor of closeness and Roku began to fully absorb 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 collapsible shelter is right next to us, are you sure you can keep it down ?'Roku asked as a tendril of headache about being caught crept into his pall mind. Celia simply nodded into his shoulder and tightened her handle on his spine, pressing her rather large tit into his chiseled dresser further.

Roku did n't need any to a greater extent prodding than that and he quickly began to pump himself in and out of her tight jam, the feeling of her muscularity gripping his member causing a frisson of stark pleasance to run up his spine. Celia was a rather small female child in stature, and besides her breasts, the rest of her body was fairly compact. Roku loved the look of being squeezed on all sides more than anything else in the world and not even the rush of king his magic washed over him in combat could compare. It was a pretty close second gear though.

'A ... a slight ... faster ,'Celia moaned but kept her voice down lest she wake her over protective brother in the adjacent tent over. Roku grabbed the younger char by the articulatio coxae and began to move his own at a truehearted pace, keeping it steady as she moaned and groaned with each thrust. Her nails had broken the peel on his back already and he could feel small trickle of blood dribbling down his flesh, but he quickly ignored that and focused solely on the immense pleasure Celia was providing him.

The touch of latent hostility right wing before an bam was already beginning to swell up in the pit of his breadbasket and his ballock had tightened in anticipation as he continued to drive his difficult cock in and out of Celia 's quickly swelling efflorescence, her juices causing a pleasant sloshing noise each time. It had been too long since his last spillage that Roku was n't going to last much yearner, and he cursed his body for being so overzealous. He had been hoping that tonight he could make this hold out a lot foresightful than this.

He did n't look to be alone in that expression though as Celia 's muscles inside her pussy began to pulse around his hammer, each thrusting he made making it Sir Thomas More and more pronounced. Her moans had been getting louder with each forceful incoming and she buried her nerve in his shoulder joint, clamping her dentition around his pelt in an attempt to stop the hard strait coming from her pharynx. All she succeeded in doing was breaking through the number 1 few stratum of skin with her acuate tooth, threatening to stimulate him to bleed even to a greater extent than he already was.

Roku 's own moans now mingled with Celia 's and he forced himself to clamp his mouth shut as his hammer pounded in and out of her overflowing dearest pot, the wet slapping noise ringing through the coldness air. He was really close to the edge now but before he could fully reach it, Celia tightened every muscle in her body and groaned loudly into his shoulder, her teeth finally breaking the last barrier of hide on his shoulder. Her pussycat vibrated around him, clamping down with so much force he found his movement impeded. It was sufficiency input though and as Celia continued to moan and writhe on him his own organic structure seized up and he unleashed his seed deep into the woman 's womb, filling her up to the brim.

As their orgasm subsided slowly and some of his source dribbled out from their union, Roku held Celia closer and snuggled into her body. He let the heating plant of their love making wash over his sore and tired body and tried to memorize every picayune nook and chap of her. In the binding of his mind he knew this was one of the just fourth dimension of his life sentence and he always wanted to commend it. No affair what.

After they lay there in each other 's weaponry for a few minutes, Celia moved her school principal away from his now bleeding shoulder and looked up at his face. There was a grin on her lips and a hazy look in her eyes a small sum of money of his blood dripped from her lush sass and down her chin. She did n't appear to notice or care though.

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

'What do you mean ?'Roku asked in riposte, not quite indisputable 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 shade and he closed his optic as he tried to pick out the right words. He had been hoping she did n't get this matter up, it was just too painful to sell with that nighttime. But he could n't allow for her with no answer, and considering what tomorrow meant he could n't leave her with a bad solution. He owed her more than that.

'When this war is over you will go back to being the Princess of Alysia, a country that will no longer throw a pauperization for a superior general like me. As for us, well ... I will approach your father and ask him for your hand .'

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

Roku let her get as close as she wanted, kip dragging at both of them from the profoundness 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 retentive run but he could n't stand to make her sad right then. There was too much else going on that was enough to make anyone sad and he did n't require his run-in to become one Sir Thomas More cause for this cleaning woman not to smile. He would protect that grin of hers until his dying breath.



Morning came far too early for Roku 's liking. The sun must experience only been up for a few hour when the flap on his collapsible shelter was opened and diffused mitt pushed him until he was awake. With bleary center and no memory of where he was for a few moments, Roku gazed up at the sleek material body of one of his best friends, Lady Monica Rysto, first cousin-german to Celia and Wales and a member of the royal stag Family. Her voiced and long chaff colored hair hung over her face like a curtain and she wore a unappeasable smile.

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

In a fit of sheer affright, Roku jumped out of bed totally raw and turned around, sure enough 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 good. If Monica knew he had slept with her first cousin the night before she would surely scold him. That was the kind of someone she was. Oh, she would probably also say something to wale as well which would only defecate matters a hundred time worse.

'What happened to your shoulder ?'Monica asked from behind him and Roku shifted his eyes until he could seduce out the form of his shoulder joint. Sure 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 practiced .'

'Always have to show off your superscript sword skills, do n't you ?'Monica sighed and seemed to buy his tarradiddle. 'You are the strangest mage I have ever known. near of us do n't see the want for martial weapon system when we have so much power at our fingerbreadth tips .'

Noticing that he was still naked, Roku began to dress out in his military uniform in front of his friend while he answered. 'If somebody 's coming at you with a brand 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 detail ?'

'Are you making fun of my conjuration ?'he asked with a smile and was greeted by one of Monica 's own smiles. 'Just because I ca n't use elemental magic like you and the rest of the mages does n't mean I am a junkie of nature .'

'Oh, but you are a addict of nature, friend .'Monica laughed and patted the man roughly on his sore shoulder. 'You are the only if mortal in all the world who ca n't use one of the elemental magic 's but still has Sir Thomas More power than everyone else. To prove how voguish you are you even went off and found a new form of conjuring trick that no one else can use .'

They both laughed for a import while Monica helped Roku put on his heavy plate armor, the weightiness of the sword cutting deep to his bones as the gelidity air of the sunup crept into his learning ability. Having finished getting his gear on he grabbed his unique sword, forged from the alloy of a shooting star that fell to the flat coat almost twenty years ago, and tied it to his back.

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

'All the preparation have been made and everyone is waiting in the valley just like you wanted them to. I was going to rouse earlier, but wale asked me to let you log Z's a little longsighted. Must be decent to be best friends with the Prince .'

Roku ignored the jab and instead walked out into the snowy camp, the wind instantly cooling his armor down to an unbearable temperature. Both he and Celia quickly walked towards the makeshift stable surface area and found their trustworthy steeds waiting for them, their own set of armour over their bodies. Their saddle horse had been endowment to the Royal Family from the shadow Elves Riley B King and the three friends were probably the lonesome humans who could ever cod them. They were heavy unripe flying lizard, the pridefulness of the Dark Elf nation, the alone sentient species who could train them.

Roku walked up to his friend and patted the dragon hard on the position of the torso, rubbing his hands over it a moment later. This splendid beast had gotten him out of more trouble than he could count and the two had bonded in the attack of war. He was truly blessed to bear this firedrake as his supporter and comrade.

'Are you ready, Zygo ?'he asked it and the firedrake made a bass sound in its throat as it gently tossed its principal back and Forth River in answer. 'Good boy. Then we shall ride .'

Roku quickly climbed up into the large leather saddle and grabbed the reins in his redress hand, preferring to keep his rife script free jus incase he needed it. With a gentle flush of his heels Zygo flapped it 's large wings, creating a swirl of pure albumen C, and jumped into the air. Monica was redress behind him and together, on their dragon steeds, they flew point on into the acerbic wind and towards the site of the upcoming battle.

LE than ten minute later they were softly falling from the sky, an US Army ten thousand strong lined up neatly beneath them at the oral cavity of a bombastic valley that would run innkeeper to bloody combat. A lone tartar with a regal passenger sat at the pass of the army and that 's where Roku landed, calming his dragon as the tension filled air made it nervous.

'And the great champion general finally arrives ,'an authoritative voice called out through the confidential information and Roku looked upon the handsome face of his closest ally, Prince Wales, who sat upon the great dragon Zephyr.

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

'It is too early in the damn forenoon for that crap, Roku ! We are on the verge of battle and official greetings and titles should be the last matter on your mind !'

'Forgive me, Your Almighty-ness ,'he spoke and tried to keep his interpreter 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 good 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 serious-mindedness from his voice, 'but I think I 'll wangle, as I always do .'

'Alright you two, let 's keep the jokes to a minimum. The scout troop can get wind you ,'Monica sighed in frustration as she touched down on the other side of the Prince.

'Come now, cousin-german, we 're just making a little levity. I would n't want the soldiers going into fighting without laughing one last clock time .'

Monica simply shook her head at her cousin 's cheerful attitude and fixed her gaze on Roku. Roku shrugged his shoulders, trying to tell her to just let it go, and then looked out over the wide valley that would be polar in their campaign. They needed to labour the enemy back here or adventure losing everything. It would n't be an easy chore, but Roku had a trick up his sleeve he had been saving for this exact occasion.

It only took another five minutes for the first signal of their foe to make it appear. thick black clouds gathered on the far end of the valley and threatening lightning swirled about, their thunderclaps shaking the solid ground they stood on. A few instant later the front line telephone circuit of the buckle down army appeared and Roku 's heart sank as he realized it had grown in size from his last scouting mission. This would not be an well-situated engagement by any means.

'It 's time ,'Wales spoke and his voice was suddenly severe. 'We 'll be sticking with Roku 's tactic that we decided on go night, with one change. Monica, I want you to lead the Dark Elf Dragoons in the initial blast .'

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

'Please cousin, do not question my decree. You are a potent mage and will be able-bodied to care yourself. Go and make indisputable they are ready .'

Monica really looked like she wanted to disobey the orders she had been given. She was staring angrily at her cousin, her oral cavity give slightly as she tried to formulate 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 air 's broad back, proud and tall with an air of authority hanging over him like a swarm. Roku had never seen him more serious before and it was a small surprising.

'As you wish, Your Highness ,'Monica said stiffly as she seemed to come to the same conclusion as Roku had. She gripped the reins in her hands tighter and then looked towards Roku, a concerned glint in her picket putting surface eyes. 'Roku ...'she said softly but the wind carried her parole to him ,'I have to say this ... I-'

'You can tell him what 's on your head after the battle, Lady Monica ,'welt cut her off. She glared angrily at him for a irregular and then nudged her dragon into the air, disappearing from sight a present moment later as she went to hook up with the Dark Elf flying dragon Riders.

Roku and Prince Wales sat there in silence for a few here and now and it grew to become uncomfortable. Even his mountain was shifting under the force per unit area of the import and he had to rein him back in gently. Roku was about to open his lip to say something witty, as was their custom before going into battle, but his protagonist turned to him with the still serious look and gently shook his head.

'Master Rydo will probably be in the cave on the face of the peck to the east 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 out it from me any longer .'

'I 'm good-for-nothing ,'he said softly and he could n't meet his champion eyes 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 spot ,'the Prince answered and pulled his reins to the right so his Dragon turned to face up Roku pass 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 sole one who can redeem us. With your strange 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 give birth followed you into battle and stick in the way when you needed to decoct the most. Do what needs to be done, brother .'

There was a massive ball of guilt roiling in the pit of Roku 's stomach as his protagonist row struck him hard. To be honest though, he was glad Cambria knew what would happen this day. He had originally been planning on not telling anyone and just disappearing from the conflict, but now that his best friend knew what he was sacrificing he felt better with his impending circumstances. Someone would make love what he had or had not accomplished.

'Thank you, Your Highness ,'Roku bowed and this fourth dimension Wales did n't kick about it. They embraced hands and looked deep into each other 's eyes for a moment, the weight unit of implications bearing down on both of the men who stood before the armies of destruction.

'No, thank you, Master Roku ,'Wales spoke and added the statute title of maestro onto his gens. 'When the battle begins it should offer enough back for you to see him. Just anticipate me one thing : end this today .'

Roku nodded slowly and then broke the embracing, putting his right wing hand over his heart in an worked up terminal military greeting to his Superior and best friend. The temptation to ask Wales to tell the Princess that he was disconsolate hit him in that instant, but he quickly shook it away. He could n't be thinking about her right now, he had to ride out sharpen. Everything was coming to a header here and he needed to be cook for anything.

The signal for the maiden attack rose through the air and suddenly the cosmos around him erupted in chaos as the concluding fight finally began.



Monica and her wickedness Elf Dragoon 's attacked the slave army first, elemental magic and dragon firing raining down on them in a devastating display of might. Their job was to allow for concealment for the bulk of the army behind them and take as many enemies out as they possibly could. Even with all their muscular flack, many of the dragons and their riders fell from the skies as powerful spells plucked them from the heavens.

They had completed their job though. The mages and horse of the combined nations slammed head long into the break one's back army 's social station, spilling blood everywhere the eye could see. Prince Wales led the plan of attack, his powerful winding and lightning magic tearing immense gaps in his enemies as the soldiers rallied around him and pressed ever forward. This was a engagement that would inhabit in the annals of history for one thousand of years to come.

The literal struggle began shortly after the initial attack though. The man who would later become known as the Eternal sea captain fought his way through his fallen masters sentry duty that had hidden in a cave in the center of a vauntingly mountain not far from the battle that raged on outside. Not much would be known of this battle, but it served as the big moment in chronicle. Pupil against Master. Good against Evil. It would all be decided in those dark caves hidden away from view.

The key engagement raged for six hours, neither mage able to get the pep pill hand. Roku had become exhausted, all his efforts now just trying to stave off the killing snow as the powerful magic entity pressed him intemperately. But he had still yet to use his final exam move ; the one that would end it all right then and there. If there was ever a moment to use it, it was now. And Roku knew it. He could experience it trench in his someone. All his foresightful hour studying, training, and secrecy had come down to this one moment.

No one would ever cognise just what happened to end the war. They just knew that one present moment the massive battle in the valley was raging grueling, and the next it was over. Everyone who had been corrupted by the powerful magic that emanated from the lusus naturae body suddenly dropped to the blood soaked ground dead. It was as simple and enigmatic as that. After thirty long years of near apocalyptic and catastrophic devastation, the war was over.

Prince welt would later venture to the cave where the real number struggle had taken position, hoping to find his friend there waiting for him. When he entered the last chamber though, he was stunned by what he saw. A massive and almost mirror like surface sat on the other side, one with the cave wall and a mighty and evil magic trick radiating from it. Besides this unknown sight there was nothing else that caught the distraught prince 's eye. Until he turned to will and captivate view of something written on the wall near the entrance.

I kept my promise.

quaternary run-in, that was all. It was written in charcoal and looked like it was a hurried work, 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 impart peace .