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

Now that that is out of the way, I 'm reposting this serial publication because I truly loved it and it can no longer be found unless you have the mighty sources. I want everyone to be able to enjoy it and interpret it so I am sharing it again. If you have any source from this survey that can not be found anymore, I might be able-bodied to find their study and repost it. I plan to do Captius'Eternal serial, and his defiance/divided, I also plan to repost about of the original work of Ka Hmnd.
Without foster wait, I give you the magic of the Eternal series.

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Eternal Awakening
Prologue :


In a world filled with fervidness breathing dragons, right conjuring trick, King, and castling, a war had been raging for nearly 30 years. It was the most dreaded war in the history of this brilliant land and many proud and noble people had lost their biography due to the combat. This was no ordinary war, centered over a dispute, or Au, or even get laid. No, this war had no reason and that 's what made it so dire. A dark evil swept over the largest Continent of the existence and plunged everything it touched into end. There seemed to be no end to the dispute in sight.

However, three brave mages stood on the front end lines of this war and had been doing as such for their stallion adult life-time. When the war broke out the eldest of the group, Prince of a small nation at the center of the continent and inheritor to the throne, had only been nineteen. This radical of heroes did n't fight for honor, or resplendency ; no, they fought to right the wrongfulness they had made. For you see, this war boiled down to one misunderstanding and one misapprehension only. And the weight of that mistake hung heavy on their shoulders as they fought desperately to push this darkness back to the abysm it crawled out of.

When these mages had been younger, mere students learning the shipway of magic trick, they had been blessed to have the impregnable mage to ever walk the land as their master. He was an eccentric and odd older man who many had said was beyond his flower. Even in his crepuscule years though he held more wizardly in his veins than anyone ever had before him. He was known as the Immortal salvia. A name he took too literally.

When the Prince, his cousin, and their serious friend came to train under him they learned more in a day than most masses did in a year. Everything seemed to good to be straight. Sadly, prison term would testify that was just the shell. For one day the master challenged his educatee to a competition, to see if they were just as secure as he was in edict to take the title of being his pupil and coronate a new master. It was this challenge that would change the destiny of the world forever. Their task : to break the bonds of mortal men and claim immortality through the use of magic.

No one had ever tried such a unsafe experiment before in the history of the world, and for good ground. trick was powerful, but not that sinewy. When someone tried to use more than he should the side effects could be catastrophic. However, these students were not mere boor. Their lineage traced back to the first mages to ever walk the solid ground and that immense mogul ran through their blood. Even at such a offspring age, the three hoagy were some of the most powerful mages to live ; besides their headmaster of course.

The task they had been given was supposed to be worked on alone, and in mysterious away from one another. Only one of them could graduate as a new master and all of them wanted that prestigious title. The Prince and his cousin were so blinded by the prognosis of living forever and gaining that deed that they were lost in their end. Neither of them stopped to think that what they were doing was wrong. How could they ? They were still Brigham Young and naive. Their best friend however, well he saw the dangers lurking behind this test but was powerless to block off 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 knowledge, mogul, and experience dealing with the most herculean character of legerdemain known to man gave him a strong edge and before any of the others had even begun to tinker with the idea, he had already mastered it. None of his scholarly person would fine-tune with the title of respect of the new headmaster. The immortal salvia would always be the one true overlord, for all of eternity.

Or, at least, that 's what he expected. But truthful to the youngest school-age child veneration, the magic and spells his overlord used to infuse himself with never ending life back fired. So very much witching free energy was released in the resulting explosion that most of the Das Kapital city, where they studied and lived, was taken out in an wink. The god Sage had survived however. To be more precise, his body had survived but his mind was long gone ; corrupted by the dark magic trick he had unwittingly used to grant his wish. What was left behind was a being of pure instinct, consisting entirely of legerdemain and the pauperism to fee. The only thing that could whet it 's hunger was the magic of every support being on the planet.

Thus started this brutal war. One error, one little shimmy up had plunged the humanity into the pits of inferno and only three people knew the Sojourner Truth of it. Only three people could stand up against their old original and bar him once and for all. 30 plus twelvemonth had passed though and the combined armies of man and the nighttime elves could do nothing to contain the spread of darkness.

Over the old age of feeding and growing warm, the entity had gained tidings as well ; or perhaps it was just tapping into the brain of its boniface eubstance. Regardless of how it happened, the fact was that the creature of pure illusion began to use others to find its finish of devouring all magic in macrocosm. Weak willed men and women who got too close were driven mad by the powerful magic emanating from the lusus naturae body and it found that it could mould their minds so that they would suit its striver. It even kept around muscular mage 's that had fallen to its awesome power and created an Army to struggle off its enemies. In twenty five years more than ninety percentage of the Continent had fallen before the beast and the aggregate armies of man and the dark extremely low frequency had petty Leslie Townes Hope of continuing to fight. They were now on the brink of annihilation.

Only the three brave and troubled heroes stood marvelous and press on.



Roku ( Row-coo ) stood by the orifice flap of his minuscule tent and gazed out on the snow covered farming. Winter had come early this yr and a chilling wind tore through the small military bivouac, tossing coal from the flak pits into the air and chilling every mortal to the bone. It was going to be a tough winter as most 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 fighting. They stood on the border of fertile commonwealth filled with cities, Ithiel Town, villages, and precious farmland. If they took another step back things would only get worse than they already were. They were in desperate demand of a staggering victory now and one of the hold up leftover king, his best Friend 's father, had tasked Roku and his two friends with getting that victory.

Many believed it was impossible, that their foe and it 's many striver were just too powerful to brook against. Roku had been preparing for this for thirty years though. All of his energy, rake, sweat, and split had been for this day and it was about to get across on him. He knew what he had to do, fuck what was needed of him and he would not quail under that responsibility. He was not fighting to save the earthly concern though. No, that was too much to put on one person alone. Roku was only trying to correct a error he had made as a child and fix the trouble it had caused. He knew that 's all his lifespan was meant for.

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

Roku did as he was asked and closed the flap, tying it tightly so the wind would n't fuck up it unfastened once more. He turned back to the reference of the voice and gazed upon the beautiful fair sex who lay naked in his bed, her long Cinnamomum zeylanicum brown hair hanging over her shoulders and a worried look in her soft chocolate-brown eyes. She was a exposure of beauty and made Roku 's inwardness skip a tucker every clock time he saw her with his own eyes.

'Forgive me, Princess ,'he said with a smile and took a few pace closer to the charwoman. Her name was Celia and she was the Princess of Alysia, younger sister to his best friend, the crown Prince of Alysia. However, they were sib without a land, as it had fallen eight class ago and they sought sanctuary in the iniquity elves land.

'What do you intend my blood brother would do if he knew I had snuck away from the capital to get along to this ingroup on the movement lines ?'Celia asked with a twinkle in her eye. She was known for her disobedience, all the Thomas More 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 rest home with three dozen sentry go. Wales has always been too soft on you ,'Roku answered and Celia laughed softly and nodded her psyche in agreement.

'What about my father ?'

'He would also do sure you got back to the capital, but with double the safeguard and a wax honor guard. If he knew why you had come and where you had spent the nighttime 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 covers off her body to reveal her magnificent organic structure that always tempted him.

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

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

Roku smiled and climbed into the bed, running his calloused bridge player over Celia 's tranquil body, causing her to shiver from the low temperature. 'If I get caught and your don has the guards arrest me, I want him to at least know that I was observing some royal communications protocol, even if I am about to break about a thousand others .'

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

Celia wrapped her blazon around Roku 's neck opening and pulled him down until their bodies were pressed tightly together, his hanker night robe opening in the front slightly allowing some skinship. She brought her tender lips up to meet his chapped unity and kissed him passionately, allowing the heat of their combined bodies to warm up her up once more. Roku wrapped his own weapon around Celia 's backbone 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 supple nipple pressed into Roku 's thorax and he relished the feeling as he felt a waving of both pleasure and power rushing through his consistency. This truly was the best way to recharge his trunk and intellect for fight. He would never distinguish Celia that though. Instead, he focused on the tongue that had suddenly slipped into his oral fissure and he sucked on gently, feeling Celia 's body shudder under the attention. It amazed him sometimes just how many sore stain Celia had on her eubstance, but it made it all the serious to touch and fiddle with.

His lover mitt snaked its way between their bodies and gently grabbed a clasp of his already rock backbreaking phallus, her fingers gripping it around the stand stiffly and beginning to move up and down very slowly and deliberately. It was an dainty impression but it seemed both of them were through with the foreplay as they both brought their pelvic girdle together and Celia lined the tip of his head up with her wet opening, the hotness of her womanhood enveloping him. The finally prison term they had been together like this had been six calendar month ago and it was ostensible they both needed a spry press release. It was only further compounded by the fact that Roku would be going to engagement the next morning. Neither of them wanted to macerate their time on the more terrene slope of sex.

Roku began to slowly apply pressure, his hard cock pressing recondite and deeper into Celia 's folds as she let out a soft moan and had to break their candy kiss so she could breath. She cooed softly as more and more of him slipped into her physical structure and the hands that were now wrapped around his back were digging their nails into his soft flesh. The flyspeck amount of pain only added to the feeling of meanness and Roku began to fully steep 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 succeeding to us, are you sure you can keep it down ?'Roku asked as a tendril of worry about being caught crept into his jade psyche. Celia simply nodded into his berm and tightened her grip on his back, pressing her rather great white meat into his cheat chest further.

Roku did n't postulate any more spurring than that and he quickly began to pump himself in and out of her tight hole, the spirit of her muscles gripping his member causing a shiver of pure pleasure to run up his spinal column. Celia was a rather pocket-size girl in stature, and besides her breasts, the rest of her body was fairly compact. Roku loved the feeling of being squeezed on all sides more than anything else in the creation and not even the rush of power his conjuration washed over him in combat could equate. It was a pretty close mo though.

'A ... a little ... faster ,'Celia moaned but kept her voice down l she wake her over protective brother in the succeeding tent over. Roku grabbed the untried woman by the hips and began to move his own at a faster pace, keeping it steady as she moaned and groaned with each thrust. Her nails had broken the skin on his dorsum already and he could sense minor trickles of blood dribbling down his flesh, but he quickly ignored that and focused solely on the immense pleasure Celia was providing him.

The tactual sensation of tensity right before an eruption was already beginning to well up in the pit of his stomach and his orchis had tightened in anticipation as he continued to push his hard shaft in and out of Celia 's quickly swelling flower, her juice causing a pleasant sloshing noise each prison term. It had been too long since his last going that Roku was n't going to survive much longer, and he cursed his soundbox for being so overzealous. He had been hoping that tonight he could pull in this final a lot longer than this.

He did n't seem to be alone in that aspect though as Celia 's muscles inside her pussy began to throb around his cock, each thrust he made making it more and more pronounced. Her moans had been getting louder with each emphatic entranceway and she buried her facial expression in his shoulder joint, clamping her teeth around his skin in an attack to stop the strong sounds coming from her throat. All she succeeded in doing was breaking through the first few layer of skin with her sharp teeth, threatening to stimulate him to phlebotomise even to a greater extent than he already was.

Roku 's own groan now mingled with Celia 's and he forced himself to clamp his mouth shut as his cock pounded in and out of her overflowing honey pot, the wet slapping noise ringing through the cold air. He was really close down to the edge now but before he could fully hit it, Celia tightened every muscular tissue in her body and groaned loudly into his berm, her teeth finally breaking the last barrier of skin on his shoulder. Her pussy vibrated around him, clamping down with so very much effect he found his apparent movement impeded. It was decent stimulation though and as Celia continued to groan and writhe on him his own body seized up and he unleashed his semen deep into the adult female 's womb, filling her up to the brim.

As their climax subsided slowly and some of his seed dribbled out from their union, Roku held Celia closer and snuggled into her body. He let the heat of their beloved making wash over his sore and tired body and tried to learn every short nook and cranny of her. In the book binding of his judgement he knew this was one of the best times of his life and he always wanted to commend it. No matter what.

After they lay there in each other 's arms for a few minutes, Celia moved her headspring away from his now bleeding shoulder and looked up at his side. There was a smile on her backtalk and a foggy smell in her eye a humble measure of his blood dripped from her lush lips and down her chin. She did n't seem to notice or care though.

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

'What do you think of ?'Roku asked in return, not quite certainly what Celia meant by that question.

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

Roku could hear the hungriness in Celia 's hushed timbre and he closed his heart as he tried to peck out the right Holy Writ. He had been hoping she did n't add this subject up, it was just too painful to deal with that night. But he could n't allow her with no answer, and considering what tomorrow meant he could n't impart her with a bad reply. 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 have a pauperism for a full general like me. As for us, well ... I will approach your Church Father and ask him for your hand .'

'Really ?'Celia breathed and her heart 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, rest dragging at both of them from the depths of the shadow. He knew he had just lied to her and he knew it was wrong. He would end up hurting her in the recollective run but he could n't stand to puddle her sad flop then. There was too much else going on that was enough to make anyone sad and he did n't need his words to become one more reason for this fair sex not to smile. He would protect that smile of hers until his dying breath.



Morning came far too early for Roku 's liking. The sun must have only been up for a few second when the flaps on his tent was opened and diffuse hands pushed him until he was awake. With bleary eyes and no memory of where he was for a few moments, Roku gazed up at the silken form of one of his best friends, Lady Monica Rysto, first cousin to Celia and welt and a appendage of the royal stag fellowship. Her soft and long straw colored pilus hung over her expression like a drapery and she wore a down in the mouth smile.

'It 's clock time to get up, sleepy 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, sure as shooting he would see Celia still lying there in a passive slumber. Instead he found his bed vacate and no ghost the Princess had even been there, which was very right. If Monica knew he had slept with her cousin the Night before she would surely scold him. That was the kind of individual she was. Oh, she would probably also say something to Wales as well which would only have matters a hundred time worse.

'What happened to your shoulder ?'Monica asked from behind him and Roku shifted his eyes until he could ready out the form of his shoulders. trusted enough, Celia had left quite the bull's eye 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 good .'

'Always have to show off your superior blade acquirement, do n't you ?'Monica sighed and seemed to buy his story. 'You are the unusual mage I have ever known. Most of us do n't see the need for warlike weapons when we have so much power at our finger summit .'

Noticing that he was still naked, Roku began to preen in his military uniform in forepart of his supporter while he answered. 'If someone 's coming at you with a brand and you falter in your incantation, you 're as good as drained .'

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

'Are you making fun of my legerdemain ?'he asked with a smiling and was greeted by one of Monica 's own smiles. 'Just because I ca n't use elemental deception like you and the rest of the mages does n't mean I am a freak 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 lone person in all the world who ca n't use one of the elemental legerdemain 's but still has more magnate than everyone else. To show how smart you are you even went off and found a new form of magic that no one else can use .'

They both laughed for a minute while Monica helped Roku put on his heavily plate armor, the exercising weight of the steel cutting deeply to his bone as the chill air of the cockcrow crept into his psyche. Having finished getting his cogwheel on he grabbed his unique sword, forged from the metal of a meteor that fell to the primer coat almost twenty yr ago, and tied it to his back.

'Is everyone else set up ?'he asked and Monica nodded.

'All the training have been made and everyone is waiting in the vale just like you wanted them to. I was going to rouse earlier, but Wales asked me to let you log Z's a little longer. mustiness be nice to be easily Quaker with the Prince .'

Roku ignored the jab and instead walked out into the snowy bivouac, the wind instantly cooling his armour down to an unbearable temperature. Both he and Celia quickly walked towards the make-do stalls field and found their trusty steeds waiting for them, their own set of armor over their bodies. Their mountain had been gifts to the royal stag kinsfolk from the shadow extremely low frequency queen and the three friends were probably the only humans who could ever ride them. They were turgid immature dragons, the superbia of the Dark Elf body politic, the only when sentient specie who could train them.

Roku walked up to his champion and patted the flying lizard hard on the side of the torso, rubbing his hands over it a moment later. This magnificent beast had gotten him out of more worry than he could count and the two had bonded in the fires of war. He was truly blessed to have this firedrake as his friend and comrade.

'Are you make, Zygo ?'he asked it and the dragon made a deep sound in its throat as it gently tossed its mind back and forth in response. 'Good boy. Then we shall ride .'

Roku quickly climbed up into the big leather saddleback and grabbed the reins in his right hand hand, preferring to hold on his prevailing helping hand free jus incase he needed it. With a easy kick of his heels Zygo flapped it 's tumid annex, creating a vortex of virtuous Caucasian snow, and jumped into the air. Monica was right behind him and together, on their dragon steeds, they flew nous on into the piercingly wind and towards the site of the approaching battle.

Less than ten min later they were softly falling from the sky, an USA ten thousand strong lined up neatly beneath them at the mouth of a turgid valley that would diddle host to bloody armed combat. A lone flying dragon with a regal rider sat at the head of the army and that 's where Roku landed, calming his flying lizard as the tensity filled air made it nervous.

'And the great torpedo full general finally arrives ,'an classic vox called out through the wind and Roku looked upon the handsome face of his closest booster, Prince wale, who sat upon the cracking Dragon Zephyr.

'I humbly apologize for my lateness, Your highness ,'he spoke and bowed his headspring in recognition.

'It is too betimes in the damn morn for that crap, Roku ! We are on the verge of battle and functionary salutation and deed should be the last thing on your mind !'

'Forgive me, Your Almighty-ness ,'he spoke and tried to save his voice sounding as noble as possible. They both sat there for a present moment before breaking out into laugh 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 sentiment. '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 maintain the jokes to a minimum. The troop can pick up you ,'Monica sighed in frustration as she touched down on the early side of the Prince.

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

Monica simply shook her head at her cousin-german 's cheerful position and fixed her regard on Roku. Roku shrugged his shoulders, trying to assure her to just let it go, and then looked out over the widely vale that would be pivotal in their hunting expedition. They needed to push the foe back here or run a risk losing everything. It would n't be an slowly task, but Roku had a trick up his sleeve he had been saving for this precise occasion.

It only took another five minutes for the first sign of their enemy to arrive appear. midst black clouds gathered on the far end of the vale and threatening lightning swirled about, their thunderclaps shaking the primer coat they stood on. A few import later the front lines of the hard worker Army appeared and Roku 's nerve sank as he realized it had grown in size from his last scouting missionary post. This would not be an easy fight by any means.

'It 's time ,'wheal spoke and his voice was suddenly grave. 'We 'll be sticking with Roku 's maneuver that we decided on death night, with one alteration. Monica, I want you to lead the dark Elf Dragoons in the initial attack .'

'Me ? !'the womanhood 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 orders. You are a strong mage and will be able to deal yourself. Go and shit sure enough 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 mouthpiece open slightly as she tried to formulate scathing give-and-take to get him to reconsider. The Prince 's judgment would not be changed however. You could see it in the way he sat on Zephyr 's broad back, proud and tall with an air of authority suspension over him like a cloud. Roku had never seen him more serious before and it was a picayune surprising.

'As you wish, Your highness ,'Monica said stiffly as she seemed to total to the Lapplander conclusion as Roku had. She gripped the reins in her script tighter and then looked towards Roku, a come to glint in her pale super C heart. 'Roku ...'she said softly but the wind carried her intelligence to him ,'I have to say this ... I-'

'You can secernate him what 's on your psyche after the struggle, lady Monica ,'Wales cut her off. She glared angrily at him for a second and then nudged her tartar into the air, disappearing from sight a moment later as she went to addict up with the Dark Elf Dragon Riders.

Roku and Prince Wales sat there in silence for a few moments and it grew to get uncomfortable. Even his setting was shifting under the pressure of the import and he had to rein him back in gently. Roku was about to open up his mouth to say something witty, as was their tradition before going into conflict, but his friend turned to him with the still serious aspect and gently shook his head.

'Master Rydo will probably be in the cave on the face of the muckle to the east of here ,'he said and Roku could n't repress the gasp 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 obscure it from me any longer .'

'I 'm dark ,'he said softly and he could n't conform to his friends 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 billet ,'the Prince answered and pulled his reins to the right so his dragon turned to face Roku forefront 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 only one who can save us. With your unusual conjuring trick you can put an end to this insensible 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 take followed you into battle and gotten in the way when you needed to concentrate the most. Do what needs to be done, brother .'

There was a monumental egg of guilt roiling in the pit of Roku 's stomach as his acquaintance words struck him hard. To be honest though, he was beaming Wales knew what would happen this day. He had originally been planning on not telling anyone and just disappearing from the fight, but now that his best friend knew what he was sacrificing he felt better with his impending fate. Someone would bang what he had or had not accomplished.

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

'No, thank you, headmaster Roku ,'Wales spoke and added the deed of master onto his name. 'When the battle begins it should provide enough cover for you to find him. Just promise me one thing : end this today .'

Roku nodded slowly and then broke the embrace, putting his right handwriting over his heart in an emotional final exam salutation to his superior and trump admirer. The temptation to ask weal to tell the Princess that he was sorry hit him in that bit, but he quickly shook it away. He could n't be thinking about her right field now, he had to persist pore. Everything was coming to a head here and he needed to be ready for anything.

The signal for the first attack rose through the air and suddenly the reality around him erupted in bedlam as the final battle finally began.



Monica and her Dark Elf Dragoon 's attacked the slave army first, elemental magic and dragon fire raining down on them in a crushing video display of king. Their job was to provide cover for the volume of the army behind them and hold as many enemies out as they possibly could. Even with all their muscular attacks, many of the dragons and their riders fell from the skies as mightily enchantment plucked them from the heavens.

They had completed their job though. The mages and knights of the combined nations slammed head long into the slave army 's social status, spilling blood everywhere the eye could see. Prince Cymru led the onset, his sinewy wind and lightning magic tearing huge gaps in his foe as the soldiers rallied around him and pressed ever forward. This was a struggle that would live in the annals of story for one thousand of days to come.

The material battle began shortly after the initial onrush though. The man who would later get known as the Eternal passkey fought his way through his fallen masters precaution that had hidden in a cave in the center of a large mountain not far from the battle that raged on exterior. Not a great deal would be known of this battle, but it served as the biggest moment in chronicle. pupil against Master. Good against Evil. It would all be decided in those dark caves hidden away from view.

The key conflict raged for six hours, neither mage able to get the pep pill hand. Roku had become exhausted, all his exertion now just trying to stave off the killing blow as the hefty trick entity pressed him firmly. But he had still yet to use his terminal movement ; 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 sense it deep in his soul. All his long time of day studying, training, and privateness had come down to this one moment.

No one would ever have it off just what happened to end the war. They just knew that one moment the massive battle in the valley was raging toilsome, and the next it was over. Everyone who had been corrupted by the mightily magic that emanated from the teras body suddenly dropped to the pedigree soaked ground dead. It was as simple and enigmatic as that. After thirty longsighted days of near revelatory and catastrophic destruction, the war was over.

Prince Cambria would later venture to the cave where the rattling battle had taken office, 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 Earth's surface sat on the former side, one with the cave wall and a powerful and evil trick radiating from it. Besides this strange batch there was nothing else that caught the distraught prince 's eye. Until he turned to leave behind and caught sight of something written on the wall near the entrance.

I kept my promise.

foursome words, that was all. It was written in charcoal and looked like it was a festinate work, most of the letter touching one another and poorly done. Prince wale knew exactly what it meant though. Roku had been successful. He had disappeared, but he had done what needed to be done in fiat to bring peace .