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The forests were pure and full of life. The time of the elves was at it's prime. The skies mirrored the ocean in it's beauty. The trees grew tall and bred forms unlike any that the elves had seen before. Sunlight pierced the blanket of the high tree leaves and down to the forest's surface where the young elven warrior lay. Gadrick Atilius Knight. Mightiest of the warriors in all the land and protector of the throne. The captain of the royal guard and the rage of the battlefield. His fitted armor clung perfectly to his body around every curve of muscle. His armor was forged with the finest ore and by the finest smiths in the land. It was made to be light and sturdy thanks to a few Sage's magic spells. The sword that he drew from his sheath was from his own country, forged by the elven smiths of the king himself with runes of divine arts. 'Twas an honor receiving such a royal gift from the king himself and though it wasn't his initial weapon of choice, it was definitely useful in battle with all it's might. "Captain. A wave of dark elves has been spotted at the southern border. They've already killed three of our men." was all the elf heard before standing and scanning the surrounding area. Then suddenly, the horn of the Nathahla sounded to signal that outsiders had breached the city limits. How the enemy managed to get so far into the city limits eluded him but he would let them go no further. White electricity began to crackle around his body before a lightning bolt, thicker than the trees crashed down at his left, leaving a dragon in it's place. Gahldur was his name. A dragon of many elements with a shapeshifting ability that would only allow him to take the form of other types of dragons. These types of beasts were called nainarem. Nainarem came in the form of any beast with abilities that range from elemental control, could be either small or gigantic in stature and even have abilities over time and space to a certain extent. The abilities of the nainarem are almost limitless and the fact that they were bound to elves and not men or dwarves made them dangerous. But the deities themselves had a war of their own with one even dying by the hands of the others. His final act being that the dark elves would also obtain their own nainarem to secure their balance of strength against the elves and keep them as a threat and that all elves that are born would have a dark elf contrast born as a result of an elf's birth to have the age of dark elves never end until all were all destroyed.

This act made war for the elves and dark elves. And with the demon's love for blood. They would aide the dark elves in destroying the elves for their own ambitions. Gadrick mounted his nainarem and watched as his subordinates summoned theirs before taking to the skies. In a matter of minutes, they were at the battle sight. These were no average dark elves and their nainarem were nothing to sniff at. There were seventy-five on a quick count but only ten that were notably powerful. The largest of the group. Clad on in black armor wielding a large mace with his nainarem being a large bear that had power over earth. The second was a somewhat small dark elf cloaked in darkness with his long bow firing at the elves, riding on the back of a rather large chameleon who could not only disappear but teleport. Three scantly armored women with large axes shared one nainarem through dark magic fusion to create a flaming three headed dog that rammed through elven forces and burned the trees. Gadrick saw the last three flying above on a griffin, hawk and an eagle with nothing more than a light chain mail and leather armor shielding them as they shot arrows down at the city. The young captain threw an arm forward, signaling his squad to advance. He scattered his squad, sending them off to tackle the enemy in the skies to usurp the high ground before leaping from his dragon and down into the battlefield. White electricity began to crackle around his body once more though it was much more intense than the energy he released for his dragon's summoning. Gadrick unsheathed his blade, flipped down to the surface and jammed his blade into the ground in his knelt position with both hands on the hilt. Upon impact, the white lightning shot out in around him in the form of a massive wave, killing those closest while discombobulating the the others. After the shock wave petered out, he rose to stand upright while pulling his blade from the ground before looking around at the enemy that surrounded him. Most wouldn't notice exactly how tall he was until standing close to him. But in the crowd of dark elves he was above most at 6:2 230 pounds. Not a bad build for anyone, which by consequence his bodily structure along with his undeniably handsome features made him a target of affection.

"Tell me... Which one of you is ready to die?..." There was a long pause with the dark elves staring at him with weapons raised while casting quick glances at each other. Then suddenly, demons began to rise from the ground, first taking the forms of humans before transforming into their beastly forms. They were quite repulsive to say the least. The beasts loomed over him and stepped to him slowly but the young captain did not sway. He smiled at the odds, showing his sharp canines as his emerald eyes locked onto his first target. Clouds began to blot out the skies above, raging with electricity as the elf's right palm kissed the sky. But due to his lack of insight, this attracted more demons to the battlegrounds. But Gadrick would waste no time. Swiping his hand down, he sent thick bolts of white lightning down upon the dark elves and demons and watched as his squad hid behind the lightning trikes and attacked at the most opportune moments. He saw their numbers diminish but the lightning strikes had taken a lot out of him. His breathing grew heavy and the lightning strikes stopped. More dark elves had survived than he expected though the demons were nearly defeated. He fell on his left knee and attempted to catch his breath as the enemy approached around him but before they could touch him, a white figure crashed down over him. Debris and white flame surrounded elf before being blown away by massive white wings. Gadrick stood under the cupped wings of the mighty Gahldur as he hummed deeply. The captain smiled, first pacing out from the cover of his nainerem before charging at the edge of the circling dark elf formation. The enemy charged with their weapons raised as they roared. Gadrick sliced through the enemy, taking their nainarem with them. But thanks to his focus on the dark elves, the nainarem began to disappear with them. 'Twas the downfall of the bond. Nainarem would die if their masters were killed but if they were killed, their masters would live on. This made it easy for most to focus on the master to take out the biggest threat. That was until the large dark elf, clad in black armor approached with his nainarem. He swung his mace at the elf's comrades before standing over the young captain, growling with his mace ready in his hands. Gadrick stared up into his enemy's eyes through his helm before the enemy made his move. Swinging his mace up, he almost caught the elf by surprise but the young captain managed top grab onto the neck of the mace and let go to launch himself into the air. He descended into a flip while slicing down vertically, nearly slicing through the mace ball. Flipping back while pulling his blade out of the mace, he sliced at the mace neck and cut the head of the mace off just as the large dark elf pulled it back for another blow. The enemy tried to gather distance but his armor was too heavy for such movement and the elf was too fast. Gadrick spin and sliced through the dark elf while leaping forward, cutting him in two.

But it wasn't the end of his worries. The three-headed dog pounced on him, drooling before aiming a bite at his face. Gahldur, thankfully enough, tackled the beast off of his master before taking to the skies and diving down to the three dark elf masters. Gadrick stood and wiped the sweat from his brow, breathing heavily, fatigued. He regretted his use of magic in this battle but this wasn't the time to succumb to fatigue. This Nainarem was made from three. He would have to remain on his toes. The beast charged at the captain, breathing fire with one head while biting and growling with the others. Gadrick managed to land a few blows while being pawed away by the massive beast but recovering in time to parry and gain some distance. Gahldur had cornered the three dark elves and unleashed his white flame upon them but they responded with their own. The flames fought each other so intensely that none were able to move. The toll was too great. Meanwhile, Gadrick had his hands full with the beast, stabbing one of it's hearts. but the beast did not fall. The captain was fatigued and his speed had slowed. He would have to take his chances and charge. He dashed at the beast with his weapon raised but before he could make it within striking distance of the beast, it had fallen. Taking a glance back to Gahldur, he'd just singed the three dark elves into ash. The battle had been won. The elves cheered and raised their weapons to rejoice. And their captain of all people were more proud of his men than anyone could imagine.

The battle was over... Or so he thought. He began to float in place as a rift in the earth opened into a swirling vortex beneath him. The hands of the dead clawed at him with the icy chill of the deceased freezing his armor and skin. Gahldur began to fight the demonic power along with the elves but he and his squad were consumed by the darkness. And the last sight he saw before the portal closed overhead was the fall of Gahldur. "What's happening? Why is this happening?!" he screamed in his head as he was dragged into the frozen center of the underworld. Absolute zero. There was no movement, no demons, not even the gentle touch of the air. Everything was stilled but his mind. Days had passed as he watched the fall of his people. Nathahla had been taken over and the wrath of the dark elves had spread all over the world, destroying all life as he knew it. His mother's death came quick but both she and his father fought valiantly for the land. The elf could not even shed a tear, move finger. He was banished from the world of the living. The darkness was inevitable by the hand of none other than his own dark elf. What a fool he was for not seeking him out. Hatred was the only thing that filled his mind as he watched the reach of darkness overshadow the world. And when all seemed lost, he and his banished squad were visited by an otherworldly being.

Cloaked in pure black with bone fingers wrapping around a scythe that defined the end itself stood before him with a voice that whispered like a man on his death bed and hissed like a snake with slow words that were few. "Gaaadrick... Yoooou who possesssss... the riiight... I... will graaant yooou liiiiife..." Fear was not familiar to the captain but this was a feeling undeniable even in his most stubborn of states. "W-Why was I sent here? Why?..." he questioned in his head, his eyes unable to change their gaze. Death heard his thoughts and stood silently for a moment. The reaper breathed in heavily after a long pause and blew onto the ice that froze the captain in place. An image of the dark elf with bound angels, demons and the elf's flesh from battle were all being used to activate a spell that would cast him out from the world of the living. The image faded and the reaper stood in wait of his response. The elf would not hesitate to take his previous life back and avenge his people but only under one condition. "My men will come back with me. I will only go with them." he said sternly in his head. A daring move to gamble with death but to his surprise, it worked. The elf was sent back to the world of the living with his squad and immediately began to retake elven territories though Gahldur was not brought back with him on the account that the elf hadn't died and the beast had. After months of battle, Gadrick returned to the land of the high elves, making his way up the castle alone to it's peak. And there stood the dark elf with his dragon, Fafnir looming over him from behind. No words were exchanged in their meet, only the crossing of swords. The elf fought the dark elf and his dragon bravely but the poisonous flames of the dragon were too much and the skill of the dark elf in combat made the rumors seem like light praise. But if the dark elf wouldn't fight fair, nor would he. The elf charged at the dark elf and opened himself up for an attack, having the dark elf's blade impale him. The elf returned the favor, keeping the dark elf close while chanting a spell in black speech that would have their souls fight for a vessel.

Knowing that his body was nearly gone once more, he chose the dark elf's body as a vessel. Their spirits fought but in the end, the dark elf had fallen. After usurping the body of the dark elf, by default Gahldur took the body and name of the dark elf's nainarem. But in this form he knew he couldn't show his face and gain trust so he took his dead body and buried it deep within the sacred forest where Death visited him once more. "Have you come to take me back?" he asked, readying himself to return to the underworld. But the reaper shook his head slowly. A long pause made the meeting tense and the captain had to break the intensity of their meet with his words. "I know why you brought me back... You wouldn't exist if there were no souls to bring to the afterlife." The reaper stepped closer, having the captain on his guard but the reaper merely spoke in his head with the same voice though it was healthier now. "Your men are dead... Their souls will not return to the underworld. They will go to the heavens. Your form cannot be undone through my power but your immortality will last. Live life and protect it." was all he said before disappearing. And now with his new body, he would protect the world in secret in case another threat should arise that threatened the balance of the world.


Present


These lands were far different than the lands he once knew. It'd been four-thousand two-hundred eighty-three years since he'd been home. Four-thousand four-hundred long years. He'd traveled the world many times in those long years. Trained in the many different arts of fighting and even strengthened his abilities in battle far beyond what he would've ever imagined. Gadrick and Fafnir were a powerful team indeed. The two had been through countless battles. The Azure dragon stood stout and strong with his poisonous flame now tame from years of practice. The heat of his inner flame could heat a room with it's intensity. They'd fought their deaths and even watched men grow old from birth to death. At times it even felt like he himself was the reaper. But he knew his purpose. In these lands he was called the Dragon Sage. Or in Japan's native language, Doragonsēji. And a dragon sage he was, speaking to dragons in their tongue and even commanding waves of them. He was given power through them and in return, he gave them loyalty and truth. The dark elf had completely abandoned his former attire and adopted a new look for himself. His elegantly wild black mane hung down below his waist and draped over his shoulders slightly. A blue and orange kitsune mask with an azure cloak to match his footwear, mask and fingerless gloves. His black pants added a balanced effect to the dark shade of his overall look along with his two black katanas that were shouldered onto his back and sheathed crossways, overlapping each other. The cloak remained open to view that scar that he gave this body, reminding him of who he truly was. An elf, forgotten by the rivers of blood that washed his name away and by the flesh of the newborn elves in the forests of Nathahla. It was rumored that the dark elves had risen again, breaking a four-thousand year old treaty with the elves. He would expect the demons to get involved but for the angels to join in surely labeled this war a great threat. Farfnir worried as much as he did for his people. But this was what they trained for. The balance of the world. Good and evil. Gadrick mounted Fafnir and shot into the skies before heading overseas to his homeland.

The lands were just as he remembered them. Evergreen and quiet enough to hear the sounds of rushing water from the snaked streams of rivers birthed by waterfalls at a mile's pass. But this was no time for nostalgia. He was in elven territory so he couldn't just go flying in. Gadrick and Fafnir descended to the forest surface where the dark elf dismounted and began to make his way toward Nathahla. He would need a plan on how to keep a low profile but he would need the cooperation of royalty. He could always just charge the enemy whenever he got the chance but there was always the chance that he would be mistaken for an enemy. It angered him still that he was stuck in the accursed body but there was nothing he could do at the moment. Not even four-thousand four-hundred years of study could change that. How many times had he contemplated death, even in the eyes of the enemy. Would he want to end his life and abandon the security of his people? Was he willing to toss his years of long life away for peace and potential sanity. He wouldn't find out this day. Not this day... First he would complete his task and protect his people. Battle had shown him many things. Perhaps he would find the answer her in this fight. Suddenly, his train of thought was broken by the sound of Fafnir grumbling. An enemy had been spotted... He could sense the footsteps and feel their aura through his teachings but he would remain calm to not give himself away. Heading over to a nearby waterfall, he stopped and began to stroke Fafnir's neck, watching as the water crashed into the surface of the body of water below. Where ever this attack was planning on happening. He'd rather it be out in the open.


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Lithia... A city vast size as it was in it's wealth. A sweet anodyne for a tired adventurer. A sight that one wouldn't forget so easily with all it's glory. Economically at it's peak. It's power beyond most and considerably the most promising of the kingdoms of man. And for all it's gifts, the most profitable and proclaimed was Lithia's mastery of magic. Only second to the elves of Nathalah, Lithia held the most powerful sorcerers in all the world. It's surrounding nature, as beautiful as it was also contributed to defenses. Unlike cities fit for warriors, they only needed things like a water source, trees, hard ground and their machinery which happened to channel magic into it's own power source. In any event, it is seen as self-destructive to the world itself and would only be used in emergencies though the other nine kingdoms had forbidden even the creation of magi-technology. But the scholars of Lithia have been known to break rules to obtain knowledge or gain the upper hand on the enemy. Even shielding themselves from their allies. It is how they survived all these years. That... And the ruler of the nine districts, Siegfried, a warrior and sorcerer of legendary power resided amongst the scholars of Lithia. And for reasons unknown has done nothing about the production of magi-technology. But since not one single threat has sparked the coming of war, there was no need to fear... Yet...

Lithia had always kept itself alive in many ways but the most strict of their methods was the hierarchy. The peasants, commoners and nobles... That has always been the structure of Lithia's society. The peasants were those of no use to Lithia as a whole. Just people who wished to stay or had no option to leave due to lack of funds. Though... If one was found with a high affinity to magic, he or she would be dubbed a noble though if their sons and daughters bore no such gifts, they would be commoners or peasants, useless to Lithia. The commoners were those who swore themselves to a noble house and served them as such. They were the extension of their lords and were patriots to the country in contrast to mostly all of the peasants who'd always had bad blood with the nobles. The nobles, being completely constructed of mages who were genius in one thing or another held Lithia together as they grew in power. Greed, carelessness and narcissism had consumed some of them. Even to the point where they would even question the order of the high king. Of coarse this wouldn't go unpunished. As powerful as the nation was, they were paranoid nonetheless. Executions to those who went against the law or word of the high king were done swiftly and with quick investigation.

In a place like this it is hard to think that anyone could ever find peace. But there were some in the midst of the silent chaos that had hearts of gold. And though the one in question wasn't the most knightly or fearless of them all, the extent of his emotions were far greater than even he would ever know. "Daydreaming again... Alexander Vandervent Bishop." the teacher said, closing his book roughly so that the sound would startle the boy to his senses. "It would be wise to pay attention to your opponent... You've slept through every single duel this year and you've learned nothing!.. Dexus was his name. A powerful sorcerer with quite a reputation amongst the politicians and councils of Lithia. He stood 6:5 with quite a balanced build. Quite handsome for his age with long silver hair and bluish-white pupil-less eyes. An elf no doubt. But even amongst their kind, very tall. Alexander, only the age of nineteen was 5:10 with soft blonde hair that elegantly hung down almost to his high collar. His wear was stylish in his own way. Different from the average mage who would were a tunic, robe or cloak. His skin was a nearly pale white, complimenting the shade of his light green eyes. The jet-black jacket he wore was unbuttoned to show his clean white dress shirt. His glows were white, covering his hands completely with his teal tie hanging somewhat loosely around his neck. The rest of his attire was black and tailored to his exact size just as all of his clothes were. And though he was admired for his genius in style and mastery of magic, Dexus was always scolding him for neglecting his study of combat spells. The elf let out a soft sigh before continuing. "Alexander... Your illusions are excellent and you're the only one amongst the students who have mastered the art of gliding and mild transformation but you never practice spells used for combat. With all your gifts, if you would just master that you would be so powerful. Just like your father... Remember that he personally recommended you for my class... And if you feel like a disappointment to him then, imagine how much of a disappointment it is to fail in ones request to turn a respectable man's son into a powerful sorcerer... Just... Rrrr... Prepare yourself, Bishop."

Without enough time for a rebuttal or even for a chance to ready himself for a strike, his opponent sent a wave of flames at him. Zola was her name. 5:5 with long blonde hair, burgundy eyes and quite an impressive bust. She mostly studied dark magic though it contrasted her seemingly cheerful personality though her narcissism was definitely of note. She wore a hat with white skull on it that secretly was a demon spirit that she'd made a pat with to serve as a defense for her if she needed it only on the grounds that she would surrender magic to it every once in a while. Her clothes were skimpy but with good taste. A cloak with a top that almost fooled one into thinking she wore a one-piece outfit. A corset-like top that parted more as it reached her large bust with her belly button barely exposed. A part of the female body he'd always been mesmerized by for some reason. Most of her thick thighs were exposed while the lower portions of her legs were covered with long boots. She was attractive to say the least, and loved using it to distract her opponents. And since she happened to have been Alexander's crush for as long as he could remember, he was completely unprepared for her move. He was sent flying by the wave of flames, only seeing Zola's witty smirk as he nearly passed out. Almost falling off the stage, he managed to catch himself though it was only three steps high but large enough to manage a duel. Dexus almost called the match off before seeing the young mage rise to his feet. He didn't want to hurt Zola... Not that he thought he could anyway. But Dexus was right. He couldn't disappoint his father anymore. But he never wanted to hurt anything. Just seeing pain made him feel like he was at fault for it. Which resulted in his apologetic nature. Alexander stood slowly, breathing heavily as he watched Zola on the other side of the stage. She smiled slightly and teasingly gestured for him to strike with her finger.

Alexander took in a deep breath and sent two balls of fire at her which were easily deflected. But the look of confusion on her face soon followed. The boy was nowhere to be found. Alexander revealed himself, rising from the surface of the ground with the use of his gifts in illusion and released blots of lightning through his fingertips. A direct hit... But not a clever move. Zola's specialty was lightning and if he'd paid attention to her previous battles, he'd know. Zola faked her pain till she'd absorbed enough of the electricity to send it back at him. Alexander screamed but did not fall. She was relentless, holding him there with her lightning as it shocked him, so intensely that he was stunned in place. Dexus grit his teeth as he watched but he knew that the boy would need to experience this. It was the only way for him to learn to face it in his own way. Alexander began to think of his parents. His softhearted and loving mother... His father who loved him and had only the highest of expectations and hopes for him... What would he think?... Would he disappoint him yet again? "No..." the boy said in his head before closing his eyes and gritting his teeth in pain while grunting. But seeing this only made Zola intensify the power of her lightning. "F-Father..." the boy grunted before opening his eyes, his brows furrowed with a look of anger that he never thought he'd possess. "Father!" he screamed out loud. Dexus stepped toward the stage, ready to jump on and stop the duel before feeling a powerful magic being used. Alexander's eyes turned completely white as his opponent continued to shock him. The air in the room all seemed to focus onto the boy as his voice echoed in a somewhat deep tone. "Kyous." He spoke as he arched his back, looking as if he were taking a deep breath. Zola's eyes widened though her lightning did not weaken. The room was silent for that moment just before he let out a cry, releasing the energy. "HA!" he roared, sending built up wind at her, sending her flying swiftly off the stage and into the wall. Upon impact she was unconscious, letting out a light moan as she fell to the ground.

Alexander fell to his knees, once again barely holding onto his consciousness as he breathed heavily. His vision blurred a bit as he looked up to see what became of Zola. Oblivious to the fact that he'd more or less destroyed everything in the room around him, his eyes widened as he saw Zola with a stream of blood trailing from the side of her mouth. "Zola... Zola?... Zola!" he stumbled to a run, almost tripping off the stage to get to her. Meanwhile the rest of the class was stuck in a state of pure awe along with Dexus. Alexander wrapped his arms around Zola, leaning her head on him as he shook her arm to wake her. Only a moment later did she finally wake, registering what just happened before pushing him away and scampering to a nearby corner, hugging herself as her hair hung over her left eye. Her right eye never blinked as she shook, keeping as much focus on him as she could as the boy was stilled on his knees. He attempted to speak but nothing seemed to come out .His gaze turned to his teacher who only looked at him in a with what he registered as a curious and questionable glare. The boy stood and ran out of the classroom as swiftly as he could, making his way out of the academy and back home.

The day was nearly done. The stars were faintly seen in the sky with the seen peeping over the horizon. Thankfully it was quiet enough for the boy to keep to his thoughts. What was that? Why did he?... How did he?... Why was it so quiet? The town should've still been bustling with travelers or at least classes should almost be over by now. So why was everything so quiet? A wave of commoners and peasants could be seen approaching over the horizon. "Peasants?... In the noble quarter?..." he questioned out loud before hearing footsteps behind him. And a massive amount at that. Nobles... Why would three meet here? before he could even calculate what was going on, an arrow whistled past his ear and almost him a fellow sorcerer before it was deflected. The commoners charged along with the peasants while nobles followed. It didn't seem like it would be much of a fight till he noticed the numbers from both sides, unending. The boy was pushed aside and nearly trampled but he managed to role into an alley. Without a second thought, he began to sprint toward his home. But at every corner there seemed to be a battle in his path. Cutting through as much of it as he could, he began to slowly make his way home. The city had been partially destroyed. A completely unexpected turn of events though the noble quarter still held together mostly. Alexander only wanted to see if his parents were still alive or if his home was still in tact. And before any grim thoughts cloud be processed, he could see his home standing proudly. A tall castle, massive in width and height while also rich in texture. He smiled at the glimmer of hope but it was quickly wiped away by the sight of his proud home erupting in flames. Tears began to poor out of his eyes as he fell to his knees, the sound dragons in the skies terrorizing the city with it's rebellious warriors.

The skies were now dark with only the light of the merciless flames to dimly light the vision of chaos. The cling and clang of metal could be heard all around him. "Metal?... There are no warriors here..." he said in his head before looking around to see the enemies around him with the symbol of a snake on their shields. "Ahlkira..." "Of coarse... The nobles would've never been shaken just by the lower classes." the enemy seemed to have been closing in faster than he'd expected. "Think... What spells do you know? Dammit!" he said in his head, knowing that combat spells were never his specialty. He almost seemed to have given up till it hit him. He'd witnessed Zola summon things when she trained. He'd even studied a bit himself but never executed. He needed something powerful though. Pressing his flat palms together, he began to focus his magic. But nothing seemed to have been working. His magic was being denied somehow. Was he being suppressed by the enemy? "I can't let them take me like this. I have to give it my all." Closing his eyes and gritting his teeth, electricity began to crackle around his body. His jacket flapped in reaction to the rough winds as he focused, seeing his summon within his grasp. Then suddenly the electricity around him began to turn black, crackling powerfully as blood-red runes began to appear in a circle under his feet. He could feel it... Demonic energy. And it had a hold on him. He couldn't stop it. If this kept going, the demon would appear and surely destroy him. Almost giving up with most of his magic depleted, he thought of a plan in the nick of time. A binding spell. As the demonic energy sapped his away, he began to channel his magic into a binding spell. But with his magic already out of control, it amplifies just as the demonic energy erupts in front of him, sending him flying into a nearby wall. Alexander grunts and arches his back at the pain, hearing it crack a bit as he focuses his eyes on the figure in front of him. "Alexander... What have you done?..."


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Gadrick was a mercenary hired by the royal guard of the king's army in the mighty nation of Nathahla. His long white hair always caught someone's attention and if that weren't enough, he was always known to be quite a looker. His elusive emerald eyes were always on guard, gentle but as fierce as a dragon's piercing battle gaze.

His current mission at the moment was the defense for the city of defense, Gromir. Rumor had it, there was a giant water creature absorbing all of the water that flowed in through the city to be purified. A powerful sage was at it's command with a small but seemingly powerful army behind him. Of coarse the king would call an ace mercenary to handle the situation when his royal guard failed and lucky for the king, he happened to be traveling through Nathahla. And though the elf locked away his elven powers to conceal his identity, he was more than able to take this on. Gadrick used his power over lightning to have the clouds blot out the sky. The action itself took a reasonable amount of his power but it was worth protecting the defenses. After quickly using his acrobatic prowess to flip to the top of a building he jumped into the air and with a flash, a lightning bolt caught him and carried him into the sky. Only a moment later did another lightning bolt crash down to the earth, leaving the mighty elven warrior in it's place. His fitted armor clung perfectly to his body around every curve of muscle. His armor was forged with the finest or and by the finest smiths in the nation. It was made to be light and sturdy thanks to a few Sage's magic spells. The sword that he drew from his sheath was from his own country, forged by the elven smiths of the king himself with runes of divine arts.

The battlefield was littered with bodies from both sides. In his mind it almost seemed poetic, that was until an icicle spear that was headed toward his chest broke his concentration. In a single motion, he palmed the spear to the side and gazed up at the water beast and it's sage mounted on it's back. Gadrick stood there in a face-off with the enemy before white lightning began to crackle around his body. The lightning built up around built up around him, crackling to the point where it seemed distort his body and in a blink on eye he was running up the watery currents of the beast at a breakneck pace. Many spells were thrown his way in an attempt to stop him but it was all useless. When his blade was in the air and ready to strike down at the enemy, an arrow split the tension. The young warrior barely dodged the arrow and fell down to the ground, quickly recovering fast enough to land on his feet. As quick as he could, the young warrior bolted over to the enemy archer and cleaved his head in two. Gadrick may have overlooked the situation a bit. If an average archer was able to nearly hit him in motion then an archer of his caliber would be able to hit the sage with little to no trouble at all. After snatching the bow and quiver before tightening the string, he readied the arrow, sending volts of lightning into the arrow head. With quick aiming and precision he shot a fierce arrow toward the sage who had no time to cast a spell. The arrow struck him between his eyes and with his death so came the creature's. The armies of the city roared in triumph before driving off the rest of the enemy, capturing a few.

Gadrick returned to the king, taking his reward which was a hefty sum that he had stored away. Quickly exiting the city and making his way to his next destination. Only a few days had past since he left, having made quite a distance look like nothing in the past few days after traveling on foot. He'd made it too the next great city, Kinitra. The city surrounded by forest and game for hunting. He'd planned on stocking up on food and supplies that he would need for tracing the artifact that had been lost from his family history for thousands of years. The young elf walked through the marketplace before finally exiting the city and taking a rest out of it's limits. Gadrick soon came upon a waterfall about 5 miles out from the city limits. It was rather massive, creating a somewhat large pool of water below. It'd been a while since he stopped to marvel at something so magnificent. The coming of night only made the water glisten with a greater beauty as he stood there and allowed his mind to rest.

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Isaac walked along the forest path, on guard at all corners of his senses. So far he sensed nothing that would be a danger to him. The forest was quiet and serene, soft bluish white rays of light piercing the sheltering tree leaves from above and streaming onto the forest floor and the small rivers that snaked through the trees of the land. Small birds and rodents alike scaled from tree to tree in almost skillful ways and eyed the young mysterious character though they didn't seem to mind him after a quick look as if an aura emanated from him that showed signs of him being friendly to the land and it's creatures. In a sense, it was nothing mythical at all. But wear he came from, every form of life was precious no matter how small. Normally, he would never have left his home and ventured to the outside world but though no one else but his people knew, the earth was calling for it's guardians. And with him being one of them, he would answer as soon as possible. But to his disadvantage, his naturally silent persona scared most around him and branded him an enemy to the commoners of the land though he'd saved most. He was never the talkative type but ever since he'd landed in this mysterious place, he'd been hunted by bounty hunters and mythical creatures alike. The aura that was a result of his guardianship would taunt mythical creatures of false energies but the men of the nation disturbed him with their greed.

Suddenly as the young guardian walked, the forest grew far too quiet. No insects were heard. No twigs cracked under pressure. Not the faintest sound was heard and the wind was too soft for no one to be around. What was worse was that he couldn't sense anything around him with his earth psynergy, an energy that was gifted to the guardians of a certain element that was far different from magic. Isaac sighed then gently combed his long golden hair back with his right hand as he looked around. The light shone calmly on his chest-plate, lightly illuminating his blue tunic. His golden scarf was the eye catcher. Most of the hunters who came after him focused on his golden scarf in his description and naturally he'd remove it but it was the first gift he'd ever gotten from the people of his home land. He wouldn't throw it away. After hearing a twig snap he immediately stood on guard, his gloved right hand on the handle of his long sword that was sheathed on his back. The guardian used his earth psynergy to scan the area around him, finding massive numbers of foes all around him. After hearing a silent simultaneous chorus of arrows whistling through the air, Isaac pounded his left fist into the ground. A wall of earth immediately came up and protected all sides of his body as a result of commanding the earth through psynergy. The arrows were stopped and the wall fell to it's normal state. After dropping the wall, the young guardian eyed his surroundings. The enemy had charged just after launching their arrows and to his distaste, more projectiles were being launched from behind the first wave. Isaac growled lightly at the numbers. But he'd been attacked by numbers far greater than this. As he clashed with the enemy, he began to cause casual earthquakes that shook the enemy into a frenzy.

The way that he moved across the battlefield was unreal considering how often he had to dodge. Isaac was almost seen as a golden blur in the middle of the constant chaos. Axes were thrown his way with lances, spears and swords but all attempts were made void. After taking out enough of the enemy, he began to catch his breath and wait for the next wave. He was good at hiding fatigue from his enemies and conserving energy. But as the next wave quickly approached, he knew he'd be in for another tiresome bout. The first three charged with their weapons swinging in random directions to disorient him though as soon as they approached, he noted that they all wielded swords. Taking one's arm, he flipped him into one of his comrades before quickly spinning to slice the third's neck open and flip back to impale both of the others who'd landed on the ground after the throw. The others that approached were countered till he was sure that a good portion of the forces had charged. Once they were in close enough range, he pounded his fist into the ground, causing stalagmites to quickly rise up and pierce through the enemy.

The last three of the group emerged from the treeline after having barely dodged his previous attack. Isaac kept a straight face and raised his blade in defense, inviting them for one last round. A long pause demanded silence on the battlefield as he stood their in a stilled stance before the dashing of the three broke the silence. They soon closed in and the seemingly inhumanly swift clash of blades commenced. The young guardian began to sweat from fatigue and his movements began to slow slightly but he knew that there was no thought in his enemy's movements. Flipping back, he sliced horizontally and decapitated and enemy while seeing another charge while he landed. Quickly lunging forward, he impaled the charging enemy and kicked him off of his blade before dodging constant swift attacks from his last enemy. The flash of blades and ring of clashing blades echoed through the silence of the forest until one last attack ended it all. The young guarding quickly dashed through his opponent's guard, leaving his enemy frozen in surprise. Isaac waited only a moment before sheathing his blade. And just as his blade fully entered the sheath fully, his opponent's open chest wound began gushing blood. The man soon fell to his knees, leaving the young guardian to finally relax but with a sudden movement in the brush around him, he was on guard yet again.


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Kyo marched along the snowy surface of Katayama where a light snowstorm blew in the opposite direction in which he traveled. The name itself meaning royal mountain was enough of an explanation. He had been mislead by a hooded character who told him that the quickest way to get around the mountain was to go through a secret tunnel at the base of it. Upon arrival he found that the man's words were a lie and proceeded to the top of the mountain so that he could finally get past his next obstacle that was in the way of him finding the dual blades of Masamune Date, the greatest samurai and as far as he was concerned, the greatest warrior that ever lived He wasn't that bad of a warrior himself, having taken down many opponents at once, including demons and different manner of beasts. It was his reputation as the one-armed samurai that earned him most of his pay since he would only fight with his blade in his right hand in battles. And though most wouldn't know that it was him at first sight since he clearly had two arms, after seeing him in battle they would know without having to see the flash of his blade twice.

The snowstorm began to increase in intensity, having the samurai slide back a few feet and even stumble. There were many battles he would jump into headstrong but he'd be damned if he were to be taken down by a snowstorm. He scanned the area for a place to rest until the snowstorm passed and in the distance he could see a black lining that looked like hard rock. Kyo turned and made his way towards the lining, seeing it form into a cave entrance. The samurai quickened his pace and finally made his way into it. He stepped deep enough in to feel some sort of warmth before brushing the snow out of his spiky brown hair. He was a rather young samurai with many handsome features. Of coarse one being his face which was light skinned with his dark red eyes piercing through the darkness before him. He was well built and muscular. His size was seen through his Yukata and light armor. His spaulder hung on his right shoulder with his right shoulder now exposed after noticing that he'd lost that part of his armor to the snowstorm. Kyo scowled at himself as he began to walk further into the cave, tightening his long crimson belt in the process. But at the first click of his sandals hitting the cave floor, a boulder rolled in front of the entrance, only allowing the small bit of glowing light in front of him to illuminate the path.

Kyo drew his blade from the sheath that was tied at his right and looked down at his torso to see if he anything had caught onto him and after seeing nothing, he pressed on. Walking with his blade ready, he eventually came upon the source of the light. The blue light had shone from an orb that seemed to have something within it. And after seeing no way of turning around, he could only guess that this was his only way out. The young samurai raised his blade with the tip pointed skyward before slicing down on the seal. There was a pause for a moment. Then suddenly as if a massive wave of water pushed into him, he was knocked back. he fell to the ground, rolling into a stance as the seal released his energy. With so much force behind the seal, he was beginning to think that this wasn't the way out. "Great... What have you gotten yourself into this time?..." he said, waiting for the seal to stop releasing energy.


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(Very complicated storyline. Will explain if asked.)

Gadrick walked onto the battlefield, listening to the roar of the stadium. The semi-finals of Saffrons double battle tournament was about to start and he was about to face a trainer with a legend on her side. His appearance was rather goth. He had long silky black hair hanging down to his mid-back, a black leather vest that framed his muscular arms, black fingerless steel-plated gloves, black pants, and black grieves. His icy cold bluish-white pupil less eyes nearly completely blends in with his light skin though most wouldn't dare look in his eyes, thinking that he was a blind man. As he walked into the light of the stadium he could hear the final words of the announcer. "...I give you the elusive, the fierce, the legendary Shining Abyss!" And not a moment after his calling, the crowd roared with spirit and welcomed him as he walked majestically onto the battlefield, noticing that his opponent was already on the other end, waiting for the battle to begin. Her nearly transparent emerald eyes, long white hair, creamy white skin, and beautifully framed figure made her as much of a sight as her skills as a trainer. Her outfit was as skimpy as a common 20 year old trainer. A blue half-top that stopped an inch above her deep belly button, black pants that hugged her waist lightly and thinly lined her legs, and blue sneakers that were obviously made for running. Without any word or hesitation she winked at him and sent out her first two Pokémon. Dragonite and Altaria. Gadrick stared down her fiercely hardened Pokémon for a moment, smiling lightly as the anticipating wind blew across the open stadium. Normally his Pokémon would be out of their Pokéballs and at his side but because of the rules, they couldn't be out. Gadrick placed his hands on his belt and pulled out two of his first choices, throwing them into the air, unleashing them onto the field. His Electivire and his shiny silver Ninetales unleashed their cries as they shone over the battlefield. And thanks to Ninetale's drought ability, the sun shone harsh with a mighty glare. Gadrick was one of the few trainers who were able to catch a shiny Pokémon, making him a potential legendary trainer... His only goal... Become a legend. The battle started with a hyper beam from Dragonite and a featherdance from Altaria. Electivire jumped in front of Ninetales and took the hyper beam before seeing Ninetales dash in front and hit Dragonite with a Flamethrower. Altaria attempted to glide to Dragonite's aid but took Electivire's thunder punch dead on, eliminating it from the match. But all too quickly, Electivire was caught off guard when it was hit with an earthquake from Dragonite, knocking it out in one blow. Somehow, Nintales was able to survive, taking no damage at all The crowd roared at the quick eliminations as they waited for the next. "So... where's that legendary Charizard of yours?" the flamboyant opponent said with a smirk. "Don't worry... He'll be here..." Gadrick said with a straight face, knowing that he'd have to slow the battle down and wait for Charizard to return. He was sent on an emergency trip to deliver a parcel to the Pokémon Research Lab. No matter what the rules were, Gadrick would always have his Charizard out of his Poké ball and at his side. The fact that he wasn't was enough to say that he was absent and she would take every advantage of it. He would really have to slow the battle down. Just as his train of thought came to a halt she'd sent out a Steelix. Gadrick took no time to answer back with his Gyarados. In an instant they were all in the middle, clashing as many attacks as they could, both trainers keeping their Pokémon busy with orders. After one fatal flaw of getting in too close to Dragonite for an earthquake, Ninetales was caught in Steelix's Crunch. Gyarados quickly answered with a surf attack but it was too late. Steelix had already used explosion, clearing the playing field completely. As both trainers withdrew their Pokémon, Gadrick could see the smile on his opponents face before seeing a Jolteon and Espeon on the enemy's side. The young trainer sighed and sent out his shiny black-masked Entei with his Salamence. The battle once again commenced with no hesitation, hastily attacking to leave no room for deep thought. Salamence may have not been as fast as Entei but his attack and defense were nothing to mess with. As attacks clashed it was evident that neither side was receiving any damage. His opponent took the chance to close in with direct attacks on Salamence since it's defense was high. But Entei quickly countered with an erupting flamethrower, causing a massive outbreak of explosions to envelope the battlefield. There was a cloud of smoke over all corners of the battlefield for only seconds till it was announce that all Pokémon had been wiped out. Both trainers withdrew their Pokémon before his opponent sent out her last. Darkrai conquered the battlefield with it's presence as the smoke continued to clear, leaving Gadrick to watch as the time remaining for his last Pokémon ticked away. "It looks like this is it. A great plan always works. If a legendary Pokémon can be caught, a legendary trainer can be tamed." she said with a triumphant smile as the anticipating wind caressed the battlefield. The stadium was silent with disappointment all until a smile was seen on Gadrick's face. "He's here..." he said before a giant black shadow crashed down behind him. The battlefield was once again filled with smoke, showing only the silhouette of his famed Charizard. Suddenly a powerful wind blew the smoke and dust away, revealing his shiny black Charizard that stood taller than him by 2 and a half times his size. Charzard's piercing crimson eyes stared down the legendary nightmare Pokémon, waiting for it's move as it stood, looming over Gadrick from behind. Gadrick could see the sudden fear rise in his opponents eyes before frustration overcame them. With one command, Darkrai launched dark void on Charizard but it was quickly evaded. With Charizard lost out of the enemy's sight there was nowhere to look but behind but by that time Charizard already had a powerful flamethrower charged and blasted right onto Darkrai. The stadium was in a state of silent awe after gasps filled the air. The smoke and dust cleared the stadium after the longest thirty seconds of the match, revealing the legendary Darkrai, fallen. The crowed cheered and roared at the epic victory, throwing their scarves, hats, and roses down onto the battlefield. Gadrick caught hold of a dark black scarf and wrapped it around his neck, smiling at how it fit his goth style. The scarf blew in the wind lightly, just a few inches from the ground as he waved at the crowd. His opponent was on her knees at the other side of the ring, holding her Pokémon. Gadrick turned away from her and slowly walked towards the exit. "Some legends aren't meant to be tamed, just like some can't be caught..." he said as he made his way out of the arena.

The next day, the crowed roared with more excitement than ever before. Finally, it was the finals. And once again, his opponent would be a girl. This year it was rather one-sided with the women outdoing the men. He represented the pride, honor, and strength of men in some people's eyes but to himself, he was just an elite... The shining Abyss. Gadrick walked out onto the field as the announcer gave yet another epic entry speech, this time calling him the "Dark Knight". Perhaps it could be a knew one, thanks to his last name. Nevertheless, he would be remembered one way or another. Gadrick looked across the grassy field, noticing how much bigger it was now than ever before. Looks like the finals were no joke. And from what he heard about his next opponent, she was nothing to tamper with either...


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