CHAPTER 4: The past
While Aetherwood was witnessing such an event, something else was happening somewhere far into the very east from Aethelgard.
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Darkness and light. Are the two types of power that always countered each other. But also somehow, complimented each other as well.
There was a border between the and the
The relationship between the two kingdoms, Nyx and Elysia was just like that. Normally, one couldn't stand the other due to the difference in their core beliefs.
The Kingdom of Nyx, follows the path of darkness. Destruction is their main theme. Completely opposite to that, the Kingdom of Elysia, follows the path of light. Their core theme is creation.
But being neighboring Kingdoms made things even more complicated than they originally should have been.
For the sake of protecting the peace of their people, they decided to go to war, once in every one hundred years. The victor will gain some significant authority against the defeated for the following one hundred years.
At present, it is the ninth century of Nyx.
It has been over 1700 years since the first
To be more precise, currently it's the 41st year of the ninth century of Nyx.
After 59 more years, the 19th will take place.
the capital of Nyx.
Inside a secret chamber of the royal palace, an ear-piercing scream of ‘something’ was heard about a week ago from today.
Since that day due to some unknown reasons, the whole Royal Palace of Nyx, would turn off all the lights when the clock indicates the midnight part of the day has arrived.
Today, at the secret chamber.
A door slowly opened.
A short-thin old man in his eighty’s, wearing a golden robe came out from the chamber, followed by another figure. The other figure was totally covered in black, from head to toe. A normal person would never be able to get any clues about the identity of the figure in black, unless the figure gave one out intentionally.
The door automatically closed after the two came out.
“Close your eyes and think of that dream you have been having these past few days.", the old man said while looking at the figure standing before him. Despite being so old, right now his eyes were shining like a bright sun.
The figure obediently closed its eyes.
A few minutes passed by.
Neither a single sound from outside the palace nor any type of disturbance from inside the palace affected the complete but eerie silence existing between the man and the figure.
Then, the man also closed his eyes as he spoke, "Now, open your eyes and tell me about the you saw in your dreams. Once again.”
A pleasant-to-ears and melody-like voice came from behind the black veil of the figure in the black, "I saw… A man in his mid-thirties. Pitch black hair, well-built body like a battle-hardened warrior, holding a one meter long sharp sword in his left hand… there's something drawn in its , which I can't see properly… the whole sword is soaked in blood. He is wearing something like a black armour with unknown patterns covering it but… I haven't seen anything like that before. On his right hand, there is a long sw-… T-this is…!” After reaching this point, the female voice stopped abruptly for a few seconds after which she took a deep breath as she continued, “With his right hand, he is holding the sacred sword of the Kingdom of Nyx..." Upon hearing the name ‘TENMURK’ the closed-eyed old man jolted.
"His face is covered in a strange looking grey mask only leaving the eye areas uncovered. His eyes are…” she stopped once again and—
The woman in black,suddenly collapsed on the floor.
“Naqeera! Are you alright?!”
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The old man panicked and went near the fallen woman with hurried steps, his eyes still closed.
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Aetherwood.
The area nearing the territory of the Redwood tree.
“..."
The boy remains silent as he observes the four men shaking and sweating before him.
Those four men felt as if, in this world, nothing else exists except the horrifying figure in front of them.
One of the three black robed men, who mocked the youth a week ago, about how the has already served its and was bound to die, now fell down immediately after not being able to resist the pressure anymore.
Another one of them was thinking while gasping for air that, how in the world was such a thing even possible!? The thing looking at him had extremely close facial features with the body they got disposed of not too long ago. He was totally dumbfounded at the events turning out like this.
The other black robed man also had a similar reaction as his two brothers.
The youth shifted his gaze towards the silver robed man, Mr.Aveon.
Mr.Aveon, unlike the other three, seemed to have a much less intense reaction even though he was also struggling quite a bit under the invisible pressure pressing down on him.
Noticing the boy’s gaze being directed to him, he bit his lips and tried to rustle his right hand through the robe a bit.
Then he brought out a round, golden colored token with a radius of ten-centimeters, which had the wordcarved in it and threw it towards the boy.
The boy looked down at the token for a bit but didn't pick it up, instead looked back at Mr.Aveon.
Finding not even a single trace of expression changing on the youth’s face, Mr.Aveon’s eyebrows knitted together as he cursed inwardly. Next, he started speaking with a slightly quivering voice, “I am good friends with a ROYAL family member. If you are smart and know what is good for you, then take the token. Let me leave and I will forget about our meeting today and shall not ever bother you in the future, of which I can promise by the name of my ancestors!”
“..."
Judging from the unchanging face before him, Mr.Aveon found his own suggestion a bit lacking. He sighed and pulled out a one meter long sword with his right hand from the left side of his waist. The sword had a little drawn in its quillon.
Then he wore a serious expression upon looking at his long sword. Gripping it with two hands, he seemed to have come to a decision.
Mr.Aveon returned his gaze to the youth, who was standing there unmoved like a tall mountain not too far away from him.
Seeing his opponent drawing out a weapon, the boy subconsciously placed his left hand on his self-carved bone-knife, readying himself mentally for direct action this time.
However, the scene which followed after, left the youth feeling extremely alarmed and shocked.
Mr.Aveon suddenly lifted his sword as he stood there and still kept his eyes locked into the young man before him.
The youth’s facial muscles twitched as he saw the silver robed man slowly pushing the sword tip deep into his own left eye!
The three black robed men were also flabbergasted to see their mighty and honorable master taking such an action while facing a teenager as an opponent.
Mr.Aveon bit his lips so hard that blood started dripping from his lips. His breathing quickened.
The left eye socket soon became hollow since, at this point, Mr.Aveon replaced his sword tip with his left hand and gouged out his own eye!
Tears mixed with blood dripped down from both of his eye areas covering his nose, chin, his entire face. Then he tossed his left eye in the direction of the boy.
The youth’s eyes went wide and heartbeat quickened momentarily as he witnessed such a scene unfold before his eyes. What caused cold sweat to drip down his spine was the fact that, up until now, the man before him didn't produce a single sound while experiencing such excruciating pain.
‘Just what kind of experiences and willpower does a person need to have, in order to pull off something like this?’, the youth developed a sense of respect for the silver robed man unknowingly.
After tossing his eye away, Mr.Aveon started to pant, his right eye bloodshot.
He ripped off a part of his robe and covered the left side of his face. Then he let out a deep breath and while maintaining an apathetic expression on his face, he pointed his right index finger at the area, where the three black robed men were at, he added, “You can do whatever you want with them. From this point on, I have no connection with them. You are free to punish them as you may see fit."
The three black robed men shuddered as their master’s words felt like a big hammer striking at their heart.
"G-Great lord! P-Please don't abandon us like this!”, one of them said with a quivering voice.
“M-My Lord! W-We have always followed your orders w-without any refusal! Y-You can't do this to us!”, another one added while reaching at Mr.Aveon’s feet and knelt down.
“W-We will do anything you say!Anything! P-Please don't l-leave us behind!”, the other one said with a pleading voice.
However, Mr.Aveon remains expressionless, his single eye not batting at them even for the briefest second.
"...”
The young man beside them, heard the three pleading for their life while from time to time. Looking at the situation before him, he felt a mixture of emotions. —because of his past suffering, —for the three brothers as they were abandoned at the most crucial point of their lives, —at the decisiveness of the silver robed man.
The dried leaves cracked under the step.
The boy went forward, pulled out his knife with left hand and stood near the three men.
The men in black moved their heads and saw a pair of eyes looking down on them.
Their breath caught in their throat, words died in their mouth. Everything came to a standstill.
They felt like, even if they were to reincarnate nine times, they would never forget that pair of eyes.
The knife pierces through the heart of one of them. No sound except for the knife pushing through the heart was heard.
A body fell beside two black robed men. They didn't seem to care, their eyes turned full white,gazing into…
Another heart-piercing sound surrounded the area as the knife slowly broke through the barriers of the body and a ray of sunlight fell upon the knife’s tip. Same as before, no sound disturbed the process.
Another body fell.
One single man left behind from the group of three.
A slight sound escaped into nowhere, as the already soaked in blood bone-knife pierced through a human heart for the third time in a row.
Like this, the third body fell while covering the dried leaves near it in a crimson color.
a not-too-colorful life of three brothers, came to an end in a very colorful way.
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Aernight City.
An old man in his later years was sitting inside a hotel. He wore a white robe and had a pair of He was enjoying the hot soup before him while inwardly praising the beauty of the waitress, who just left from his table after delivering the soup.
Suddenly he bit his tongue. Then he frowned and moved his head towards a window on the western part of the hotel.
He spent a few seconds contemplating something.
Then he let out a deep sigh and started to savour the taste of the soup once again.
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A month ago, when the three brothers were going back to their home after completing their tasks for the day, they came across a fortune teller. It was an old man in the latter years of life. With great curiosity they decided to take a look at their
The told them, “Within a month from today, you will experience the brightest day of your life. By the time your life ends, everything around you will be very colorful.”
Hearing such words, the three brothers felt hopeful for their future. They thanked the fortune teller greatly and rewarded him generously.
No.
The didn't lie to them that day.
Yes.
They did indeed experience the day of their life. Just before their death, in the form of a pair of eyes so bright that even their own eyes became white.
Everything around them did indeed become very Just after their death, as if painting on a blank canvas, their blood turned everything around them
The they heard about did indeed come to a However, none of it matters anymore. As they, themselves have become the
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