The dawn of a new age is upon us, the mass murderer and evil ruler Shrekhan a mage of immense power in the dark arts more known as the sin of god has fallen to the hands of Garth. The battle was horrific but the thing that killed Shrekhan was not Garth's blade but the guilt of which he stored dying a little himself with every man or women or child he killed... His spirit was freed from his body, and Garth ruled over the country of Yart. This age will be known as the age of new light.
It has now been 3 months since the fierce battle in Cronus with Garth and Shrekhan and already the country was regrowing, little did the rebellion know Garth would turn out to be worse then Shrekhan could ever be, he let anger consume him and he soon made war with a neighboring peaceful country for not merging with him and this is where my story begins.
It was early morning in spring... I remember nothing before this all I know is I was in a large meadow the wind blowing over the long yellow grass which moved like the waves in open water I knew nothing about this place, I was confused, I had no memory yet I can speak, I felt trapped within my mind trying to find any memories...nothing. I sat up knowing not what to do. I heard running water near me so I went towards the sound, there was a beautiful water fall and a river leading to what seemed to be a village. I walked to it knowing not what to do or who I was. I got to these large wooden doors which was as it seemed the gate to the village. Two guards stepped out and started questioning me:
- who goes there?
- What brings you to the city of Ironwall?
Stuttering I replied:
- I-I don't know who I am or where I am...
At this moment the guards eyes widened they noticed something on me that I didn't even notice they pointed to my back and they're mouths widened, I had a pair of silver feathered wings on my back. One of the guards pulled out a horn and blew into it and a large pack of guards surrounded me all pointing spears at me. As the guards where making me walk to who knows where I caught a glimpse of my reflexion in one of their shields. I seem to be wearing a coat of mail armor with metal plates one my left shoulder down to my waist, and steal boots, I had brown hair which I already knew from seeing my scruffy mustache. I was of a large build with wide shoulders but not as large as the guards in their thick steal armor. Villagers watched threw their windows as I walked down an alley filled with marketing carts and wagons they where bringing me to a gigantic hall, down the passage there where many drawings of mages and warriors I stopped at a small door and was forced to enter, inside at the end of a room in a large chair was an old man, half covered in shadows, and with a loud cracking voice he said:
-Welcome to Ironwall of Tantaraque...(Tantaraque is the peaceful city Yart made war with) Long have we waited for one of your kind to fore fill the prophecy... are you the fallen one?
I responded with curiosity:
- I have no idea who I am or why I am here I remember nothing of my past or my family.
- you are as the prophecy proclaims the sin of god... a fallen angel, a man of great power but who has a clouded mind... The prophecy goes two ways, if you chose the path of light you will free all the countries from Garth as he banished Shrekhan, or... if you are diverted by the path of evil... will bring corruption to the whole world...triggering the apocalypse. But one thing is for sure, you are the first of a new race one known as the Paladin long foreseen by every religion and every country whether this race is of light or darkness is in your hands. But light or darkness be the case... you will face Garth in a battle to the death, and our town has the weapon that will allow you to do so but before you do any of this... you must train...
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