《Saga Legacy》


 Episode 1

    The story of the two greatest sorcerer in history. In the mystical realm of Albion, a young Merlin, barely twelve winters old, embarked on a journey to become the strongest wizard of all time. With an insatiable thirst for knowledge and a heart full of wonder, he ventured into the enchanted forest, seeking the ancient wisdom of the druids. As he wandered deeper into the woods, the trees grew twisted, and air thickened with malevolent energy. Suddenly, a dark figure emerged from the shadows. He was a dark elf, his energy as dark as coal making anyone who neared it sick, his eyes glowing with an otherworldly green light. He introduced himself as Malakar, a master of necromancy and the only user. Initially, Merlin was wary, but as they conversed, he discovered that Malakar''s powers were not solely for evil. The dark elf sought to understand the balance of life and death, to wield his magic for the greater good. Intrigued, Merlin proposed a pact: together, they would journey to the farthest corners of Albion, seeking ancient artifacts, forbidden knowledge, and untold power. Malakar agreed, and their unlikely friendship was forged. As they traveled, Merlin honed his elemental magic, while Malakar delved deeper into the mysteries of necromancy. They encountered formidable foes, overcame treacherous landscapes, and unraveled ancient mysteries. Through their adventures, Merlin learned that through strength lies not only in magic but also in understanding and compassion. Malakar, in turn, discovered that his powers could be used to protect and preserve, rather than merely destroy. As Merlin and Malakar continued their journey, they stumbled upon an ancient tome hidden within the labyrinthine libraries of the druids. The worn leather book was bound with strange symbols that shimmered with a chronal essence. The tome revealed the secrets of temporal magic, and Merlin became obsessed with mastering the art of time manipulation. However, the task proved to be his most daunting challenge yet. The fabric of time resisted his spells, and the consequences of failure were catastrophic. Hours became years, and seasons blurred together as Merlin struggled to grasp the fundamental forces of chronology. Meanwhile, Malakar received a haunting vision from the spirit realm, beckoning him to the underworld city of Erebo. His father the dark elf Xandro''s, had summoned him. Malakar hesitated knowing his father will try to steer up the darkness within him. Upon arrival, Malakar found Erebo shrouded in an eternal dark fog. Xandro''s revealed a shocking truth: he had made a pact with a malevolent being from beyond the veil, trading their family''s souls for unfathomable power. Horrified, Malakar realizing the horrific truth of his family''s death, Xandro''s continued saying and this being wanted to enter our world but he couldn''t so i offered all of you but sadly they weren''t compatible he then turned as he stretched his hand smiling menacingly as he continued saying but you, my son you are more than compatible. Xandro''s continued offer yourself my son and let''s rule this world together, Malakar swallowed by rage rushed at his father as a heart -wrenching battle ensued. Father against and son, darkness against darkness. As the battle was reaching it''s climax Xandro''s grabbed Malakar on his neck chocking him, at that point Merlin finally grasped the essence of time magic. He appeared in Erebo, weaving a temporal shield around Malakar and shattering Xandro''s hold on his son and he was defeated by a combined effort of Merlin and Malakar. Together, they fled Erebo, their bond stronger than ever. Merlin''s control over time was still in it''s infant stage but with Malakar by his side he knew he could face any challenge the universe presented.Centuries later .... As Merlin''s mortal coil began to unravel, he summoned Malakar to his side. With a frail but determined hand, he grasped the dark elf''s shoulder. "Malakar, my friend, my brother," Merlin whispered, his voice trembling with the weight of centuries. "I have one last request for you. Spread magic throughout the world, that it may never fade. Share our discoveries, our triumphs, and our struggles with those who thirst and have the zeal for magic." Malakar''s eyes welled with tears as he nodded, his heart at the impending loss of his friend and brother, Merlin seeing this gave a slight chuckle, Malakar asked what made him laugh Merlin replied saying it was nothing his just surprised that Malakar will cry for him, Merlin smiling said it makes me happy, Malakar chuckled and told him to "shut up". Merlin''s gaze swept across the realms, as if beholding the vast expanse of their adventures. "From the misty isles of Albion to the scorching deserts of Zahran, from the mystical forests of Elvendom to the snow capped mountains of Nefaria, take our legacy to every corner of the world." With a gentle smile, Merlin placed a wrinkled hand on Malakar''s forehead. A surge of energy coursed through the dark elf, imbuing him with the essence of their shared journey. "Carry the torch of knowledge, Malakar. Ignite the spark of magic within every heart. Let our friendship be the beacon that guides generations to come." As Merlins vision faded, Malakar vowed to fulfill his final wish. With a heavy heart, he bid farewell to his beloved friend, knowing that their bond would transcend time and mortality. And so, Malakar set out on his new quest, traversing realms, sharing wisdom and kindling the flames of magic in heart of the humans who sought it. Malakar saying the world will never forget our legacy as he watched the sun rise centuries later, Malakar sighed saying i miss you old friend. Malakar journey came to a stall when he wasn''t able to teach Necromancy but his disciples were only able to use different variations of unique abilities. As Malakar''s life drew to it''s final stages he discovers the forgotten art of reincarnation. With this knowledge, he binds his soul and Merlin''s soul to a time where the darkness begins to run rampant and powerful sorcerers are scarce. Merlin having passed away before Malakar, is reborn years earlier. Malakar reborn later, must navigate this new world unaware of merlin''s head start and both been unaware of their past.Merlin''s reincarnate at the time built has already built his reputation as the strongest and well versed sorcerer in Japan.Malakar, at this time is till 16 yrs old and will soon have to navigate through the world of sorcery and discover his past.


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    The journey begins...


    Akira floated in a dark void, the weightless quiet surrounding him. He looked around, but there was only emptiness. Then he glanced upward and murmured to himself, "Oh, i see. Just a dream." With a small smile, he relaxed, enjoying the peaceful silence. But soon, a strange feeling crept in a nagging sense that he''d forgotten something important. In the distance, he heard his mother calling his name, her voice faint but urgent. His eyes widened as he remembered: I have school today! He bolted awake, panic flooding him. "I''m late!" he muttered, scrambling to throw on his uniform. As he dashed through the kitchen, his mom asked, "Aren''t you going to eat?" " No time!" he called back, already halfway out the door. Watching him leave, his mother sighed in disappointment. "who''s going to eat all this then?" she muttered. His dad, flipping through news paper, replied, " Don''t worry, I''ll take care of it". Akira sprinted down the street, nearly colliding with his friend, Yuta. "Hey, Akira! Always running late, huh?" Yuta teased. Akira laughing, catching his breath. "look who is talking you''re late too!" They grinned at each other, and after a bit, took off again, both shouting, "Late" at the top of their lungs. As they ran, Yuta suggested, "Let''s take the shortcut! Without hesitation, they jumped a fence and continued sprinting. But as they landed on the other side, they stumbled into a tense standoff. Three gang factions were facing off, guns drawn. Before Akira or Yuta could react a gun shot rang out. The first bullet was heading straight for Yuta. In a flash, Akira''s eyes darkened, an eerie shadow flickering over them. Without thinking, he leaped forward, shoving Yuta out of the way. The bullet struck him in the chest, and he staggered, clutching his wound as blood seeped through his fingers. The gang members froze, realizing they''d hit a kid. They scattered, leaving Akira bleeding in the alley. Yuta fell to his knees beside him, desperately pressing on the wound, shouting for help. Akira''s vision blurred, his breaths shallow. Yet somehow, he managed a weak laugh. "I feel.... cold," he whispered, as his eyes drifted shut. As Akira opened his eyes, he found himself floating in the vast, dark void. He looked around, confusion settling in. "what... happened?" he murmured. Slowly, memories of the gunshot and his lasts moments flooded back to him. He sighed, realization dawning on him. "So I''m dead, huh? What a shame. I never really did anything with my life." Drifting in the emptiness, his thoughts turned to his parents. "I wonder how they''re feeling right now..." His voice broke as he imagined their pain, and he felt an unexpected ache in his chest. Tears began to slip down his cheeks. "Why am i crying?" he asked himself, sobbing louder as the void amplified his loneliness. "I want to see my friends again," he whispered, voice choked with emotion. "I already miss my parents... and i haven''t even tasted the sacred fruit..." Just then, a deep, resonant echoed through the darkness. " So... you want to live?" Akira looked up, still sobbing, and managed to whisper, "Yes..." "That''s good to hear," the voice replied, In an instant, Akira gasped as he was jolted back to life, his chest heaving. He opened his eyes, breathing heavily, his voice hoarse as he asked, " Water... please." Around him, nurses and doctors stood in shock, staring at the boy who had been declared dead. Word of his miraculous return quickly spread, sparking a media frenzy. In the shadows of a hidden room, two figures watched the scene unfold. One leaned forward, voice low and menacing. "You know what to do." the other nodded, replying, "Yes." The first figure''s eyes gleamed. "If he refuses... I''ll drag him here myself." Akira walked down the dimly lit hospital hallway, his footsteps echoing. Passing a window, he felt a echoing. Passing a window, he felt a chill echoing. passing a window, he felt a chill as two piercing red eyes suddenly appeared, staring right at him. He whipped his head towards the window, but the eyes were gone. "Strange," he murmured, frowning. "I could''ve sworn something was watching me." Continuing toward his room, his mind churned. Ever since i came back to life, doctors and scientists worldwide have wanted to examine me. But something about their interest felt... off. Maybe I''m just overthinking it, he thought, stepping into his room. He looked around, his gaze lingering on the empty bed. The doctors said they''d take my blood today, but... they haven''t shown up. In fact, I didn''t see any staff anywhere. No doctors. No nurses. All the rooms are empty... A prickle of unease crept up his spine. Something''s wrong. He stepped back out of his room, but froze. A dark, horrific creature stood in the hallway, it''s grotesque form shuddered as it rasped a single word over and over: "Capture... capture..." The creature lunged, claws slicing through the air. Akira barely dodged, stumbling back before spinning on his heel and running. His heart pounded as he sprinted toward the exit, but the hallway seemed to stretch endlessly, the door growing further away with every step. "This has to be a dream," he panicked. He dared a glance back, and his blood froze. The creature dashed towards him at a terrifying speed, claws outstretched. Akira braced himself, closing his eyes, sure he couldn''t escape this time. the sharp claws reached for him. But then a flaming arrow shattered the window, blazing past him to strike the monster. The creature recoiled, hissing as it went up in flames. Akira fell back, wide-eyed and panting. "What.. what is happening?" A figure in a tuxedo appeared, towering over him. The man''s face was calm, and he bent down, looking Akira over. " Are you hurt?" Akira tried to speak, but words failed him. Behind them, the monster began to rise, it''s charred skin regenerating. The man straightened, his face partially transforming, magma cracking across his skin as he grabbed the creature''s claw mid- swing. His voice was low, almost amused. "Why don''t cockroaches die immediately?" With a wave of his hand, the monster burst into flames disintegrating to ashes. Turning back to Akira, the man offered a hand. "You''re coming with us." Akira hesitated, swallowing hard. " Who... who is us? Before he could get an answer, everything went black.

 Episode 2

    As Akira slowly regained consciousness, he took in his surroundings with a confused frown. "Where... where am i? he murmured, trying to sit up, only to feel a wave of dizziness. A man standing nearby watched him carefully, his gaze piercing. "So, you''re finally awake," he said with a slight smile. "The name''s Mikage Magata." Fully alert now, Akira''s heart raced, and he scrambled backword, looking for a way out. "Help! someone help me! I''ve been kidnapped!" he shouted. Mikage shook his head calmly crouching down to Akira''s eye level. "No one can hear you, so save your breath," he replied smoothly. "Relax, and maybe think about why you''re here." Akira glared at him defiantly. "Why should I care?" Without missing a beat, Mikage pointed a finger to his own forehead. "Think, Akira. Think. What happened to you?" Akira hesitated, memories beginning to flood back. "I.. I was shot." Mikage nodded. "Yes. shot. But that''s not the whole story, is it? You were killed. You died instantly." He leaned closer, his voice lowering. "And yet, here you are, sitting in front of me, alive the very next day." Akira''s mouth went dry as he tried to process it, but Mikage continued. "Do you know who else came back from the dead? Jesus Christ and Lazarus," he said, with a mocking edge to his voice. "And i doubt you''re either of them. Not only that, you managed to outrun a bullet. Human''s don''t do that, Akira. So, let''s figure this out. Either you''re a human who''s somehow tapped into magic-a rare, unheard of occurence- or..." Akira swallowed hard, feeling the weight of Mikage''s gaze. "Or what "or you''re an imposter," Mikage continued, eyes narrowing. "Maybe the real Akira died that day, and you''re something else entirely." Silence filled the room as Akira searched for words. He barely understood what was happening himself, but one thing was clear, there was more to him than he''d ever realized. Mikage smirked as he saw Akira''s stunned expression. "Taken aback, huh? Don''t worry. Even the council was shocked when they heard about a human coming back from the dead. That''s why I''m here-to figure you out." Without warning, Mikage stood up and said, "Now, defend yourself." Before Akira could react, Mikage dashed forward, landing punch after punch. Akira tried to shield himself, but Mikage''s blows came too fast, each one more brutal than the last. "Use magic, Akira! Mikage barked. "Come on, show me what you''re made of!" Just then an older man entered the room, adjusting his gloves with a calm, almost detached air. "Mikage," he said sharply, "that''s enough. You''re overdoing it."


    Akira''s heart soared with relief. Finally, someone''s here to stop this. As he caught his breath, he muttered "Thank God..." The older man looked down at him with a smile. "The name is Hakuren," he introduced himself. "let''s go. There''s something i want to show you" Hakuren led Akira to a large window, high above the city. "Do you know where we are? he asked. Akira looked around "A sky scrapper?" he guessed. Hakuren gave him a long, assessing look. With a subtle motion, the window''s began to frost over, thin crystals spreading in intricate patterns. Then, his gaze hardened. "Tell me, Akira-how strong is your will to live?" Akira shrugged. "Strong, i guess..." "Good". without warning, Hakuren grabbed Akira by the chest and hurled him out of the window. As Akira plummeted, Mikage watched from inside, turning to Hakuren with a raised eyebrow. "Wasn''t that a bit much, Hakuren shrugged. "Not really. Sometimes a push is exactly what someone need," he said, watching Akira''s descent. " Creatures tend to show their true nature when they''re staring death in the face." Mikage glanced at him, skeptical. "And if he falls to his demise?" Hakuren chuckled lightly. "oh well. Life goes on. But it would be a shame if he didn''t survive." Meanwhile, Akira was plummeting, panic surging through him as he struggled to find a way to slow his fall. Think, think! He stretched his arms, and suddenly, his pupils flashed with a deep purple hue. Dark shadows began to swirl around his arms and legs, almost instinctively. Realizing this, he reached out, latching onto the glassy side of the sky scrapper, slowing his fall just enough to hit the ground hard but mostly unharmed. Scratched and breathing heavily, he looked up in disbelief.


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    Watching from above, Mikage''s eyes widened. "Amazing". Hakuren smirked, giving him a knowing look. "Looks like i was right." Realizing he was somehow okay, Akira quickly scrambled to his feet and tried to make a run for it. In a flash, Mikage leaped down, landing in front of him, blocking his path. Akira gasped, staring up at him in shock. "How did you just... drop from that height?" "With training," Mikage replied casually, a hint of a grin. Hakuren landed softly beside them and looked Akira in the eye. "You''re coming with us," he said firmly. Akira took a defiant step back, clenching his fists. "What if i don''t want to go with you?" Hakuren''s expression turned cold, and his pupils flashed with an icy glow that sent a chill through the air. He took a step closer, his voice low and unyielding. "Does it look like i was asking?"


    Akira hesitated before finally nodding reluctantly. Mikage clapped his hands, grinning. "Great! The plane leaves in an hour".

 Episode 3

    Akira¡¯s eyes widened, and he responded with irritation. ¡°What do you mean, in an hour? And what am I supposed to tell my parents?¡±


    Hakuren waved a hand dismissively. ¡°Don¡¯t worry about that. We have people handling it. Your parents are being informed you got accepted into an exclusive, impossible-to-enter school.¡±


    Akira narrowed his eyes. ¡°And what if they look up this school?¡±


    Mikage shrugged, smirking. ¡°They¡¯ll find it. We¡¯ve taken care of everything.¡±


    Hakuren turned back to Akira, his voice firm. ¡°Now, go pack your things. We don¡¯t want to be late.¡±


    A car pulled up to drop Akira at his house, and as he stepped out, his parents hurried over, beaming with pride. His mom hugged him tightly. ¡°We¡¯re so proud of you!¡± she exclaimed, then pulled back, noticing his disheveled appearance. ¡°What happened? Why do you look so dirty?¡±


    From the doorway, Hakuren responded calmly, ¡°He was in a fight.¡±


    His mother nodded, surprisingly unbothered, and turned back to Akira. ¡°Go on, honey, pack your things.¡±


    As Akira made his way to his room, he clenched his fists, muttering under his breath, ¡°How did they fall for something so fake?¡±


    A few minutes later, his father came upstairs to help him pack. As they folded clothes and filled Akira¡¯s bags, his dad glanced over, noticing his son¡¯s tense expression. ¡°Is something wrong, Akira?¡±Akira looked at him, hesitating, before forcing a small smile. ¡°No, Dad¡­ why do you ask?¡±


    His father placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. ¡°Because I know when something¡¯s bothering my son,¡± he said softly. He paused, then continued, ¡°If you ever want to leave this¡­ place, just call me. I¡¯ll come and get you, no matter what.¡±


    Akira looked away, his throat tight, and nodded. For a moment, he felt a flicker of reassurance amidst the whirlwind his life had become.


    As Akira finished packing, his mom came upstairs and knocked on the door. ¡°Your teacher is waiting for you,¡± she said with a smile.


    Akira paused, confused. ¡°Teacher? What teacher?¡±


    His mom tilted her head. ¡°What do you mean? Isn¡¯t it Hakuren?¡±


    Akira blinked, quickly covering his confusion. ¡°Oh, yeah¡­ Hakuren.¡±


    From downstairs, Hakuren¡¯s voice carried up the stairs. ¡°The car¡¯s waiting for us. Let¡¯s not waste time!¡±


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    Akira¡¯s parents helped carry his bags down to the waiting car. As they placed the last of his luggage in the trunk, his father suddenly stopped him. ¡°Wait,¡± his dad said, stepping closer.


    Akira turned, watching as his dad unbuckled his watch. The older man held it out to him, his face warm but serious. ¡°I¡¯ve always wanted to have a family heirloom,¡± he began, his voice steady. ¡°So, I bought this watch a long time ago. I¡¯ve been waiting for the right moment to pass it down. And now¡­ I¡¯m giving it to you.¡±


    He gently placed the watch into Akira¡¯s hand, holding it there for a moment. Akira stared at the watch, his emotions swirling. ¡°Dad¡­¡±


    ¡°Take care of it, okay?¡± his father said, giving him a reassuring smile.


    Akira nodded, slipping the watch onto his wrist. As he climbed into the car, he glanced back at his parents, a pang of guilt and longing hitting him as the door closed.


    As the car drove away, Mikage glanced at Akira with a smirk. ¡°You¡¯ve got a nice family,¡± he said casually.


    Akira gave a small smile. ¡°Thanks. What about yours?¡±


    Mikage¡¯s expression darkened slightly. ¡°You don¡¯t need to know,¡± he replied, turning his gaze to the window.


    Breaking the silence, Hakuren leaned forward from his seat. ¡°Do you know how to fight, Akira?¡±


    Akira nodded. ¡°Yeah, I¡¯ve trained in mixed martial arts.¡±


    Hakuren sighed in relief. ¡°Thank God. At least I won¡¯t have to teach you that,¡± he said, leaning back and closing his eyes. Within seconds, he was asleep.


    Akira blinked in surprise. ¡°That was¡­ fast.¡±


    Mikage chuckled. ¡°Yeah, Hakuren¡¯s old. He just turned 200 yesterday.¡±


    Akira¡¯s jaw dropped. ¡°Two hundred?! How long do you people live?¡±


    Mikage shrugged. ¡°It¡¯s hard to say. Most of us don¡¯t live long enough to find out.¡± He paused, his tone turning somber. ¡°The monsters take out most of us before we hit 50. If someone lives longer than that, they¡¯re either insanely strong or just really lucky.¡±


    Akira stared out the window, processing the weight of Mikage¡¯s words. The world he was stepping into felt more dangerous by the second.


    Mikage broke the silence. ¡°We¡¯re sorcerers,¡± he said.


    Akira raised an eyebrow. ¡°Hmm.¡±


    Mikage smirked. ¡°It was obvious you didn¡¯t know what to call us.¡±


    Akira shrugged. ¡°So, you can pull rabbits out of hats, then?¡±


    Mikage rolled his eyes. ¡°Don¡¯t compare us to those fakes.¡±


    Akira chuckled. ¡°I know, I know. But what if you guys use gadgets to cheat?¡±


    Mikage shrugged. ¡°We use them¡­ when it¡¯s necessary.¡±


    Akira leaned forward, curious. ¡°Sooo¡­ use fire now.¡±


    Mikage sighed, clearly unimpressed with the request. He extended his palm, and flames erupted, dancing around his fingers.


    Akira¡¯s eyes widened in amazement. ¡°Whoa! Doesn¡¯t that burn you?¡±


    Mikage grinned. ¡°Nope. Fire users like me can only get burned if the fire¡¯s hotter than what our bodies can handle.¡±


    Akira leaned back, still staring at the flame. ¡°That¡¯s¡­ insane.¡±


    Mikage smirked, extinguishing the fire with a flick of his wrist. ¡°Stick around. You¡¯ll see crazier things soon enough.¡±


    Akira turned to Mikage, curiosity evident in his voice. ¡°So, where¡¯s this school located?¡±


    ¡°In the UK,¡± Mikage replied nonchalantly.


    Akira¡¯s eyes widened in amazement. ¡°Wait¡ªyou speak English?¡±


    Mikage smirked. ¡°Only a little.¡±


    Akira frowned. ¡°Then how do you even talk to people there?¡±


    Mikage tugged at his collar, revealing a small glowing magic circle etched onto his neck. ¡°This,¡± he said. ¡°It¡¯s a language charm. It Let''s me understand and speak any language.¡±


    Akira leaned closer, eyes gleaming with fascination. ¡°Wow, I want one!¡±


    Mikage chuckled. ¡°If you¡¯re accepted, you¡¯ll get one. Maybe.¡±


    Before Akira could reply, Mikage¡¯s expression turned serious as he glanced outside the window. Somet


    hing had caught his attention. His eyes narrowed. ¡°The car,¡± he muttered. Then he shouted, ¡°Akira, duck!¡±