《Legends of Zoltak》


 BOOK ONE: THE AWAKENING CHAPTER ONE (Prologue): THE BIRTH OF THE REALM

    I opened my eyes to an unfamiliar ceiling. My mind foggy, I tried to recall my past, fragments of memories danced before me: battles fought, loved ones lost, and even memories of ancient past and lost history being bestowed by the voice of the Radiant Dawn.


    The flowing radiant essence of life that shaped the growing scale of reality can be traced back to the pitch darkness of the realm. The realm was still and empty and the chaotic essence of life began to envelop the realm as waves of its pure aetheric energy raced between spaces. Over millennium the first lights of the realm began to blossom, the transformation of the chaotic aetheric energy brought forth the first illuminating beam of light that shinned upon the pitch darkness of the realm marking a new era


    The first millennium has passed and the birth of the first illuminating lights has marked a new age and era for the realm, with that as the foundation of what¡¯s to come the hands of time began to take a turn. The first age of time had begun and this was a masking of the transformation of the chaotic energy which was eventually called aether which gives the interpretation of the blooming radiant of life, this transformation has already marked the foundation and new birth for the soon be made entities of the realm. Within the empty void and spaces of the realm, the restructuring of the waves of aether that flowed within those spaces started to form the first filament which acted as the first painted canvas for the realm, this was the age of the first millennium the formation of the heavens.


    It was the age of the second millennium and aetheric matter has already taken up new forms, within the memories of lost history it was like I could witness these events from within the clouds in the heavens of this young realm when the earth were being formed, the interlocks of multiple aetheric matter created more stronger bonds and shapes that brought forth the very first element, earth. The earth took many forms from tall peaks that could take weeks to climb, soft tiny earth that cast it golden glow upon the land and so many more wonders that started to take form within the realm. Eventually the structure of this new bonds underwent another transformation. As the waves of aetheric energy blew from the surface of the earth another elements was born, water. This liquid form of matter gushed upon the surface of earth covering large portions of land that could span several distance beyond creating pockets of water known as seas, rivers and streams, it was like a piece of fabric placed and carefully arranged on a sewing table.


    The second millennium was coming to a close and within these memories, I could somehow perceive the felling of warmth as the golden light cast a warm glow over the earth, newly formed sea and rolling hills, as the hands of time drew it close on the second millennium a new age was about to burst into the realm and the time of the third began. Aether still flowed violently as it continued to change its shapes and structure, I could sense the chaotic outburst of aether as the realm moves towards it next stage of creation. Storms brew and the first ever wind blew over the surface of the earth, the storm came crashing down, it was like of anything I have ever witnessed, the storm raged for decades before finally settling down and at that moment aether brought upon a blessing, a blessing that had marked itself as the main trajectory that launch the realm into an era of tranquility, it was the formation of the first living organism known as plant life. Plant life was the very beginning of complex living organism that were created within the realm, it spread like wildfire upon the surface of the earth, given few decades the realm was already home to verities of seed bearing plants. The first three millennium also known as The Aethereal Dawn served as the era that first shaped our realm with that of harmony and balance.


    Although as I delve deeper into the memories, I witness another event which took place after the era of The Aethereal Dawn, the event that took our realm by storm. The fourth millennium approaches and without warning a huge burst of cataclysmic aetheric energy exploded within the realm, causing a state of imbalance between the structured aetheric bonds of the realm, this era holds series of events of chaos and imbalance. The first event called Terra Ascensa began during the first ages of the fourth millennium, the burst of the cataclysmic aetheric energy sends ripping surges of waves that pulled the earth apart, striking loud crakes filled the air as landscapes were being pulled apart and rising away from their roots, the landscape began to unravel. Mountains, once anchored to the earth, now pierced the heavens like shards of splintered stone. Valleys transformed into abyssal trenches, their depths yawning like the maws of hungry beasts. The sky darkened, and the air grew thick with otherworldly energy. The land itself seemed to writhe and twist, as if it was alive and in agony. The sound of shattering stone and screaming earth echoed through the realm, a cacophony of destruction. The cataclysm raged on, reshaping the world¡¯s very essence. The land, once a fixed and immutable entity, had become fluid, malleable, and unpredictable. Towering spires of rock burst forth from the earth, their peaks hiding in clouds.


    Waterfalls cascaded into the void, creating lakes and rivers that floated in mid-air. The skies themselves were transformed, as if the very fabric of reality had been rewoven. Clouds coalesced into impossible shapes, their forms shifting and flowing like liquid. Plants that had once clung to the earth now found themselves bound to the sky, their roots digging deep into stone that pierced the heavens. The world was reborn, forged in the crucible of chaos.


    In the wake of Terra Ascensa, the realm struggled to find balance. The skies still trembled, and the earth shuddered. But amidst this turmoil a new cataclysm brewed. Ignis Eximius, the second event that began as a whisper. Chaotic aetheric energy being transformed into flickers of flame which danced across the horizon, casting shadows on the ascended landscapes. The air thickened with heat, heavy with the scent of smoke and ash. As time passed, the whispers grew to roars. Infernos erupted, consuming all in their path. Mountains melted, their stone hearts bursting forth in molten rivers. The Pyrope Wastes spreads, a vast expanse of burning desolation. The earth itself seemed consumed by the inferno. Ignis Eximius has reshaped the realm forging a region of fire and stone.


    Marking its final event of the fourth millennium, the realm trembled as Gelus Aeternum, the eternal winter, descended upon another region of the realm. Frost crept across the land, crystalline tendrils spreading from the poles like ethereal fingers. Mountains now glittered with ice, their rugged peaks transformed into shimmering spires. Valleys froze into glassy expanses, reflecting the somber hues of the sky. The heavens themselves turned deep, foreboding grey, as if the very fabric of reality had been woven from threads of sorrow. Clouds of crystalline ice drifted, shedding shards that pierced the earth like splintered stone. Rivers, once flowing with life giving waters, froze into crystalline ribbons, their surfaces etched with the whispers of the wind. Lakes, once shimmering turned to glassy expenses reflecting the desolate beauty of the frozen world. The earth itself seemed to slumber, its pulse slowed by the ice grip. The very heartbeat of the realm grew faint, as if the Cryoan Freeze had stifled the realm vital energies.


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    The Cryoan Freeze deepened entombing landscapes beneath towering ice sheets. Valleys became frozen canyons, their walls gleaming with ice brilliance. As the eternal winter held sway, the realm¡¯s very essence began to change. The aetheric energies, once balanced, now resonated with the frozen harmony.


    In the ravaged wake of Gelus Aeternum, the realm stumbled into the fifth millennium, scarred and reeling. The aetheric turmoil persisted, unleashing Ardoris Incendium, a cataclysm that would reduce a once verdant region to a scorched wasteland. As the skies turned a sickly shade of brass, the land began to writhe and convulse. Fissures burst forth, spewing forth molten rock and noxious fumes. The earth¡¯s crust shattered, birthing twisted canyons and jagged rock formations. The heat was unrelenting, a palpable entity that crushed all in its grasp. Water sources evaporated, leaving behind salt-encrusted craters. The air shimmered with mirages, tantalizing oases that vanished into nothingness. Amidst this desolation, life adapted warped and twisted, yet resilient. The Herba Pyrope also known as the fire herb emerged, their irregular, crimson leaves feeding on the intense leaves heat. These hardy plants thrived, their roots delving deep into the scorched earth. The blazing desolation forged a region of the realm of burning stone and sand where dunes shifted like restless spirits. Rock formation twisted into grotesque, organic shapes, as if the land itself had been tortured.


    The winds howled, a mournful chorus that echoed through the wasteland. Sandstorms raged, reducing visibility to near zero. Yet, within this furnace, the fire herbs flourished ¨C an unnatural, hellish beauty. The Ardoris Incendium had reshaped the world, crafting a region of the realm of burning desolation. The very fabric of reality seemed to have been forged in the crucible of fire and stone.


    In the fifth millennium, the aetheric turmoil continued and spawned Tempestas Aeterna ¨C an era of unrelenting storms. The skies darkened, as if the heavens themselves had grown sullen. Cool breezes whispered through another region of the realm, promising respite with every rainfall, the storms awakened ¨C cataclysmic tempests that shook the earth. These are no ordinary storms. Thunder boomed, shattering stone and shaking the foundation of the realm. Lightning sliced through the darkness, illuminating the twisted landscapes. Rain lashed down, threatening to consume all in its path. The storm endured for days, weeks and even month. Valleys became raging torrents, carving new paths through the rocky terrain. Mountains trembled, their peaks shrouded in veils of mist and cloud. The region, known as Sylvanara (land of storms), became a realm of unending turmoil. Yet, within this maelstrom, new minerals formed: Fulmenite an electrically charged ore that absorbed the never relenting electrical energies from the storms, Temptium, a durable metal, tempered by the storms ¡®fury, and so many astonishing materials.


    As the fifth millennium drew to a close, the raging aetheric energies began to coalesce, setting upon specific locations. In the heart of the turbulent sea, a churning vortex appeared, marking the birth of The Aetherspire. The water swirled, foaming with frenzied energy, as the spiral arms of the spire emerged from the depths. The vortex grew, its influence spreading across the horizon. Wild aetheric currents, once threatening to unravel reality, were drawn into the spire embrace. The Aetherspire¡¯s radiance illuminated the surrounding waters, casting an ethereal glow on the waves. As the spire¡¯s power intensified, the sea itself began to transform. Towering waves subsided, replaced by crystalline waters that reflected the beauty of the nascent harmony. At its core, the radiant spire burned with intensity, its light piercing the darkness. The very fabric of reality seemed to bend around this shinning, as if the realm itself was drawn to its power. Aetheric energies now calm and balanced, harmonized the realm¡¯s forces.


    In this crucible of creation, I can clearly see the forces that raged the realm for millenniums as they gently spired into The Aetherspire. A secondary phenomenon unfolded in the distant region of celesterra. This cataclysmic event, known as the Kyrexi Ascension, reshaped the landscape. A tenuous thread of aetheric energy gathered from the raging aetheric force that shaped the lands connected the shattered sky landscape above to the rugged terrain below. At the nexus of this connections, gentle streams of aetheric force trickled from the fractured heavens to the earthly realm. The streams gentle flow belied their profound impact. Within this region, spanning miles despite the stream¡¯s slender width, gravity¡¯s hold relaxed. Rocks, boulders, and even massive stone monoliths floated suspended in mid-air as if defying the fundamentals forces of the realm. This eerie landscape stretched across the horizon. I realized the Kyrexi Ascension was a direct consequence of the Aetherspire but why and how? Two phenomenon of the absorbing of the chaotic energy aetheric energy that ravaged the realm shouldn¡¯t really exist, one alone is sure to be enough to balance and harmonize the ravaging essence.


    As I continued to gaze into this flowing memories, the Aetherspire¡¯s radiant vortex pieced the turbulent sea, its essence resonating through time. An ominous feeling settled within me. The aetheric energies, once harmonious, began to decay and reform. Chaos seeped into their rhythms, like a whispered secret. I pondered this anomaly, questioning the purpose of the Aetherspire. Hadn¡¯t its sole intentions been to calm the raging aetheric bursts? Why, then, did the energies now grow more turbulent? My thought delved into the depths of remembrance, seeking answers. And then, it surfaced. This feeling, this essence, had emerged before. During the fourth millennium, its presence had sparked the great Aetheric Burst. Intrigued, I probed deeper. The birth of this essence had disrupted the aetheric balance, unleashing chaotic flows upon the realm. But what was this mysterious force?


    Upon further examination, I discovered a startling truth. This essence was aether, yet not aether. It was its counterpart, born from the fabric of aether itself. Nether, the silent companion to Aether¡¯s creative spark. Nether had always existed, entwined with Aether¡¯s essence. However, its presence remained dormant, undetectable until the fourth millennium¡¯s cataclysmic event. The great Aetheric Burst had been Nether¡¯s awakening, its introduction to the realm.


    My gaze returned to the Aetherspire, now teeming with an accumulation of Nether, the vortex¡¯s core pulsed with an intense energy. Why did Nether converge here, in this majestic structure? And then, I noticed it ¨C the Kyrexi Ascension, once a localized phenomenon, now expanded in width. New forms of aetheric energies emerged, born from the Aetherspire¡¯s heart. But these energies were not alone, they were matched by an equivalent surge in Nether¡¯s production. A ratio of Aether to Nether, balanced and intertwined. This was the realm¡¯s New Harmony, forged in the crucible of chaos. As I beheld this transformed landscape, the air thickened with anticipation. The Aetherspire now known as the Netherspire and Kyrexi Ascension stood as twin foci, their energies building toward a critical juncture. The realm held its breath, poised on the cusp of transformation. The fabric of reality vibrated with tension, like the quite before a storm. The symphony of Aether and Nether reached a fevered pitch, their harmonies blending into singular, expectant note.


    And then, silence. The stillness was oppressive, heavy with the weight of impending change. I sensed it ¨C the threshold of a new era, the precipice of the unknown. The world held its breath, waiting for the next beat in the cosmic rhythm.

 CHAPTER TWO: THE TETHERING ENTITIES

    The steam from my cup curled lazily into the cold, thin air, swirling like ghosts of forgotten thoughts. I stood at the mountain¡¯s peak, where the world below was veiled by a thick blanket of mist. Up here, silence reigned, a quiet so profound it felt like I¡¯d drifted to the edge of existence itself. The icy wind carried whispers of the past, but the serenity of this place could not calm the tempest that raged in my mind. Each sip of tea was like an anchor, grounding me in the present as memories of the Radiant Dawn clawed at my consciousness. These fragments¡ªfaint laughter, fleeting sorrow, sharp pangs of joy and despair¡ªtangled together, a knot I couldn''t untangle. The harder I tried to focus, the more distant they became, like water slipping through my fingers.


    My fingers trembled slightly as I set the cup down beside me. The act of writing, of recording these experiences in my testorium, had always brought clarity before. But now, even with pen in hand and parchment laid before me, the task felt insurmountable. My heart beat loud in my ears as I tried to remember what had once been so vivid, yet now felt just out of reach. The mountain breeze, which should have been invigorating, only deepened the feeling of isolation within my thoughts.


    I tried to concentrate on those voices and feelings rather than forcing my way through, I could feel the memories flowing in once again but in a gentler manner, makes it seem like I¡¯m being transported back, back to the setting that change and pushed the realm towards another evolutionary state.


    Once again, I found myself in the early days of the realm, everything I see, touch, fell, smell feels as if I have truly gone back to the early days of the realm, but it all a vision, I exist in some sort of astral state, where I get to witness these events just like reality, I do not have the ability to physically pull myself away from these events been shown to me. But somehow once I¡¯m back to my conscious self, my testorium is usually been filled with words describing everything I have witnessed during my time diving within the flowing surges of memories including this as well. As for the current memories, I could see the netherspire continuing to grow and increase in power, the kyrexi also continued to generate more power in respect to the netherspire, this increased growth in power went on for five hundred years and this marked the end of the fifth millennium and the beginning of the sixth.


    As the hands of time struck upon the sixth millennium, the eye of the netherspire burst forth netheric energies as a beam of light that reached the heavens, it radiating dark red glow engulf a large portion of the sky as the sea trembles and became chaotic and wild, as turbulences and waves raged against each other as they clashed. The kyrexi was not any stable either, the energies that trickled from the fractured heavens to the earthly realm became more intense. The overwhelming force created a sphere from beneath, the intense pour of energy seems to be condensing into a singular point and that point became a tiny sphere that grew as it sucked in these energies. Beneath the sphere lies something that takes the resemblance of tree roots, this so called aetheric roots spread all across the land. The netherspire was of no difference, within the eye lies a sphere that absorbed the netheric energies generated by the spire while using it beam of energy to project the immense energy being gathered. As more energy funneled into the sphere, its surface shimmered and rippled, expanding until it grew into a cocoon, nearly opaque now, but still pulsing faintly. The energy within the cocoon was no longer the same as that which fed it from below. Inside, the raw power underwent a subtle transformation, becoming denser, more concentrated, and yet... different.


    The same also went for the kyrexi, as the cocoon drank the aetheric energy that poured from above, its tendrils glowed with a soft, blue light. The absorbed energy swirled within and became more concentrated. The cocoon radiated a new kind of energy, one that defied the basic structure of aether, it was as if the energy itself was undergoing an evolutionary transformation ¡ªpurified, refined, and something more. Time passed, though it was quite hard to tell how much but I estimate around six hundred years, so this marked the year six hundred of the sixth millennium (6m 600y). The netherspire cocoon remained suspended above the sea and the kyrexi cocoon remained suspended to the rugged terrain below, a silent witness to the forces that created it.


    As the cocoons reached its peak of energy accumulation, the very fabric of the realm¡¯s reality trembled. The netherspire¡¯s wild and chaotic energy and the kyrexi¡¯s soothing and calm energy burst out of the respective cocoons, unleashing a cataclysmic event known as the Ripping Convergence. From within the cocoon¡¯s, two astral beings emerged, these entities which are now known as the first living intelligent entities to be born into the realm, the first sentient life form or should I say omni-form called the Great Ones. These entities are living manifestation of their respective energies, they embody the essence of their realms. The aetheric entity whose name was eventually known to be called Astraea meaning the radiating dawn or dawn¡¯s radiance had it majestic astral form to dissolve, reforming slender arms and legs along with height towering mountains, to be coalesced into a humanoid figure with delicate expressions, adorned with aetheric astral dress that shimmered like stardust with a beautiful blue glow. I haven¡¯t seen such beautiful before, it was like no other.


    Astraea¡¯s gaze fell upon its new form, and it recoiled, bewildered.


    ¡°What¡­What am I?¡± Astraea whispered, voice like a gentle breeze. ¡°How did I come to be?¡± Long, dazzling hair cascaded down its back, framing a face both familiar and strange. Astraea¡¯s eyes, once shining stars, now sparkled with curiosity. With it blue shinning eyes Astraea looked ahead ¡°Another,¡± Astraea murmured, sensing an echo of itself elsewhere. ¡°Similar, yet¡­..yet different.¡± A shiver ran down its spine as it felt the other presence more, like a discordant note in a symphony. The sensation was unpleasant, repelling Astraea.


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    ¡°No¡± it whispered ¡°I cannot¡­I mustn¡¯t, at least for now.¡±


    Astraea¡¯s gaze lifted to the sky, fascinated by the breathtaking landscape formation above where the gentle stream of aetheric energy poured down to the rugged terrain, the place of it birth. The aetheric being blue glowing eyes locked onto the highest point of dense air, where the skyscapes converged.


    ¡°Ohh¡­and what would that be? Said with a gentle soothing voice and ethereal smile, Astraea reach it palm slightly forward as raw aether began to haze out only to envelop it body afterwards. The being soared upward at blasting speed, leaving turmoil of its newfound existence behind. Meanwhile, in a distance, within the shimmering sea, the netheric being bestowing it name to be called Khora¡¯gnix meaning stirring void or the growing abyss had it transformation mirror Astraea but with subtle differences like shorter white hair, broader physique, beautiful dark red glowing mantle and eyes.


    ¡°I¡­..see,¡± the nether entity said with a smooth and alluring voice. Its gaze fell upon its new form ¡°Oh? A prison? No¡­that¡¯s not it, more like a shell to house the true me¡±. It look straight above only to sense another like and not quite like itself only to advert it gaze elsewhere the next minute ¡°That can come later¡±, the response had an unsettling feeling within me. It looked below the spire only to see that the netherspire ripped a little hole to another plane beneath the very realm¡¯s earth, khro¡¯gnix moved closer and used it hands to rip the hole wider, within was a distorted and chaotic plane ¡°This should do nicely¡± the netheric being dived within the eye of the netherspire. As Astraea reached the highest point of dense air, it gazed out upon the realm only to take it time to embrace the beautiful essence of this majestic plane of existence. Astraea, with its immense power, focused its energy to create a plane that would serve as a sanctuary and reflection of its beauty. B \y channeling its essence, Astraea generated a concentrated burst of aetheric energy, which coalesced and formed the Aetherial Barrier. This barrier separated Elysium, the domain of the aetheric radiant omnikon from the earthly domain, protecting it and isolating it sacred nature.


    The Aetherial Barrier is a translucent, crystalline structure infused with aether. It pulsates with a soft, ethereal glow, allowing filtered sunlight to pass through while keeping darkness and malevolent forces at bay. The barrier happens to be impermeable to physical harm and objects, permeable to energy and responsive to aether¡¯s will.


    ¡°Ha¡­.so¡­.Beautiful!! I can spend eternity here just gazing upon the wonder of this world. This world brought forth a gift to me¡­.a gift I will be eternally grateful for¡­.my existence¡­ and I shall pay such generosity back by making it my eternal purpose to ensure the peaceful flow and growth of this realm.¡±


    Astraea had a beautiful and soothing smile with it eyes glimmering with hope and desires, truly this is the first of all kind, the first thinking beings to walk the realm. ¡°Within me, I sense an enormous power, power beyond comprehension. This power¡­let me see how far I can utilize these abilities y experimenting. This isolated space will surly help me¡±. While stretching it arm forward, Astraea could manipulate the etheric structure of the few landscapes in it domain by breaking down and restructuring the aetheric bond within the elements, this altered their original natural make up into a modified version of it choice. With this Astraea was able to craft an earthly material that surpasses the thickness and strength of natural earth. Using this new crafted elements, Astraea was able to create towering structures that divided its domain into five layers or level, this levels are known as the seats of Elysium. The purpose of this structures and partitions are still unknown of at this point, but what I do know is that the structures and partitioning took one hundred standard years (6m 700y).


    Elysium wasn¡¯t only home to towering structures and landscape, it was also home to zilt, a special type of crystal that only formed in Elysium, the crytal had a special property of absorbing aether amplifying growth while radiating it in a form of a blue-white tint. These crystals are said to be multifaceted. It serves as a symbol of balance, reflecting the celestial equilibrium that governs Elysium.


    The landscape surrounding the structure wasn¡¯t merely an afterthought; it was an extension of Astraea''s very will. Rolling hills, radiant with soft, silvery light, sloped toward the base of the structure. Gentle rivers, filled not with water but with liquid aether, shimmered in hues of pale blue and lavender, flowing endlessly in perfect symmetry. Waterfalls cascaded down from the high cliffs, their source seemingly from nowhere and everywhere at once, as if the very air bled light. Each section of this tower structure was unique. Other sections, equally grand, carried their own mysteries. Some appeared to be untouched, great forests, where trees glittered with dew-like drops of pure energy, bordered fields of smooth, reflective grass. Towering mountains, their peaks lost in clouds of light, these areas were vast, seemingly without end, as though they defied the very concept of space and time. And yet, they were undeniably linked to the structure''s heart.


    The fifth and final section, however, was Astraea¡¯s true domain. The pinnacle of her creation. It wasn¡¯t just another part of the tower it was the Heart of Elysium, her personal seat of power. The very ground shimmered as though made of polished crystal, yet it felt soft underfoot, like the finest woven silk. Towering pillars, made of a material that resembled liquid moonstone, reached into the star-filled sky, supporting an open vault through which the cosmos itself seemed to gaze back. Rivers of light flowed from the base of the pillars, their currents slow and deliberate, guiding those who walked through this domain. The waterfalls here cascaded more softly, their streams trailing in midair as if gravity obeyed Astraea''s will alone.


    Standing at the heart of her domain, Astraea surveyed the sprawling beauty of her creation. Her gaze lingered on the endless expanse before her, and though her expression remained serene, there was a glimmer of anticipation in her eyes. A pause, a silence, as though the entire realm waited for her next command. With a quiet breath, she spoke.


    "Now, let¡¯s see how well you all function."


    The words lingered in the air, subtle yet weighted. There was no direct explanation, no revelation, but the meaning was unmistakable. Astraea had created something something sentient, perhaps. Something that would soon awaken and serve a purpose she had yet to reveal. And as the final echoes of her words faded into the endless sky, the realm itself seemed to stir, as if whatever she had brought into existence was finally ready to begin its work.

 CHAPTER THREE: A BLISS IN THE SHADOWS

    The dawn broke over the mountains, a reluctant light spilling across the jagged peaks like a thief sneaking into a darkened room. I rose from my thin mattress, the chill of the morning air creeping through the cracks of the old cabin. The world outside was a swirling mass of mist and shadows, remnants of the night clinging to the ground like forgotten memories. I welcomed the familiar routine, the monotony a comfort in a life otherwise steeped in uncertainty.


    I shuffled to the hearth, stoking the embers that glowed dully, coaxing them back to life. As the fire crackled and roared, I retrieved my kettle, filled it with water from the tarnished basin, and set it atop the flames. The scent of damp earth wafted through the air as I prepared my sweet tea, the only luxury I allowed myself in this solitary existence. Each sip was a moment of clarity amid the chaos of my thoughts.


    With the kettle whistling, I poured the steaming liquid into my chipped mug, savoring the first taste that warmed my insides. I took a seat at the weathered table, where my testorium lay waiting. Its pages were filled with the weight of memories and visions I have witnessed, reflections of a life lived on the edge of a forgotten realm. The ink had bled in places, mirroring the turmoil within me, but the act of writing grounded me.


    My simple breakfast awaits, a fresh loaf, fried eggs, grounded cheese and some of my perfectly brewed tea. As I ate, I began to glance through my testorium, deep in thought I wondered ¡°from time to time, I see the past, records of time lost to the inhabitants of this realm. If only I gained these knowledge sooner then. Although in all honesty, I don¡¯t think it will be of any use with these level of info I have seen so far. *sigh* say¡­..you promised to show me everything, do your best to uphold that promise¡±. And so I continued with my breakfast, the morning sun began to rise and shine its golden light upon the peaks around me, truly a magnificent and peaceful sight.


    Suddenly, a noise broke the peace and quietness in the whole room, the door creaked open, and in strode a young elf. Her name was known as Caelith, she was lively as the wind, contrasting sharply with my subdued presence. She wore a wide grin, her laughter ringing out like chimes, a stark reminder of the vibrancy of life. ¡°Morning, old man!¡± she teased, her voice a mixture of mischief and warmth. ¡°Old man? Do you have any idea how old I am??¡± ¡°Umm yeah, aren¡¯t you around sixty or something?¡± ¡°Sixty?? Did you just say sixty? I¡¯m still mid twenty? Also stop calling me that¡±?) I replied, my tone flat, but the hint of a smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. She was relentless in her banter, her spirit unyielding even as the world outside was often grim and unforgiving. Caelith moved with a grace that belied her size, her hands deftly rearranging the meager kitchen as she prepared for the day ahead. Her short, blond hair shimmered in the dim light, and she possessed an energy that was almost infectious, even if I often felt undeserving of it.


    ¡°I¡¯m still convinced you¡¯ve taken pity on me, even tho you shouldn¡¯t¡± I said, watching her bustle about. There was truth to my jest; she had come into my life when I had little left to offer anyone. It was clear she felt indebted, though she never spoke of it directly. Instead, she channeled that debt into chores and laughter, filling the empty spaces I had carved out for myself. ¡°Pity? Hardly! You¡¯re lucky to have me around, if not for me you would have probably died on that chair of yours¡± she quipped, tossing a dishrag playfully at my head. ¡°Who else would keep your old bones from turning to dust? Besides, I need you to help me sell these herbs of yours don¡¯t you? They¡¯re not going to deliver themselves.¡±


    We often gathered the exotic mountain herbs that grew in the craggy landscape around us, the mountain aptitude provides rich flows of aether that increases the herbs properties. Selling them was a way to make living for myself as for this time, although my old occupation provides way more income than this but often places risks on my very life. As we prepared to set out, I couldn¡¯t help but admire her calm and playful energy she gives off, something I have lost a long time ago, though she was often loud and unreserved, there was a kindness in her that I couldn¡¯t ignore. I felt a strange sense of purpose in our routine, the back-and-forth teasing a balm for the scars of my past. Yet, beneath the laughter and camaraderie, I sensed the weight of our shared existence, the looming shadows that always felt one step behind us.


    ¡°Ready, old man?¡± she called, her voice bright, yet there was a flicker of something else in her eyes¡ªan awareness of the world outside our fragile bubble. It was clear the moments of that very time she spent there will be forever be engraved in her mind.


    ¡°Ready as I¡¯ll ever be,¡± I replied, the words tinged with a grim reality. Together, we stepped out into the mist, our breaths mingling with the cold air, a fleeting reminder that even in the darkest corners, there was still light to be found.


    ¡°Urgggggg¡­ this is exhausting, my back hurts¡±, ¡°aren¡¯t you the one who was eager to get to work? We are almost there so don¡¯t complain anymore¡± I replied as we both gathered baskets full of exotic herbs from the shimmering and cold mountains, strapped to our back, we were a long way from home and heading to the local market within the off skirt town, it was a conjunction between the coast and the territory of Arcania. We often take the long route along the hills to avoid in-road interactions, at least that what I told Caelith. I personal avoid the actual road that leads to the town due to personal reasons.


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    Upon our arrival, we meet with our merchant that often buys our exotic herbs for at least a decent price. ¡° FINALLY¡­¡± she said as she dropped the basket full of herbs on the ground, she stretched out and caught her breath, ¡°what??¡± she said to me while I stood by and stared at her at the corner of my eye ¡°As usual, looks like you can¡¯t keep up with this old man you keep referring to¡± ¡°Oh spare me, apologies for me not having the stamina of a horse. Is a two hour journey with a basket full of herbs while walking bear footed a joke to you? Also I get we are trying to minimize in-road interactions but still, taking the main route is a lot faster, we can even board an ark-rail system while we are at it.¡± with no response I made my way through the throng of town folks and traders that filled the square leaving Caelith behind to haggle over herbs with the local vendor. ¡°Did he just¡­??? *sighs* wished he didn¡¯t keep to himself. Hay Mr. Merchant you still buying?¡± Just as I turned the corner, the heavy drumbeat of a parade rolled through the streets. It was an anniversary, a tribute to the heroes who once bled to save this realm by uniting the races once more against a common enemy, if only it was such a simple fairytale.


    Banners hung above the streets, their faded colors catching the sunlight as humans, elves, and solarians marched in unison, the echoes of their synchronized footsteps reverberating down the cobbled streets. There was a solemn beauty to it, a reminder of the strong bond we all share as one. People around me cheered and threw flowers into the street as Sovereignty knights from the capital passed, each carrying the insignia of the legendary individuals that placed everything on the line, their soul, sanity and will was no exception. Yet, as I watched, a pang of something darker gnawed at me, a familiar ache that reminded me of what corruption still lingered around, beneath all that gleaming metal and polished bravado lies some with hearth of darkness.


    I knew well enough that not all battles are fought on open ground. Beneath this parade of unity, the murky currents of corruption still ran deep, political entanglements twisting like roots in the soil. I could see it in the polished smiles of the magistrates on their horses, their presence almost mocking in its grandeur. They sat above the people as if untouchable, reminders that the real power lay in the shadows, the few heroes I trust are still the only ones holding what¡¯s left of our race together, without them, we might as well met our ends.


    ¡°This marked our races survival against an impending threat¡± ¡°Yes, it does, but¡­weren¡¯t there six great heroes who saved and reunited the races?¡± ¡°Why yes, there were six but there were rumors that the sixth disappeared¡± ¡°I heard, the sixth was the one who singlehandedly defeat you know who and disappeared afterwards¡± ¡°Really? The sixth must be one heck of a powerhouse, praise zoltak the sixth was on our side¡±


    I couldn¡¯t help but overhear the conversation of the townsfolks behind me, their continue chatter was hard to ignore but if what they say is true, I wonder where the sixth is right now? As I returned to the marketplace, I found her waiting near the herb stall, arms crossed, with a sharp look that hinted at both frustration and impatience. Her voice, as always, had an edge to it, and before I could even say a word.


    "So, decided to return, have we?" she began, tone sharp but eyes glinting with the faintest trace of amusement. "I¡¯ve only been left here, haggling with mountain-folk and travelers for nearly an eternity. Do you realize what you missed while you were off doing¡­ whatever it is you do?" nodding with a mock solemnity, i glanced over her collection. ¡°I can see you managed just fine,¡± examining a bundle of herbs she¡¯d arranged with an almost unsettling precision. ¡°Sold a fair bit to the merchant, too. Impressive.¡± I hoped a mild compliment might ease the sharpness of her gaze, but she rolled her eyes, unfazed.


    ¡°Of course, I managed,¡± she said with a shrug, lifting a bundle of crimson-leafed Aranon root. ¡°More than managed. This lot practically sells itself, though I had to remind more than a few that good mountain herbs don¡¯t come cheap.¡± She leaned in, voice dropping. ¡°And no, before you ask, I didn¡¯t take the first offer like you always do.¡± ¡°Wait, you mean you didn¡¯t sell it to the first merchant we meet and this aren¡¯t just leftovers from his purchase?¡± ¡°His prices were low so I found someone else who is willing to buy them for a good price, nothing wrong with that?¡±


    We began to make our way back, winding through the narrow paths of the market, past stalls hawking everything from relics to relics to strange potions in clouded bottles. I looked over at her, admiring her ease in this setting, her quick retorts that never failed to amuse and frustrate me. But something in her demeanor, her resilience, stirred a more profound reflection within me, a sharp reminder of the harsh undercurrents running through this world.


    I knew, perhaps better than most, the sort of weight that corruption could inflict. She was here, living in my small mountain refuge, carrying herself with a pride and tenacity that I could only respect, because of the twisted entities that had left her few other options. She was one of many caught between survival and circumstance and even beyond, one whose resilience was born of necessity rather than choice. Thinking back brings nothing but pain to my heart, if only I¡­*sigh*


    As we walked, I couldn¡¯t help but think of the path she might have had if her world weren¡¯t tainted by those who inhabits corruption, the invisible force that held power and burrowed deep within our very civilization. The silence between us grew, but it was a shared silence, heavy with unspoken understanding. And despite her earlier frustration, she gave me a faint, almost knowing smirk, as if sensing my thoughts.


    ¡°Something on your mind, old man?¡± she asked, raising an eyebrow.


    I shook my head, the slightest smile tugging at the corner of my mouth. "Just... glad you¡¯re safe, that¡¯s all." ¡°Safe??¡± ¡°Uhh..I mean, I¡¯m glad you are here, here¡­right here¡±


    ¡°Pfft¡­Hahhahahahahah!!! Oh, please," she chuckled, her voice rising with each word, a sparkle in her eyes. "You? Glad? Now that¡¯s rich!" He shook her head, shoulders shaking as she stifled another laugh, though a few more snickers escaped. The sound was light, almost contagious, her usual wit softened into a genuine, mirthful laugh. She took a deep breath, trying to regain composure, but her smirk betrayed her. "Honestly," she managed, still catching her breath, wiping away a stray tear from the corner of her eye. ¡°I know what buzzing through that head of yours, but I¡¯m telling you to forget it, it all in the past, as long as I am here, I¡¯m fine the way things already are. So move it old man¡± only to hit me in the rear and took a sprint forward.

 CHAPTER FOUR: SORE WOUNDS

    ¡°Yawnnnnnnn¡­*sounds of bed sheets rattling* it morning? *proceeds to get down from the bed and get dressed and moves to the Common Hall¡± ¡°Good morning ol¡­*sigh*¡±


    Every morning it¡¯s the same scene. This old man, as I call him, seems to just drift off without warning. But it¡¯s not the usual kind of tiredness. There''s something off about it, something I can¡¯t quite place. His eyes¡­when they¡¯re open¡­always look hollow, like they¡¯re drained of life. Almost as if he¡¯s just... well, dead.


    I shake the thought off, glancing away. What he dreams about or whatever it is he does in that silent, dead-eyed stare... not my business, right? Besides he doesn¡¯t tell me anything about himself, he is a total mystery, anytime I ask about it, his whole character changes, it almost as if I¡¯m staring at someone else, that presence usually send chill down my spine and I know for a fact firsthand how terrifying he really is under that simple calm face he puts on all the time. How annoying, he can at least share and be more of himself around me. Seeing him like this, I can¡¯t help but feel sympathetic towards him, he must be holding in a lot, I wish I can help just like the way he did for me. If not him that day, I might still be living in such a miserable world.


    I decided to make breakfast and kept his nice and warm in case he awakens from¡­whatever it is he does. I sat opposite to where he was at the table and began to eat, after a while I had finished my meal with only a cup of tea that remains and he still hasn¡¯t woken up.


    ¡°So you¡¯re just going to stay like that huh¡­*proceeds to poke his head*¡­well I just can¡¯t sit around here doing nothing, why don¡¯t I shop for a while, we are running low on some food¡±


    Normally we often go together or more like he does the shopping and I personally tag along, he always have specific routes to take and time to go out when leaving the house of the house but since he¡¯s out cold I guess I¡¯ll go alone today. "Dressed in comfortable, flowing trousers that cascaded to my ankles, I complemented my look with fitted, elbow-length tops adorned with intricate patterns. Short sandals gave them both style and agility, enabling quick steps through the crowded stalls along with this bracelet he gave and told me never to loss it as for reasons unknown, It a beautiful item to who cares anyways. Just like we always did, I took the paths I was supposed to take along with leaving at the specified time.


    As I arrived at the market, the familiar sounds of bustling merchants and cheerful chatter faded into a distant hum. My heart calm and gentle, beating calmly against my ribcage. A knot tightened in my stomach, and I felt the air grow heavy around me. ¡°Good day sir!¡± ¡°Oh my a young lady, how may I help you¡± ¡°well first off all I¡¯ll need this, that one and a little bit of that¡± ¡°oh I see¡­here is your purchase ma¡¯am¡± ¡°Thank you very much¡± ¡°please come again¡± I smiled politely at the merchant, my fingers brushing against the items I had chosen. The contents were fresh, a stark contrast to the muted world I often found myself in. ¡°This is nice¡±, I thought, appreciating the distraction from the silent house and the stillness of Tauer. As I gathered my purchases, I had a sudden prickling sensation creeping up my spine. I dismissed it at first, attributing it to the chatter of the crowd or the weight of the bags in my arms. But when I turned to make my way through the throng, I caught sight of them. Two figures stood a short distance away, their backs turned toward me. But it was the way they moved, the way their laughter echoed, that sent a chill through my veins. I recognized them instantly those faces, THOSE SPAWNS OF HELL, BASTARDS!!!, WHAT, WHY¡­ HOW??. My heart plummeted. ¡°WHAT ARE THEY DOING HERE? HOW CAN THEY STILL BE HERE, NO NO NO NO, NOT AGAIN, I CAN¡¯T¡­not again!¡± Everything suddenly felt sluggish, this memories, this pain, this feelings, I was once pulled out from the clutches of pain and suffering, this world had nothing to offer me ever since I was born, and finally, just finally did i find hope and peace only for it to be swept away from me. Without hesitation, I decided to make a run for it, only for me to bump into one of their associates in a nearby ally. *Thump!*


    ¡°Huh¡­what¡¯s this? Why don¡¯t you watch where you¡¯re going, lady?¡± The voice was gruff, laced with mockery, and it had me terrified. Frightened, my legs gone numb, I could barely breathe, the face of this man had already been etched into my head a long time ago, a crooked nose and a wide, smug grin that revealed too many teeth. His eyes, cold and calculating, bore down on me, and I felt the walls of the bustling market close in, trapping me in this moment.


    ¡°Ohhhh¡­Why, if it isn¡¯t our favorite little ghost,¡± he sneered, his breath warm against my face, but the chill in his tone sent ice through my veins. HE RECOGNIZED ME!!!  The realization hit me like a punch to the gut. He is the construct, the extension of my nightmares.


    Attempted to sidestep him, but his hand shot out, grabbing my arm with an iron grip. ¡°And where do you think you¡¯re going? I haven¡¯t seen you in ages. You¡¯ve changed, but not enough for me to forget that pretty little face. And also¡­I haven¡¯t forgot the gift you left me the day you left *proceeds to point at his ravaged scared face*¡± Panic surged within me, ¡°Let go of me!¡± I managed to gasp, forcing the words through clenched teeth. I twisted my wrist, trying to break free, but he only tightened his grip, an amused glimmer in his eyes as if he relished my fear. ¡°You think you can just disappear and hope to be free?¡± he growled, his voice low and menacing. Without warning, he drove his knee into my stomach with a brutal Thump! The breath left me in a sharp gasp, my vision blurring as I doubled over, pain radiating through my core. I could hardly register what was happening when he followed up with a vicious punch to my face. Squish!! The impact echoed in my ears, sending a jolt of agony through my jaw. Punch after punch, I could feel the blood vessels in my face being squished. I felt the world tilt as I stumbled back, the crowd behind us a distant blur.


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    Pounding against my ribcage as I fought against the wave of dizziness threatening to pull me under. The metallic taste of blood filled my mouth, mingling with the bitter tang of fear. ¡°Get up, little ghost!¡± he taunted, taking a step forward, his eyes glinting with cruel amusement. I could see the pleasure he took in my pain, the way he reveled in the power he held over me. He proceed to pull my hair to raise me upward ¡°So¡­where is he?¡± ¡°wha...what do you mean?¡± ¡°Oh playing dumb is see, well than that¡¯s all right, I mean you are back with us after all these time right? That¡¯s a good thing *crack splash!! Proceeds to smash his head unto her skull*¡±  ¡°*cough cough cough slosh!! *¡­ drip drip drip¡± I was bearly conscious at this point, my body nub from the pain and agony. I felt the world spinning, a disorienting whirl of colors and sounds that blurred together as the man dragged me by my hair once again, forcing me to stumble after him. Each step sent jolts of pain through my skull, the weight of my own body feeling like a burden too heavy to bear. I could barely muster the strength to lift my feet, my legs shaking with every hesitant step. ¡°Keep moving, little ghost,¡± he taunted, his grip cruel and unyielding. His voice was a harsh whisper in my ear, tainted with sadistic delight. ¡°We wouldn¡¯t want to keep the others waiting, would we?¡±


    I fought against the haze of pain clouding my thoughts, trying to focus on anything but the throbbing in my head and the metallic taste of blood that clung to my tongue. I wanted to scream, to call for help, but the words died in my throat, choked by fear and desperation. He shoved me roughly towards the back of a weathered carriage, the wooden surface scraping against my skin as I was tossed inside. ¡°Tie her up,¡± he commanded, his voice echoing with authority. My wrists were bound tightly, the ropes biting into my skin, but all I could focus on was the sound of the world fading away little by little.


    It¡­it was dark and cold, but¡­I could still remember it all, I have always hated them for it, even if I didn¡¯t show it, even if I didn¡¯t, I have always despised them. We were poor, scraping by in a world that seemed to turn colder with every passing day. I was an only child, but I wasn¡¯t cherished. I was just another burden in my mother¡¯s eyes, a daily reminder of the life she¡¯d been forced to endure. She had a way of looking at me, eyes full of resentment, like I was some curse bound to her, and it seeped into every word she spat in my direction.


    I learned early to stay quiet, to make myself small and unseen. I thought if I could be silent, still, perhaps I¡¯d escape her wrath. But it never mattered. No matter how little I spoke, or how carefully I tiptoed around her, she found reasons.


    Every slap, every harsh shove, each bruise on my arms and shoulders¡ªthey were gifts, she¡¯d say. ¡°You¡¯re nothing but a cursed burden, die¡± she¡¯d hiss, face twisted with anger. ¡°I never wanted you. You ruined my life.¡±


    My father wasn¡¯t any better. The rare times he staggered home, reeking of stale ale and smoke, he would barely spare me a glance. To him, I was less than a shadow, something beneath his notice. A ghost he avoided as he collapsed into a stupor. I learned not to wait for him, not to hope he might lift me from my mother¡¯s fury, for he never did.


    For years, I endured it. I absorbed every blow, every word, thinking that maybe this was just how things were meant to be. That maybe I was, in some twisted way, deserving of this. But it all went downhill the day they sold me. The memory is sharp, like glass shards lodged in my mind. I remember the fear in my stomach, my small hand trying to find my mother¡¯s, just once hoping she¡¯d pull me close. But all she did was push me forward, shoving me into the merchant¡¯s grasp as if I were nothing more than a broken trinket, worthless and unwanted. She didn¡¯t look back. Neither of them did.


    In that moment, something inside me shattered. Every ounce of hatred I¡¯d bottled up, every whispered curse I¡¯d buried, boiled over. It poured out of me like a flood, twisted in the merchant''s grip, turning to face them, teeth bared like an animal. My voice, usually so quiet, now tore from my throat in a savage, broken cry.


    "You think you can just sell me off?!" I screamed, voice shaking with fury. "You think I¡¯ll just disappear and make things easier for you?! I HOPE YOU ROT AND DIE IN THIS PLACE BOTH OF YOU! I HOPE YOU CHOKE ON THE LIFE YOU¡¯VE MADE FOR YOURSELVES AND FEEL EVERY OUNCE OF THE MISERY YOU PUT ME THROUGH!!!"


    My mother¡¯s eyes widened, but I barely noticed. The words were pouring out, years of hatred spilling forth like venom. "I was just a child! A CHILD, and you made me wish I¡¯d never been born! Well, you¡¯ll get what you wanted, won¡¯t you? But don¡¯t think I¡¯m the one cursed here. No you are! You¡¯re cursed, trapped in your own hell with nothing but bitterness and hate to keep you company." I struggled against the merchant¡¯s hold, snarling as I glared at my father, his blank, drunken eyes watching without a hint of emotion. "And you!" I spat, voice low and dripping with contempt. "You were never a father. You filth, a useless, pathetic hollow shell pretending to be human. You left me alone with her, like a coward. I hope every drink burns in your throat. I hope it eats you from the inside out."


    I could feel the tears stinging, but I refused to let them fall. My voice grew hoarse as I screamed, raw with a rage that had been buried for so long it was like poison flooding my veins. "I¡¯ll never forgive you! Never! Not a single one of you"


    The merchant pulled harder, but I fought him, kicking and clawing like a cornered animal, my voice echoing with venomous hatred. "I am not yours to throw away! You think selling me will rid you of me? No. I¡¯ll be the ghost that haunts you, the nightmare you can never escape. I hope it kills you, slowly and painfully." As he finally dragged me away, I was left gasping, the last of my fury leaving me in a raw, desperate whisper. "I hate you both... I hope you suffer every day for the rest of your miserable lives."

 CHAPTER FIVE: SORE WOUNDS II

    I sat in the back of the carriage, staring at the cold, splintered wood beneath me. The rattling wheels couldn¡¯t calm the storm inside; my heart was shattered, but no tears would come. I repeated to myself: I would not break.


    After hours, the carriage stopped. A tall man dragged me out, shoving me forward toward a large building, shadowed by smaller ones. At the door, he nodded to a figure who eyed me coldly. "An elf?" he murmured, then grabbed my wrists, pinning them behind my back..


    "She¡¯s a difficult one," the first man muttered. "Violent."


    The guard chuckled darkly, his eyes glinting as he met my defiant stare. "They all are at first. They learn quickly."


    I glared at him and he smiled, mockingly.


    He shoved me inside, sending me crashing to the floor. I stumbled into the dim room, the air thick with sweat and iron. My body hit the ground, but I didn¡¯t stay there. I spat on the floor and lifted my chin. They wouldn¡¯t see fear in my eyes¡ªnot yet.


    "You bastard! I¡¯ll kill you!" I sneered, my voice hoarse with anger.


    The man merely smiled; the door creaking shut in my face without a word. I glared at it for a moment, seething, until I realized I wasn¡¯t alone.


    Around me, other children were bound, some younger, some older. Fear radiated from their faces. Some, like me, had been sold. Others, I imagined, had been taken.


    I backed into the corner, curling into myself. I had to run.


    I wasn¡¯t stupid. I could already imagine what might happen next. Slave. That word made my skin crawl.


    As the night wore on, I heard the faint sounds of sobbing, whispers too low to catch, until they were silenced by the deep, guttural cries that filled the room at dawn.


    The traders arrived.


    I was dragged outside with the others, my heart thudding in my chest as we were lined up in rows. Knees on the dirt, we were made to kneel like animals, the weight of what was happening pressing on me, suffocating.


    "Why are we here?" I thought. "What will they do to us?"


    Then one of the other children¡ªa girl, human, older than me¡ªwas pulled from the line. She fought, screamed, but her struggles only earned her a brutal punch to the gut. She gasped, choking on her own blood, and crumpled, limp, to the ground.


    I couldn¡¯t stop staring at her, my heart twisting with fear and pity.


    A man stepped forward, his boots echoing as he approached. His presence was chilling, his gaze locking onto us like ice. Without a word, we knew he was in control¡ªhe was their leader..


    "You bastards!" A voice broke the silence. A boy, a human male, probably nineteen, stood tall despite the trembling fear in his voice. ¡°Monsters! You¡¯re no better than animals! What are you going to do? Kill us all?¡±


    I tensed. His courage struck me as either pure defiance or utter madness.


    ¡°You have a loose tongue don¡¯t you¡± The leader smiled, slow and predatory, as he stepped toward the boy. ¡°Slaves don¡¯t speak.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m not a slave,¡± the boy spat, his voice still firm despite the terror creeping into his eyes.


    The leader chuckled darkly, signalling for one of his men to step forward.


    The man held a rusted, jagged instrument in his hands¡ªa cruel, scissor-like tool, the edges sharp and stained. The leader stepped back, and the man gripped the boy¡¯s head, shoving the instrument into his mouth.


    The boy screamed; his voice muffled as the jagged blades cut into his tongue. The sound was gut-wrenching, a raw, agonizing cry that filled the air.


    I couldn¡¯t look away.


    "Run," the voice in my head screamed, a desperate whisper of survival.


    Before I could react, a girl nearby bolted toward the exit, her body trembling with fear. She barely made it two steps before a spear pierced her body, and she fell, lifeless, to the dirt with a sickening thud.


    I felt my stomach churn, but I forced myself to watch. The leader¡¯s voice cut through the chaos, cold and final.


    ¡°Welcome to your new lives.¡±


    The words were like a death sentence. "Some of you may still believe you¡¯re someone¡ª a daughter, a son, a sister, a warrior, perhaps a wife¡± he laughed so did his men. ¡°But hear me now: whoever you were no longer matters. That person is gone, stripped away the moment you crossed into our world.¡±


    "From this day forward, you belong to us. Your bodies, your strength, even your breath¡ªall serve our purpose. Some of you will resist. I won¡¯t explain what happens if you do," he said with a smile, revealing his decaying teeth.


    My eyes moved from the dead girl to the boy that had lost his tongue.


    ¡°If you¡¯re still living in your delusion that you will make it out of here. Wake up. You belong to us!¡± he said and the man holding the half-conscious girl pulled her o the middle of the yard.


    He pressed her chest on the table in the middle holding her down as the leader brought out the long rod that was sticking out a barrel of fire."


    ¡°Our mark will seal your place here, a reminder of what you are now and forever: property.¡± he said raising the branding iron in his hands.


    The girl was stripped and her back was bare for the leader.


    ¡°No! Please!¡± the girl cried as she tried to move but she was held down.


    The leader pressed the iron on her upper back and the girl screamed in pain. She thrashed and kicked but she was held down. Her agonizing scream reverbing.


    "Do not look to those beside you for sympathy or mercy. You will find none. Accept this reality, and your life may be easier. We hold your fate. Obey, and your existence might be bearable. Resist, and you will suffer beyond imagination."Stolen content warning: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences.


    ¡°Remember, no one will come for you. No one will save you. This mark will be a testament to that truth. And when it sears your skin, you will know¡ªevery ounce of your old self has been burned away¡±


    ¡°Welcome to your future."


    The leader smiled and chills ran down my spine. I watched as each person was taken and branded with the iron.


    Finally, it was my turn. Rough hands seized me, wrenching my arms behind my back until my shoulders burned. I kicked, cursed, fought with everything left in me, but it made no difference. They dragged me to the center of the yard, where a thick metal rod glowed red-hot in the fire. My heart sank as I saw it¡ªa broken circle with a line slashed through it, edges searing and hungry.


    The iron seared into my back, agony splitting my world apart. My skin burned, the stench of flesh filling the air as my screams echoed against the walls. The mark they left on me felt like a piece of my soul was carved away. Even after the iron was pulled, the pain lingered, draining my strength, my voice reduced to a hoarse whisper.


    They dragged me away, tossing me beside the others. Fresh waves of pain surged through my back, stinging my eyes with tears. I no longer resisted. The fire inside me flickered, dimming to embers with each passing moment.


    The next day, they came for my hands. I tried to cling to my anger, to pull my fingers back, to hold onto anything¡ªbut they forced each one straight, their iron grip unyielding. My fingernails splintered and tore, ripped out one by one, leaving bloody, throbbing tips. When they were done, my hands were numb to all but the raw, pulsing ache where my nails had once been.


    In the dark, I cradled my broken fingers, numb to everything but the constant, pulsing pain. Each day, they¡¯d stripped more from me. The brand on my back burned with every move¡ªa reminder that Caelith, the girl I¡¯d once been, was gone. What remained was someone they owned.


    I shivered, curling into myself as the weight of it all settled. This was no nightmare I could wake from; this was my life now. And I had to survive it.


    The next morning, they moved us, forcing metal collars around our necks. The chill of it seeped through me, heavy and final, as it locked into place.


    ¡°These collars!¡± the man announced with a twisted grin, stepping forward. ¡°Let me show you a demostration.¡± He yanked a trembling child from the crowd, handing her a loaded gun. ¡°If anyone disobeys or tries to run, this is what happens.¡± He held her arm steady, forcing her to aim at herself. As she cried and pleaded, thorns sprouted from the collar, sinking into her neck and sending waves of agonizing, aetheric energy straight to her mind.


    The child couldn¡¯t withstand the agony as the thorns burrowed deeper into her neck, flooding her mind with unbearable pain. Her screams filled the room, a sound that struck fear deep into my heart. Finally, unable to endure any longer, she pulled the trigger. The gunshot echoed as her skull ruptured, scattering brain matter across the floor.  A scream died in my throat, and I slapped a hand over my mouth. My eyes widened in horror.


    ¡°See that?¡± the man chuckled darkly.


    ¡°Enough of that, Zarek,¡± said another man, stepping out of the shadows. This one wore an eyepatch over his left eye, leaving only a single piercing, icy-blue gaze fixed on Zarek with chilling indifference.


    Zarek laughed, almost mocking. ¡°This is so much fun, Darius¡ª¡±


    ¡°Stop wasting the goods,¡± Darius replied, his tone ice-cold, his gaze unwavering.


    Zarek¡¯s smile vanished. He dropped the child¡¯s headless body and stomped over to Darius, standing nose to nose with him, his voice a low growl. ¡°You don¡¯t tell me what to do, asshole.¡±


    Darius remained unfazed, barely glancing at him. ¡°Clean up your mess. We have work to do.¡±


    Seething, Zarek glared, but after a tense moment, he turned away. Darius faced us, his gaze sweeping across the crowd like a blade.


    ¡°I¡¯m Darius,¡± he said, his voice calm but devoid of warmth. As his gaze passed over me, I felt myself shrink back, his disinterest somehow more terrifying than Zarek¡¯s cruelty. He was tall, broad-shouldered, radiating a quiet authority. His one blue eye gleamed, sharp and unfeeling, while the eyepatch hinted at countless battles.


    ¡°I don¡¯t know you...and I don¡¯t care,¡± he began, his voice carrying across the room. ¡°Like Zarek just showed you¡ªrebel, and you¡¯re dead.¡± His gaze swept the group, pausing on each of us. ¡°Listen, and you make this easier for us and for yourselves.¡±


    ¡°I know your wondering where you are¡­well¡± he scratched his brow before continuing. ¡°This is Ashfang Keep and we are known as the Void Talons, you belong to us meaning you do what we want¡± he said. ¡°Soon enough we will find what each of you would do best¡­that¡¯s not why I¡¯m here¡­


    He gestured to a girl beside me, and she flinched as he motioned her forward.


    ¡°Lirael,¡± Darius called, and a woman with raven-black hair tinted midnight blue stepped up. She looked at the girl, then turned to Darius, who gave her a slight nod.


    Lirael raised her hand, murmuring a spell under her breath, her voice a haunting hum. The girl trembled, looking bewildered. Around Lirael¡¯s fingers, a faint blue light appeared, forming a ring of energy that circled the girl before fading back into Lirael¡¯s palm. She glanced at Darius.


    ¡°No.¡±


    Darius nodded and gestured for the girl to step aside, then continued, each new person undergoing the same strange spell.


    Lirael, judging from her abilities she¡¯s definitely from the rouge class.


    When it was finally my turn, I swallowed hard, standing before Lirael. She casted her spell once more barely looked at me before turning to Darius.


    ¡°She¡¯s a summoner,¡± she said simply.


    Darius¡¯s eye landed on me, and he gave a slight nod. ¡°Good.¡±


    The others were herded to one side, but I, along with a handful of others, was led to a different area. As we walked, I glanced back at the main group. They wouldn¡¯t all be put to work; I realized with a sick feeling. Many would be sold off for... other purposes, some into forced prostitution, others for unspeakable experiments. My stomach turned, and I fought to keep my expression blank.


    The situation felt as hopeless as ever. Being told my class a "Summoner" was far from a privilege; it was practically a death sentence at this point¡ªespecially for a child like me.


    There are six classes that exist in this realm: Warriors, who wield Potency for raw strength; Mages, masters of Elementum for powerful offensive and defensive spells; Guardians, shield-bearers who use Healaura for buffs, debuffs, and basic healing; Casters, skilled in Healaura for healing, defense, and enhancements; Rangers, adept gunslingers with expertise in firearms, crafting, and arcane arts; Archers, specialists in ranged weaponry and magic; Rogues, agile spellcasters with stealthy abilities; and Summoners, who command and summon creatures to aid them..


    As a Summoner, my role was to summon creatures, compelled to obey or risk the deadly collar around my neck. The job was grueling, and most Summoners didn¡¯t survive long. Slaves like us were considered dispensable, even ideal for such perilous work. Normal people were too valuable to waste.


    Darius, our cold and unyielding leader, left no room for defiance. I, the youngest and only elf, found brief comfort in Isolde, a cheerful human girl. Despite the horrors around us, her constant smile and optimism became my solace, a fleeting escape from the harsh reality we lived in. And we quickly grew close. She seemed to find a way to calm my restless thoughts, always smiling and urging me to see the brighter side.


    ¡°Don¡¯t be nervous,¡± she whispered to me one night, sensing my fear about our first mission.


    I stared at her, trying to understand the source of her optimism.


    ¡°We would survive it. They gave us weapons¡­


    ¡°They gave us a stick!¡± I pointed out.


    ¡°At least it¡¯s better than nothing¡± she said, giving a reassuring smile and I sighed.


    ¡°Worrying won¡¯t help. Just stay calm.¡±


    She died the next day. We were supposed to tame the creature we hunted but one wrong move took her life, she was ripped in half by the claws of the manjibug.


    I froze, my stomach churning as I took in the gruesome sight: Isolde¡¯s body lay mangled, half-consumed by a mire carnivore-bug, her lifeless eyes wide with terror. I couldn¡¯t contain my horror; I stumbled back, choking on my own scream as I vomited.


    Each mission after that was more harrowing than the last. They were using us as bait, throwing us to monsters and wild beasts like nothing more than expendable tools. Every day, more of us died, shredded to pieces while their screams filled the air.


    As if things weren¡¯t grim enough, the men in Darius¡¯s faction began seeking "entertainment." It started with unwanted touches, then groping, and soon escalated to worse. Resistance was futile. Among them was Zarek, the same brute who had nearly clashed with Darius. His cruelty sank to new lows daily, and there was nothing I wanted more than to see him suffer.


    I wasn¡¯t alone in my torment, but as an elf¡ªyoung and striking¡ªI became a target. At twelve, I endured horrors that made me wish for the courage to end it, like one girl had. I envied her freedom, longed for escape, yet clung to life, torn between the fear of death and the agony of living.


    Every mission, I emerged bloodied and battered but alive, barely. And every night, I warmed the bed of disgusting horny men.

 Chapter SIX SORE WOUNDS III

    Ten years went by like this¡ªa decade of enduring hell, waiting for a miracle that would never come.


    One day during an expedition, I found myself in Darius¡¯s faction, accompanied by two other Summoners and three of his men. Darius led on horseback while the rest of us trudged on foot, dust rising around our ankles. I pulled the water flask from my hip, took a swig, and wiped sweat from my brow, glancing at the desolate road ahead.


    A figure appeared on the horizon¡ªa man cloaked in black and brown, his long robe weathered and stained with travel. Bandages wrapped his forearms, worn and frayed, hinting at injuries or perhaps concealing something else. A large satchel hung at his side, bulging with mysterious contents that clinked faintly with each step he took. He moved with an eerie confidence, each stride steady and deliberate, as though he had no fear of those who awaited him.


    The stranger stopped a short distance from us, letting the heavy bag at his side rest against his hip. Dust swirled in the air between us as he stood there, unmoving, the silence heavy with unspoken tension.


    ¡°What do you want?¡± Darius barked, his voice sharp and commanding.


    The man tilted his head slightly, a faint, amused smirk forming beneath the edge of his hood.


    ¡°What I want?¡± His voice was smooth, calm, and utterly unbothered. ¡°Now, that¡¯s a complicated question. But for now¡­¡± His gloved hand reached into his bag, pulling out a small vial filled with a swirling, dark liquid. He held it up, letting it catch the fading sunlight. ¡°I¡¯m here to make an offer.¡±


    The man¡¯s demeanor shifted suddenly, catching everyone off guard. He threw his arms wide, his voice erupting with exaggerated cheer.


    ¡°Oh, good sirs!¡± he called out, his tone dripping with cheerful arrogance. ¡°What a fortunate day for you!¡±


    He took a step closer, the leather satchel at his side jingling with the sound of dried herbs and glass bottles clinking together. The seriousness from moments ago evaporated, replaced with an energy so loud and theatrical that it felt out of place.


    ¡°Fate itself must be smiling upon us, crossing our paths like this!¡± he exclaimed, holding out his hands as if presenting some divine opportunity.


    He reached into his bag and produced a bundle of herbs tied neatly with twine. ¡°Perhaps you¡¯ve been in dire need of these rare mountain remedies? Or¡­¡± He pulled out a small vial, the liquid inside swirling in mesmerizing shades of blue and green. ¡°¡­a potion to sharpen the senses? Strengthen the spirit? Turn a blind eye?¡± He winked with a grin that could disarm even the wariest of travelers.


    Darius stiffened on his horse, his eyes narrowing. The man was playing some game, but the abrupt shift in tone had even his soldiers glancing at one another in confusion.


    The stranger took a bold step forward, his movements flamboyant but calculated, as though testing how far he could push before someone snapped. ¡°Come now, good sirs! Surely there¡¯s something here that catches your fancy?¡± His grin widened, unbothered by the tense silence. ¡°A fair trade perhaps? Or, if you¡¯re feeling generous, a small donation to this humble wanderer?¡±


    But something in the man¡¯s grin, in the way he carried himself, hinted that his act wasn¡¯t just for show. Beneath the exaggerated gestures and loud voice, there was a dangerous sharpness¡ªa predator hiding behind the mask of a merchant.


    I squinted, unsure whether to laugh or cringe. He looked almost theatrical, like someone playing the role of a traveling merchant but overacting his part. Darius didn¡¯t seem amused by his enthusiasm, but he didn¡¯t let that stop him.


    ¡°Allow me to introduce myself¡± he continued, utterly unfazed by their silence. ¡°A simple man of the land, but one who just so happens to have the finest medicines and elixirs you¡¯ll ever lay eyes on.¡± He held up a tiny glass bottle filled with something greenish and bubbling, as if it were a trophy. ¡°A sip of this, and you¡¯ll feel as if you could conquer mountains! A little miracle, if I say so myself.¡±


    Darius raised a sceptical brow, sizing him up. But the merchant¡¯s grin only widened, seemingly oblivious to the tension.


    I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing outright. I couldn¡¯t tell if he was brave, foolish, or just entirely unaware of the tension in the air, but he kept talking as though they were hanging on his every word. I almost admired his nerve¡ªalmost.


    Zarek, however, had lost his patience.


    ¡°Who the hell is this clown?¡± Zarek growled.


    The merchant turned to him with a mischievous glint. ¡°I have a tonic that might help with that nasty tone. Can¡¯t imagine it¡¯s pleasant for your comrades to endure your yelling all day.¡± He glanced at Darius, his grin never faltering. ¡°I¡¯d wager it¡¯s quite the burden.¡±


    A vein pulsed in Zarek¡¯s temple, and I fought to suppress my laughter. The merchant had nerves of steel, that was certain.


    ¡°We¡¯re not interested. Move along,¡± Darius said, his voice firm.


    But the merchant wagged a finger with mock scolding, standing his ground as if scolding an unruly child.


    ¡°Ah, but you say that, and yet¡­¡± His gaze shifted to Garrick, whose face paled. ¡°¡­one of your men there bears a wound festering under that armor, doesn¡¯t he?¡±This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report.


    Darius¡¯s expression hardened, his usual control slipping for a moment as he looked back at us. Garrick tensed, his hand drifting toward his side, and I caught a slight wince¡ªa secret we¡¯d all been keeping. None of us had spoken of the bite.


    The merchant tilted his head, eyes glinting as he continued, his tone teasing yet somehow knowing. ¡°Yes, thought you could hide it, eh? Poison, I¡¯d guess? A nasty bite, judging by the sweat on his brow. Lucky for you, I happen to have an antidote¡ªat a reasonable price, of course. What more could you ask for?¡±


    Darius studied him for a moment, his usual air of command briefly shaken. I could tell he didn¡¯t like this man¡¯s tone, didn¡¯t like being read so easily. But he hesitated, and in that pause, the merchant seized his chance, holding up a small vial that glowed faintly green.


    ¡°For the health of your men,¡± he added, in a softer voice now, ¡°and your journey ahead.¡± Darius¡¯s sharp gaze lingered on the merchant, suspicion evident as the silence stretched between them. He crossed his arms, his commanding air momentarily shaken, and finally spoke, his voice cool but laced with curiosity.


    ¡°You¡¯ve got a face I feel like I¡¯ve seen before,¡± Darius said, narrowing his single piercing eye. ¡°What¡¯s your name, merchant?¡±


    The man didn¡¯t flinch, his cocky smile unwavering. ¡°Ah, faces like mine, they have a way of sticking with people, don¡¯t they?¡± he said, waving a hand dismissively. ¡°But I assure you, this is our first meeting. As for names... well, call me Rylan.¡±


    Darius wasn¡¯t convinced, his lips pressing into a thin line. ¡°Rylan, then. If you¡¯re so resourceful, perhaps you¡¯d like to offer more than just wares. Consider an invitation to join us. Our organization could use someone with... your talents.¡±


    Rylan tilted his head, pretending to mull it over as he clutched his satchel protectively.


    ¡°Tempting,¡± he said finally, his voice still light but carrying an undertone of calculation. ¡°Perhaps I¡¯ll take you up on that. I¡¯ll bring the best of my stock in three days¡¯ time. A merchant is only as good as his reliability, after all.¡±


    Rylan handed over the glowing green elixir, his movements fluid and deliberate. ¡°For the health of your men, as promised,¡± he said softly. He took the payment with a small bow before turning on his heel and walking off, his confident strides fading into the distance.


    Three days later, as promised, Rylan arrived at the designated location.


    I was the one sent to fetch him. When I saw him standing at the edge of the compound, I hesitated. He looked different now. The loud charm he¡¯d displayed before was muted, replaced with an air of restraint, though his blue eyes darted around, taking everything in with unsettling precision.


    ¡°Follow me,¡± I said, keeping my voice neutral as I turned toward the facility.


    As we walked, I couldn¡¯t help but notice how his expression changed. His jaw tightened, his brow furrowed, and his hands, which he kept clasped behind his back, curled into fists. At first, I thought he was just unnerved by the dark halls and stale air, but then I saw what he was seeing¡ªwhat I had grown numb to over time.


    The sight of people caged like animals, their bodies battered and torn, filled the narrow corridors. Whimpers and cries echoed faintly, the despair tangible.


    ¡°They¡¯re treated as livestock,¡± Rylan said with a calm low voice, though the words were sharp enough to cut.


    His face hardened further as we passed one room where a man was restrained on a table, his limbs being held by leather straps that are being pulled by mechanical gears on ground, he screams from the excessive pulling of joints until they snapped and got ripped off from his main body sending bones and flash about. Another room contained a woman, stripped bare, her cries muffled as two men stood over her, laughing.


    The tension in the air felt like it could snap. I glanced back at Rylan, unsure of why his reaction bothered me so much. His jaw was set tight, his lips pressed into a thin line as his eyes flicked from one horror to the next. There was something brewing beneath the surface.


    ¡°What is the name of this organization again?¡± he asked, his voice low and tightly controlled.


    ¡°They are...i mean we are called the Void Talons,¡± I answered, unsure of what else to say.


    When we finally reached Darius¡¯s quarters, I knocked on the door, opening it just enough to peek in. ¡°The merchant is here,¡± I said curtly.


    ¡°Let him in,¡± Darius replied, his voice steady as always.


    ¡°Darius, my good man!¡± Rylan exclaimed with exaggerated cheer, causing me to blink in confusion. ¡°A fine day to discuss business, isn¡¯t it? Though I must say, your accommodations could use a bit of, ah... charm.¡± He made a sweeping gesture toward the room¡¯s grim walls, as if it were a dull tavern that needed redecorating.


    The change was jarring. I¡¯d seen his face moments ago, hard as stone, eyes filled with restrained rage. And now, he stood here, as if he hadn¡¯t just walked through hell itself, a carefree spring in his step.


    Darius raised a brow, his lips curling into a faint smirk. ¡°You certainly don¡¯t lack theatrics.¡±


    ¡°Ah, life is theater, my dear sir!¡± Rylan declared, with a dramatic flourish. ¡°And we merchants? Why, we¡¯re the finest actors! Now, let¡¯s discuss what brought me here. I believe I promised you the very best of my wares.¡± He swung his satchel off his shoulder, dropping it onto the table with a clink of glass and metal.


    Darius leaned back, his eye narrowing slightly. ¡°You¡¯re quite the enigma, Rylan. One moment, I¡¯d say you looked as though the weight of the world had settled on your shoulders. Now you act like you¡¯ve strolled into a festival. Which one¡¯s the real you?¡±


    Rylan laughed, the sound light and disarming. ¡°Ah, you wound me, Darius! A man can¡¯t have layers? I assure you, this is the real me¡ªthe charming, resourceful merchant standing before you.¡± He pulled out a vial filled with a faintly glowing green liquid and set it on the table with a flourish.


    ¡°And this?¡± Rylan continued, tapping the vial with his finger. ¡°The finest remedy you¡¯ll find for wounds, fatigue, and even broken bones. I call it the Elixir of Vitality¡ªan essential for a man like you leading a faction like this.¡±


    Darius¡¯s eye flicked to the vial, but his suspicion remained. ¡°And the rest of your wares?¡±


    ¡°Oh, I¡¯ve brought plenty,¡± Rylan replied, opening the satchel to reveal an assortment of vials, herbs, and peculiar instruments. ¡°But first¡ªpayment. We merchants can¡¯t survive on goodwill alone, you know.¡±


    Darius chuckled dryly. ¡°Fair enough.¡± He gestured to one of his men, who stepped forward to count out a pouch of coins and place it on the table.


    Rylan pocketed it with a grin. ¡°A pleasure doing business as always.¡± He inclined his head slightly, then straightened, his cheer as unshakable as ever. ¡°Now, what¡¯s next? A tour, perhaps? I¡¯ve always been curious about how a place like this runs.¡±


    For a split second, I caught a flicker of something in his expression¡ªtoo quick for anyone else to notice, but it sent a shiver down my spine. Was it disdain? Calculation? Whatever it was, it was gone before I could be sure.


    Darius didn¡¯t seem to catch it. He nodded toward me. ¡°Caelith, escort him through the facility.


    Let him see where his wares might be useful.¡±


    My stomach churned, but I nodded. ¡°This way,¡± I said flatly, avoiding Rylan¡¯s gaze as I turned to leave.


    He followed me with an almost jaunty step, the clinking of his wares punctuating each movement. But as we left the room, I couldn¡¯t help but glance at him out of the corner of my eye. His grin was still plastered on his face, but the way his fingers clenched around the strap of his bag told a different story.


    What game are you playing? I wondered silently, my unease growing with each step.