Tales of Dark:Demon Exorcists

             The wind was carrying the sound of the metal hitting the ground in the entire cemetery.

 It was past midnight and outside was no light from the moon, just the dark color of the clouds. All over the place there were tombs and graves that gave that place a sinister look. Death’s robe was thick there. The metal sound was heard again, and again with a clock precision like someone was digging.

Deep in the graveyard the sound could be heard louder and louder as behind a big angel statue, two shadows were standing on the edge of a grave half unburied. "Do you really think that it's okay to use him like this?” Asked the voice of a girl taking a look inside the grave where someone was using a shovel for digging.

"He's a demon, I think he is showing his gratitude for letting him live, and after all, he insisted in coming with us...ah wait...with you, because if it was me, he would have been dead long ago!" The voice that replied was a little more mature than the first one, but still the voice of a girl.

 “Yrallih do you already know that is a good person, although he's a demon, he’s still a being. He just wants to help us.

 The one named Yrallih was the older sister of Xandriale, a young girl with blonde hair and green eyes. They were from a family of demon exorcists. Demon exorcists were families that along the generations were training their children to fight with the creatures of night that were harming people. But now the three of them were not in such noble mission. They were in the search of an artifact that after receiving certain information was located in the grave of a dead cleric from centuries ago.

Being from the Shadow Kingdom, although the girls were servants of the Throne Skatar, they were here on their own on a treasure hunting.

"Manaor, do you want to take a break? asked Xandrial. Hearing his name, the man raised his head. He was a young man, with dark hair and pale skin. He was well built, fact that could be confirmed from the shapes that could be seen through his green shirt. He was rather tall and on his neck a white scar was going down to his chest. The only thing that was different about him were the black eyes.

"No, I'm good" a little longer and I'm done."

"Good...because we don't have all the night you know" replied Yrallih.

"He's doing his best" defended him the little girl, and beside do we really know that what we are looking for is here. If I remember correctly, the man who told you the name of the cemetery didn't even have the chance to say anything else because the blade of your dagger was already in his throat”.

"It's here, don’t worry" said Yrallih and took another look inside the grave where Manaor was busy digging,

 All of sudden he sensed that he was watched from behind and he turned around. The girl quickly redirected her look blushing in the dark. In front of her eyes, she could see the day the two of them encountered.

It was in the central market of a town within the Shadow Kingdom's lands and they were searching a creature responsible for multiple massacres in the near towns. As the two of them were walking down the market's streets, suddenly at their feet someone fell from the sky. Yrallih, in an instant discovered that a man was thrown from the third floor of an inn window by exactly the creature they were looking for.

It was a powerful creature that could take the shape of a human, the green eyes being the only difference between him and a real human.

Without a second thought, the girl took out a small bottle from her bag pack and she drank it. Suddenly her skin started turning red and two large wings rose from her back, followed by big sharp claws. Her eyes turned purple and in a blink of an eye she was entering through the broken window. Taken by surprise the creature tried to flee but s spell from Yrallih who turned in an incubus, thrower him in the wall. He rose up and he attacked the girl with an ash burning spell, but her wings dispersed the spell and using her short silver blade, she pierced the creature to death.

Down in the street, Xandriale was checking if the man was still breathing. She touched his neck and a second later the man was sitting over her, with the hand in her throat. His black eyes looked a little while at the girl who realized that she's at the mercy of a demon.

The most unexpected thing happened. He suddenly let go of her gently and then he fell down on the ground.

"Why...you're...you're...why would you let a human alive?" asked Xandriale confused.

“I have no reason to kill you or any other human...I just thought you were one of them." replied the man and he tried to rise up but he fell immediately.

"Are you okay?" asked the girl coming close to him.

"I think I got injured when I fell through the win..." that's all that he got to say before being knocked out by the lack of blood.

The girl turned him and she saw in his back a big piece of glass deep in his flesh. While she was trying to get the piece of glass out and bandage him, her sister came back from the inn.

"Help me sis, I think his going to die".

"He's still alive after a fall like this?" asked surprised the girl.

“No, the fall is not at fault. He's a demon and the fall barely scratched him. He's going to die because of the wound from his back."

"A demon?" asked surprised Yrallih, and her silver dagger was already at his neck.

 "No!" screamed Xandriale and stopped her sister's hand before the blade could reach him. Yrallih was surprised by her reaction, and she retreat her dagger back to its scabbard.

"Why did you do a stupid thing like that? We were supposed to kill demons, instead of taking care of them." said the older sister with her hand still on the dagger's hilt. "No, we are supposed to kill creatures which hurt people, and help those in need, or you forgot the vow we made when we were children?”

No, she didn't forget, she couldn't forget the day when their older brother was killed by a demon. He was the only one that took care of the two of them after their parents died. At that time, the sisters vowed to kill all the creatures that were a threat to the human kind and the top of their list was the demon that killed their brother. So it has begun their personal vendetta.

 They took care of the demon that after several days got better. After that he insisted of following them until he could repay the debt for saving their life. The flow of memories in the Yrallih's head was stopped by the sound of the shovel hitting the coffin casket.

 Manaor removed the casket and inside the coffin the rotten corpse of the cleric was holding with his skeletal hands an old book full of dust. Xandriale got inside the grave and took the book. When she opened it the pages fell down the grass. All that remained was an object folded with an old leather rag.

“This is it?" asked the girl looking at her sister.

"Manaor, what do you think?"

The young man tried to take the little thing in his hand but as soon as he touched the leather he was thrown away in to a funeral stone.

"Are you ok?" Xandriale picked up the object and threw it in her sister's hand. She then helped the man to get up.

"It's nothing, I'm ok, but that thing is enchanted. The one who did it made sure that the only one that touches that artifact are humans”. His black eyes looked at the small rotten rag.

"Well, then this must be it" said Yrallih and removed the folding. She revealed a small yellow stone that started to shine.

As soon as he saw the light, Manaor filled strange; he felt a strange desire of getting his hand of that stone.

"Put it away, please", said the demon and he approached Yrallih. “What you have there is a very powerful stone that could kill someone in an instant but it could make someone invincible as well...and not just demons, anyone who can manipulate its power it could turn that stone in a destructible weapon. The Stones of Falaria are not something you should play with."

It was the first time, the two sisters heard Manaor speaking like this.

 "How do you know about this? The legend of the Stones?" asked Xandriale, who was more than confused.

"It is a legend that every demon heard in his life...that's the Legend of the Falaria. Long time ago, before the flow of time was set in motion, there were two entities. Barandul and Falaria, who spent an eternity just by the two of them. At one time, Falaria asked Barandul for a baby, because she wanted to become a mother. After long requests, Barandul accepted with one single condition. If it was a boy, they could keep him, but if it was a girl, then Falaria must kill her. She accepted and when the time came, what she feared the most happened. She gave birth of a girl and when Barandul saw the little girl he got mad and requested that Falaria take her life, but she couldn't do it. She started to cry, on the rock that later would be known as Earth. She shed 13 tears that turned to stones of different colors. One of the stones it's in your hand Yrallih.”

“What happened after that" asked Xandriale, curious to know the end of the story.

" Barandur took the baby and killed it. What he didn't know was that while he was dying, the child caused screamed so loud that both Falaria and Barandur's life ended from the pain of their children. With their death life begun to spread across Universe, allowing time to flow as it is today. All that remained from the two great entities was Falaria's tears. Very powerful stones that if gathered together could bring the hell or heaven on this lands."

"Are you seriously think that's true?" asked Yrallih, but the demon's eyes were not lying and she could see that.

"So what does this have to do with us...we are just simple girls trying to do better to the world as much as we can. This is way over our heads" complained Xandriale looking at her sister.

 "Well....we'll get out of this mess as soon as we hand the stone to Padal." tried to calm down Yrallih her sister.

"Are you sure you can trust this person" asked Manaor not knowing the person she was talking about.

"Of course, he's a distant relative of our brother. We know him since our brother died; he offered to find the demon that killed our brother, and all he asked in return was to aid him in his quest of finding this stone". Xandriale's words did not make the demon fully thrust this Padan.

"And where are you supposed to meet this person? asked the young demon.

"We'll meet him in Gri’stol" said Yrallih. You shouldn't go there until you find more about this about this Padan, you’re about to hand him a very powerful item" warned them the demon.

"Well, you don't have to come if you don't want to. We are fully capable of taking care of us as we are" replied Yrallih.

"That's the main reason I'm going to come with you" ended his pledge the demon taking a last look at the mummy in the coffin before putting the casket back and covering it with soil.

The three of them started a two weeks journey heading to Gri'stol.

Tales of Dark: Shadow's Danger

Quiet…quiet and dark, two things that he never stood up in his life, and now the two of them were surrounding him as he was crossing through the Sioad’na Caves. He could hear the drops of water that were falling from the ceiling on the ground. All around him hundred of bats were watching him with their little red eyes as if they were waiting for an opening to attack him. Thought it was completely dark, he could see clearly where he was because of his eyes….two white gems brightening in all that darkness which allowed him to see clearly no matter if it was day or night. That was the ability of every warrior from the Kingdom of Light, an ability that allowed them to become the most powerful Kingdom of all since the Kingdom of Dark wasn’t a threat anymore being entirely wiped out. He never understood… he never understood why his uncle, the former ruler of Kada’ria, now dead, conspired along with other Kingdoms to attack the Kingdom of Dark, but he trusted him and he fought against the warriors from the Kingdom of Dark.
Now, for a month or even better, since the death of Ore’st, the kingdom remained without a ruler, except his daughter who ran away for better then two weeks. This was the reason he was now there..He was searching for his little cousin, and for this he must get through the caves since it was the only way of leaving the Kingdom of Light which was isolated from the rest of the world by a chain of mountains, and protected by powerful spells. Now, his father was the regent of the Kingdom and he forbidden any trips between them and the others except the allied Kingdoms, and his father was the one who two nights before he started his journey , made him a offer that he couldn’t possibly refuse: to be the king of the Kada’ria Throne. “How can that be possible? “ he remembered asking his father in the throne room when they were all alone. “Just do what I say and in no time, we’ll have you sitting in this throne I’m sitting right now. First of all you must find Ned’ara and bring her back here.” He looked in his father’s eyes and saw something that made him feel strange, afraid. He knew Nad’ara since they were little and he was like a brother to her, being always there when she needed help and always making her laugh, they also were almost the same age. He was very concerned not to put her in any danger through his father’s plan. “How Nad’ara is’s returning going to make me the ruler” asked his father who smiled and told him slowly: “You’ll going to marry her!” Those last words wake him up from his memories. Sure, the girl was very beautiful but to ever think of marrying with her….that was insane and he knew that she would never do that even if his father told him that she’ll approve as soon as he gets to speak with her back at the castle.
Suddenly, a strange sound was heard behind him, but he didn’t turn around, he continued walking. The sound was getting closer and closer and he soon realized that it was the sound of steps. He drew his sword half away and stopped but he didn’t turn back, he remained like a statue in the dark. The sound was louder and louder until he could even sense the breathe of the one who was stalking him. He drew his sword completely and in one blink he turned around attacking. A metallic sound filled the cave as the other person defended his strike. He could see now the one that stalked him, but only from behind as because he was with one knee down, and with the back at him. A shining blade could be seen in his left hand. He was all dressed in black, and he slowly rose up. A short laughing was heard as he was turning around. “Gad’ank, what are you doing here?” his voice was full of surprise when he saw the head of the Assassin Group stalking him. “Well, well, if isn’t the son of the regent Fara’k…how are you doing Ra’on?” The man replied amusedly. He had the same eyes as him because of the dark, but inside them the young man could sense a burning desire of killing. “You haven’t answered me, and I demand an answer, now!” The man dressed in black, went his hand through his brown short hair and answered him. “I’m on a mission of recovery, and possibly elimination. “ Ra’on knew that already, because those were the only missions besides torturing, that the man in front of him could be assigned for. “Who is the target?” asked him, and looked straight into his eyes. “Ned’ara” replied full of joy the man and rose his sword up to his chest, then putted it into the scabbard tied of his belt. “You must be kidding, she’s the heir of this Kingdom! “His voice was trembling with fear...not for him; it was for Ned’ara, the cousin that without her knowledge was now in danger. “That may be so, but I have a mission to accomplish, I don’t care who the target is as long I can kill it” Those words coming from his mouth made Ra’on feel like throwing up. He realized that he had in front of him a monster who’s only desire was to see his sword slashing somebody’s else throat, to see the blood coming from his enemy’s wounds, and what was the worst of all, was that he had no reason for his killing, he just hided his actions under the pretext of doing missions for the Kingdom, for serving the Throne of Kada’ria. The young man didn’t understood why his father let him free, until a question made in his mind…a question of which answer was afraid to know, but he still asked the assassin. “Who ordered the attack?” The man started laughing so loud that the walls of the cave carried his voice in the entire cave returning it as an echo. “Isn’t that obvious, the Assassin Group it’s only loyal to one man in this Kingdom, the Ruler, of in this case the regent of the king, your father, but if you’ll excuse me now, I have mission to accomplice” he started walking toward Ra’on and bypassed him slowly while laughing.
Inside Ro’an’s head a lot of things started to make him feel like going crazy. First of all was the desolated feeling of being betrayed by his father, of worse, being fooled by him. Secondly, was his cousin, the heir who was in deep danger. Then, in that moment he felt like he had to do something, and without think too much he did it. He pointed his sword to Gad’ank’s head and he attacked him from behind. It all happened in a flash, so fast that the young man didn’t even saw it coming. He never got to reach with his sword at the man’s throat; he only scratched it with the edge of his sword while Gad’ank’s sword had pierced his right shoulder. He retreated a few steps back. To attack an assassin which all his life killed in the shadow, and who expected to be taken from behind was a foolish thing to do, but know he had no choise; he had to finish this fight. The man smiled while he raised his sword bringing the blade full of blood in front of his face. The smell of blood was like a drug to him. He suddenly pointed the edge of the sword at Ra’on and he engaged him. From that moment, he realized that he becomes an enemy and the only thing left for him was to fight. He rose up exactly when the sword was almost to cut his head. The next attack was barely deflected by his sword and for a moment his arms went numb from the power of the attack. He knew that he is inferior to him in close combat, he’s speed was lower; he was physical strength as well, so he had no chance. Ra’on raised his left hand and closed his eyes for a moment. His hand turned in a bright light that was glowing brighter and brighter. Then he raised his other hand with the sword and he touched the hilt of the sword with the glowing hand and all the light transferred from the left hand to the right hand and the sword that was all covered with light. He jumped back a couple of feet and he swung his sword like he was going to cut the air. After the blow, a ray of light was released from the edge of the sword and headed Gad’ank, but he avoided it by jumping high into the air. The ray of light went in the wall making it crumble and a deep mark was left in it. He then released blow after blow trying to hit his enemy but he was too fast, avoiding or deflecting it in the last moment. His aim was also not very clearly because of the wound in his shoulder, so half of the blows were wasted without aim. Gad’ank was laughing while avoiding the blasts frustrating him even more so seeing that his attacks have no effect, he took the sword into his hands and raised it with the edge heading the ceiling. His muscles all over the body started to grow as he was concentrating. The ground started to shake for a moment, and after that an explosion of light covered the cave. In front of the assassin almost a new man appeared, with a light aura around him his eyes changed their color becoming black, His hair turned from white blue to dark blue and without a word he attacked. Gad’ank, s chest was cut in a blink of an eye and he barely avoided death. “So …this is how you want to fight?” After his words, he started to get serious and he headed towards the young man. Their swords crossed and the ground started to tremble while the pressure rose up. “I don’t have time for this...I have to reach to Gris’tol” said the assassin and jumped back. He putted his sword into the scabbard and then he raised his hands towards Ra’on. A ray of light emerged and headed the young man. He deflected the first time with his sword but the ray didn’t stop and after crushing into a wall, it headed again toward him, but this time divided in to rays which captured him and putted him at the wall, knocking him to the ground so hard that he was barely able to move. The rays of light disappeared and the assassin approached Ra’on slowly and smiling, he putted a hand on his injured shoulder. He pressed that hard that the man was almost to pass out from the intensity of the pain.
“Kill me already and let’s end this” said Ra’on bleeding, and he waited for the final blow. Instead of that, Gad’ank turned away and begun walking. “Say thanks to your father, because of him you’re still breathing after crossing your blade with me….you’re the second one to do that. The other one was pathetically a child, long time ago in the Kingdom of Dark” After telling that he disappeared into the deeps of the cave. The Ra’on tried, and after several tries he succeeded in rising up from the ground. Although he was bad injured, none of the wounds were fatal and he started walking slowly. He still had a chance of preventing Ned’ara from the assassin that was after her…

Tales of Dark:Bloodlust

It was silence…to silence, thought Tadr’an as he was walking through the great Hall….in both of his sights, huge statues could be seen searing at him with cold and stone eyes…they were his ancestors, from the seven Great Vampire Clans now all of them dead for a long time except just one Clan: Zak’art, which survived after the Great Vampire Hunt from ages ago by killing the other ones and now the prince Kaz’tar was the ruler of the Kingdom of Night. He founded the Kingdom as a last resort to survive, and to take revenge on the ones who a long time ago hunted them as they used to hunt people to feed. It was ironically for Tadr’an, one of the remaining vampires, to find him there again after five years when he gave up his position as the prince’s bodyguard and took the path of an outcast. Most of the vampire still fed with human’s blood but only when they really need it, so disparities were often seized in the near Kingdoms. An outcast vampire was a vampire who vowed to himself not to drink the blood of another creature, so every time they were hungry or thirsty they feed with their own blood. The bad part was that they were never satisfied with their meal and drinking your own blood was seen as a deadly sin in the Book of Erwa, the old book of rules of the vampires. Nobody knew why in a cloudy day, the young man, a boy at that time with long grey hair came in the chambers of the prince and after a few moments he left the place full of blood and with one eye of the ruler. The guards even tried to attack him but they were no match for a straight descendent of Goli’kan, the strongest of all vampires which died after killing over a thousand enemies. That day, when he left the palace, rivers of blood started to flow on the stairs or the castle and behind him only corpses were left, and now he was there again, though alone he was sure that at least ten hidden guards are watching him as he walks.
He never expected to ever be involved in things with Nosa’ka Throne ever in his life. But a day before he was visited by a massager of Kaz’tar which invited him at a meeting at his court. His first answer was a categorical no, but when the massager took a ring out of his pocket, a silver little ring with a small opal on it, which belonged to his sister, he putted his work aside and went to see the prince. He felt a strange feeling as he first walked there and as well during the discussion with the ruler. “Thank you for answering to my request, Trad’an, it’s always a pleasure to see you ...even only with one eye.” said Kaz’tar when the young man entered in the large room where the ruler was having his dinner. He looked one moment at the simple wearing of the one who was in the past the feared vampire alive even if he was only 14 years old. Trad’an was looking as well at the deep scar on the ruler’s face where in the past his right eye could be seen. “Why did you call me?” Asked the young man with a cutely voice that made the ruler smile. “I need your services for one last time….I want you to kill certain persons for me” replied the prince as he was searing at the one in front of him. “You know as well as me that I’m going to say no…I’m done with killing for you and for anybody else.” He turned around and made a step through the door but he was stopped by an armored hand. He looked at the one who stopped him and saw a tall and well built vampire who appeared blocking the door with his massive body.”How dare you turn your back to your master? “Asked the big man looking down to Trad’an and pushed him back. “That was not a wise thing to do” said with calamity the young man and before he knew the big one was flying through the door and crushed in a wall. “That’s enough said the ruler and addressed to Trad'an: “I now the location of your sister.” Suddenly all become quiet and the young man couldn’t move forward. He looked back at the prince’s face and after a moment he was sure that he wasn’t lying, not because he couldn’t but because he wouldn’t dared…he was still afraid of the boy from 5 years ago who ripped his left eye as a token of his leaving. “Tell me where it is….where is Nad’a?” his voice become suddenly so serious that for a moment the ruler thought of telling him, but he had other plans for him. “Not before you do what I asked you.” “I have changed….I don’t do that sort of things anymore…find somebody else “ For the second time the young man started to walk out when a metallic sound as if someone dropped something on the floor reached his ears. “ He turned around and saw a cage in front of the room and inside it a young girl chained. Her eyes had the same green as Trad’an’s eyes. Seeing his sister, the young man almost went insane, he disappeared from the door and in a blink of an eye was near the cage trying to reach her sister, but not to save her, but to kill her…his fingers became caws as his eyes become red. A complete rage unleashed inside him but the cage was made from silver which was indestructible by the hands of a vampire. The girl started to cry slowly seeing her brother in that stage of madness, but she knew the reason why she was acting like that so she knew that there’s no chance to find forgiveness in those red eyes. “So….what do you think…can you do this one last favor to me?” asked the prince smiling and watching at the last struggle of the young man to reach her sister.
Trad’an stopped and bowed his view for a second and then he rose up his head, he returned to normal. and walking by her sister without even looking at her approached Kaz’tar . “First of all, I need you to kill a certain person who’ll get in the Gris’tol next week. He’s an old master from the Kingdom of Moon and he’ll be caring a stone with him…I also need that stone beside his life” The young man looked closely at him and then he looked at her sister who was still crying with her look into the ground. He then left the room without saying a thing when the big man appeared again in front of him….this time Trad’an passed by him slowly and headed for the exit. Kaz’tar let him go knowing that his silence meant that he agreed.
Now he was walking towards the exit of the palace knowing that he was being followed. and before he could walk out, the door closed and around him eight vampires crossed his path coming from behind the statues shadows. By their uniforms , Trad’an knew that they were vampires of Jis’ed , the little brother of Kaz’tar who swore to revenge the humiliation of his brother and tried several times to kill him but without success. “You must die now…” said one of the vampires and with a fast attack he engaged in the fight. His fist almost aimed Trad’an’s face but instead he punched the air and that was the last thing he did it coz in the next moment he finded himself flying towards the ceiling ,while the other seven were kicked out with tremendous speed and power.
Without saying a ward he left the palace without even looking back at the vampires who were barely moving. The sun was bright outside and its shines were falling on his pale face. The sun didn’t affect him at all because the only one affected by light were the pure blood vampires who no longer existed, but even so,Trad’an rushed back to his home. A few couple of hours later, he was on his way to Gris’tol wearing an old dark blue outfit made for the ancient vampire warriors.

Tales of Dark:Hope for a LIfe

The sun was up early in that morning…it was as if the night was banished by the day light sooner than the rest of the days. The village was still asleep and the streets empty while a cloaked person was rushing for the village’s exit. It was a young girl with blue hair that could be seen coming off her cloak and two bright brown eyes. She had her face covered with a piece of gray silk so nobody could recognize her. Tied of her belt a short sword in a golden scabbard with a jade hilt served as a protection against anyone who would want to stand in their way. In the corner of her left eye a tear made her way under the silk that covered her face. “He is no more….just give up May”. These words came back to her mind and soon she wake up in a middle of a field of corn. She remembered were she was because it was not the first time there; the only difference was that now she was inside her memories. It was her gift…the ability to go back in her memories any time she pleased and now she was standing in front of three persons. One of them was her, and the other two were two elders of the Hude’lak Throne, form the Kingdom of Moon. She knew back then, and seeing it one more time made her feel deep grief. The reason those two elders were there was because of her master Jad’kan, the one that raised her and thought her all she knew about being a Moon Warrior despite the fact she was a girl. After what they were saying he disappeared in the middle of town Gri’stol, also known as the land of thieves. She was the only one that knew why he was there and because of that she was visited by the officials of the Throne Hude’lak . “I do not know” she heard herself saying that lie for the second time and he watched again the reaction of those two who left without saying anything. She knew…..she knew why her master went to Gri’stol, but she couldn’t speak up…she promised not to do that and now she was paying the consequences for that. Though she still didn’t understood back then, when she was training with her master what he was saying about the grave danger in which are all the Kingdoms, she promised to him that she would go to the last place he was heard of and continue what he started if something were to happen with him. Just now she realized that that afternoon was the last time she saw him before e left. He even said farewell to her though he never does that. Now she was able thanks to her gift to realize things that at that time slipped her.
She suddenly faded away from the memories when she saw a couple of green uniforms coming towards her. The girl suddenly turned right and disappeared from their sight. She founded ironically that a few days ago she was in the elite group of warriors from the Kingdom of Moon, a special division which was in charge with secret missions about assassination, recovery, tracking and other dangerous situations, and now she was a fugitive and she was looked for in the entire Kingdom because of her disappearance. She knew that soon they’ll realize that she was deserting and that’s why she was in such a rush to leave the last village of the Kingdom named Yada’rin.
The exit was just at less than 100 meters away when the sky turned black and from it rays of light started to fall around her, and where the beams of light touched the soil, ghosts of light took form in front of her. Before the sky regain its gray color, a white lightning stroke the ground making a cloud of dust to rise slowly. After a couple of seconds, the dust vanished and in its place two people wearing green armors were waiting for her. It was a blonde boy with short hair and a smiley face, and a brown girl with short hair and blue eyes. While she stopped, the ghosts that almost had no physical form were gathering around her. “Why May? Why did you left?” asked the boy and on his face the smile was suddenly erased. “You’re deserting, aren’t you?” asked the girl next to him. May took down her cloak allowing her hair to fall freely on the back and after looking at them for a few moments she replied : “I apologies for what I’m about to do, but there is no turning back now, and you know it well Fara’na ,and you to Bad’ar .” “But still…why?” asked again the girl named Fara’na slowly like she ran out of air. “There’s something I have to do outside this Kingdom’s walls” replied May hating to see her younger friends on the other side off the battlefield. “ “Some time ago we were dispatched and sent to search for you in all the Kingdom….we were told to treat you like an enemy” said the young man and with a move from his hand, the ghosts started to get closer and closer to May’s position. So that means that from this moment on you’re my enemies? “Asked her and she putted her left hand on the sword’s hilt carefully. “The boy suddenly disappeared from her sight and he showed back a moment later on the top of a pillar in her right with his hands crossed over his chest. “You know….you could at least tell us what you’re going to do” said the girl in the green armor who disappeared too and appeared in her back. “It’s not nice to let your friends in dark “said the boy too, and with another move of his hand, the ghosts disappeared like they never were there. “For a moment, I really started to think that you’ll attack me”, confessed relieved the girl and smiled. “For a moment, I thought about it too, said Bad’ar and he disappeared again from the pillar and appeared beside May. The two of them who appeared in front of her were her only true friends from this Kingdom and she knew them since they were little, and they used to play together all kinds of crazy games and to do a lot of damage to neighbors. They were also Moon Warrior’s elite members and their skills truly remarkable.
“You should go now…or others will spot you and I’m afraid that they will not be as understanding as we were.” The boy started laughing and bowed towards her. “Come back soon...the elite won’t be an elite anymore if you’re not there” said Fara’na and she went beside the young man. “Thanks….I’ll promise I will return soon and I’ll bring with me my master as well” after saying that the wind started to blow heavily in her face making May understood that it’ll not be an easy task at all.“They are coming…hurry up and leave, said the boy looking careful at the roads where a metallic sound started to hear. “Go, go May” said the Fara’na. and the girl putted her cloak back on and started running towards the exit leaving her friends behind.
Soon she was in the near jungle, making her way towards Gri’stol……

Tales of Dark: Sight of Truth

“Are you sure you want to do this? “a voice was heard in the little room covered all in dark. Just the moon’s rays from the sky full of stars fell down through the window. “Yes….I thought about it and I’m going with you….I don’t belong here anyway” replied a voice of a man. "Then I think that I have to thank you , though I’m not sure this is a good idea for you to leave Nafara…since the last year incident you’re hunted in all Kingdoms except this one, our Kingdom of Thunder.” said the first voice again. The man closed his black eyes and the memories came back to him so real that he could even smell the fresh blood from his swords and the pain from the enemy weapons as he was trying to reach in the Chambers of Jar'na, to get the last item he needed from the Kingdom of Dust.He opened his eyes and looked at the girl who came forward to the window and for a moment she gazed at the sky as the moon shines were falling over her silver hair which barely touched her naked shoulders. She was dressed in a grey long and simple dress that covered even her feet. Her face was one of a child when he smiled at the man from the other side of the room who said to her: “ I know that you grew up and that you’re an excellent mage but when it comes to close combat you must admit that your skills are pretty low, so if you’re seriously considering doing this quest, you must let me come with you” His voice didn't sound like he would take "no" for an answer. The girl remained silent for a moment. Her mind suddenly brought memories about the man in behind her. A young man, tall and with an unusual green hair and a scar on his right chick like a crescent moon. She knew his origins…a merely street kid from the streets of Zianon, the main citadel of the Kingdom of Thunder, who grew up by learning how to survive in the world and aided by his unusual strength since he was little he become at a small age, a soldier of Nefara Throne. The first time the girl saw him was a year before when in order to save the Kingdom of Thunder from a plague, he went through all the Kingdoms and stole from them the necessary items for the cure, items that were very precious for the other Kingdoms so beside the Kingdom of Dark, which gave them a black heart of a tar’as as soon as they asked. He was forced to stole the rest of the items and that gathered the wrath of the other Kingdoms upon himself,but not just that; a lot of scars remained on his body as well on his soul, and if it wasn’t for the Stephanie’s father, the Archmage of Nefara, he would have been hiding even now in the foresaken lands.. “Stephanie, are you okay? asked the man as he was coming closer to her until he stopped in front of her.He was tall and well built,and his black eyes weew searching the girl's face. “Yes “ replied short the girl and then she continued” I’m not as weak as you think I am Rak’had…I can take care of myself”. “I know you can, but I’m not going to take any chances…I don’t even want to think what your father will do to me if I were to lose sight of you...I don’t want to spend the rest of my life turned into a frog you know…” his voice was realy serious and the girl was concerned. The girl started laughing but she was stopped by the man’s finger that sealed her lips making her to cease. “Be quiet…if you really want to do this, you must first go out from here first”. She suddenly blushed in the dark. Her breathe started to be more intense as well as her heart beats. “Alright, I’ll do wha…” but she didn't had a chance to finish the sentence. The young man dragged her away from the window, and from the surprising act the girl fell over Rak’had on the cold and dusty floor. “Why did you do a thing like this? “ “The guards…the night patrol was right below the window and you could have been” he wispered.“ Ooo…I understand now” and she begun to get off of him but she suddenly fell again with the head on his chest. “Are you alright? “asked concerned the young man. She didn’t reply…..she just raised her head from his chest and for a moment he was stunned. The girl eyes turned from normal green to bright purple as she was staring in his eyes. He knew that the girl doesn’t look at him but through him, so Rak’had realized what it was going on and he quickly raised her up while she was staring in void. “I think is enough “said the man after seeing how sweet was falling from her forehead and her breathe was unstable. He raised his arm which started to glow in a pale green color and then he putted two fingers on her forehead. She suddenly closed her eyes and past out in RAk’had’s arms. He kept her like this a few moments without saying a word until she finally opened her eyes which turned to their normal color. "It's happening often and often lately" said the man to himself as he was holding the girl,because he was there when it happened the first time,and he knew that that wasn't a good sign. “It happened again” said the girl slowly. The man didn’t reply. He just looked at her with a caring look. “I’ve seen it again…the same battlefield….filled with rivers of blood under a clouded sky. The same shadow who stroked all of them down in a blink of an eye…aided by a monster with red eyes”. The girl putted her head on Rak’had’s shoulder. “It’s the four time this week …Are you sure you don’t want to tell about this to your father? “asked the man. She barely replied with a low voice” No, I’m sure about this…I have to find that shadow and now…I know where they are heading...Gri’stol..plus my father will never understand what I can do. This is the power of a wich as you are well aware and if my father finds out about it...there wil be complication”.“I know that your father hates wiches,though I don't know the reason,but stil...Gri’stol, the town of thieves….That’s one more reason to come with you” insisted Rak'had while the girl rised again and went to the window. The cold wind blew in her face making her calmer. “...then I guess there is nothing to discuss about it anymore…let’s go" spoke the young man again. Then he headed towards a little table in the corner of the room and from it he took his swords and putted them in their scabbard crossed on his back. After that he moved next to the girl and surrounded her with his left arm. “Thanks” said the girl and putted her arms around Rak’had’s neck as they were falling down from the window of a high tower into the night...

Tales of Dark: The choose of an heir...

“No!!” was heard from the council room. Everybody was astonished by that tone. “How you dare to raise your voice in this chamber?” asked the Head adviser, an old man, dressed in a white cape. “I won’t allow it…she will not go there” replied again the young man who shouted “no”. He had a leather light armor colored in black and beneath it a silk dark-blue shirt could be seen. He’s pants and his boots had the same color as his armor. He was not too tall, but well built and a jade medallion could be saw at his neck. It was his mark as a Ruler’s son, as the heir of Radaj Throne, the Kingdom of Lightning.
But now he was not just an heir…not anymore. A day before, a horrible new stroke the Kingdom …..his father passed away and he was now the Ruler. But he knew, as well as the advisors who formed the Council that his father didn’t passed away...not in a natural way...he was killed and the murderer was probably with the merchants that left the Kingdom in the day his father was killed. And now he had to take care of the whole Kingdom. The reason he summoned the Council was to ask them the permission to go after his father’s killer, but they declined it and offered him another alternative for the problem
“Because of this my father was killed “shouted again the man as he pointed a covered small abject from the triunghiular table they were gathered around. He could still remember the talk he had with his father a few days before he was killed. “Kri’son I’ve just received a package of tremendous importance” said his father, as he sat on the balcony of his castle looking at the sun which was just fading. “What is this about this time? “Asked the young men, suddenly feeling worried for his father. “I can’t tell you…for now, but I’ll have to leave soon for a couple of days and I’m putting all my thrust into your hands that you’ll take care of the Kingdom while I’m gone” replied his father. “No father! …why are you leaving again...it’s not the first time you leave without telling me or anyone else were you’re heading …why are you doing this? asked Kri’son looking into his father’s white eyes. He saw that his father was troubled lately and started feeling sorry for his words, but the Ruler replied while smiled “It may seem unfair to you and our people, but I assure you that what I’m doing is for the best of us...and not just our kingdom, but all the people from all the kingdoms. As you know, we have the more stable Kingdom of all, but since the other 14 kingdoms rusher in their decision to annihilate the Kingdom of Dark, things have started to change...and not in a good way. The death of Sind’ar, the Ruler of the Kingdom of Dark become the point when all the world started to get mad, they started to fight over the lands of the previous Kingdom, and soon wars will begin, and that’s just the beginning of it” When he spoke about Sind’ar, he did it with a deep regret within his voice and Kri’son remembered that his father and Sind’ar were good friends in the past, when he was little but as the year passed they distanced each other and in the end the Kingdom of Dark ended by the hands of the other Thrones, except 5 of them who didn’t do anything. “At least tell me where you’re heading this time” he requested to his father. “Fine. I’ll tell you that much….I’m heading to Gri’stol….but you must tell this to no one” said the father and he turned at his son looking at him. “Let me go....I’ll go instead of you...so you can remain here where you can be safe…you’re not as young as you used to be “ he was almost begging for his father to go instead of him but the answer came as he espected “ My boy…I may not be as young as I once used to be,but I assure you that I’m strong enoufhgt to not fear anyone in this world….at least not anyone that is still alive” replied him and said ”Recently I’m in the possession of something more important then me, then this Kingdom and even more important even then you”. His voice faded at the last part. “ The reason I’m going to Gri’stol is because only there what I have in possession will be in good hands and he showed to his son the same object covered in a piece of leather that now was standing on the council table.
Kri’son, do you hear us? …the voice suddenly took him out from his travel through his memories. “Yes” replied him after a while. The chambers with the 7 advisors were gathered was suddenly to small for him, He felt like he was suffocating, but the sensation disappeared when a gentile hand touched him. He turned his head and saw the only person left for him to care: Sophia, a girl who was his friend since childhood, but she was from a low rank family so the other ones around the castle were bothered by her presence and by her relation with him, now more than ever because Kri’son was at the age of 19 years old and the advisors expected him to marry soon with a women from a Nobile family. The girl was a threat to the royal blood flow so the advisors decided that she should go and take the object to Gri’stol because even if she was a woman, she was a high level magician and a moderate level melee fighter, so she was more than capable to do dangerous missions. “Kri’son” said the girl “o you not thrust me and my skills? I thought I proved you long ago what I’m capable of. I’ll deliver the package once I reach in Gri’stol and then I’ll come back.” She smiled at him as she said that. Her voice was so soft and her brown eyes were so deep that the young man couldn’t resist their sight anymore and he turned his look. The girl had her white-blonde hair let loose on her back, was dressed in a female armor with shoulders protectors that had the green color, a short chain type golden skirt and short boots at the level of her ankles. At her belt she was carrying just one long strange sword with one hilt and tow blades of the same size but close distanced one from another. He knew that the girl was able to fight, but something was bothering him with letting her go all alone.
“You’re the heir, if something happens to you while you’re gone, then our Kingdom will fall into chaos…think wise boy...this is not about revenge ...it’s about the sake of your people” said the Head advisor.
Inside of Kri’son a battle begun between his desire to revenge his father and to protect Sophia against his duties as an heir. After a moment of silence, he took a one last look at the ones present there stopping his eyes on Sophia and after he kissed her on the forehead, he took the object on the table and his black cloak off the chair. “I‘ll be back soon “said he to himself and left the room without looking back…not even once.

Tales of Dark: Final Quest in the Star Valley...

Outside was a little bit cold and dark...The sun set a while ago but the moon still didn't appeard on the blue sky. Only few stars were spreading their light above the silent valley. Some steps were heard in the night,fast light steps that headed throught the Valley Sih'kar,also knowed as the Star Valley because of the milions of shining rocks that covered the soil and at the moon's light they were starting to glow like a sky on earth. But in that night it was not the case. The moon was still refusing to show her pale face and to iluminate the path of the only person in the whole valley. It was a girl,almost a young woman who suddently stoped. She looked like a worrier,dressed with lionskin boots that reached her knees, a short skirt from silver silk,and a brown corset was covering her bust. She had a golden belt tied arund her and at the belt she were two short swords with blue hilts and guards with the same colour. In her back,a bow could be seen,which served as her mainly weapon Her hair was long,brown and tied in a ponytail. The reason she stopped was because of the wind. He suddently changed his course,and she could sense something was not right. She knew that...she spended to many years training under the Kil'tar the master of Throne Hid'sar,Kongdoom of Wind. As an apprendice to him,she started while she was little a severe training under him,and now she reached a level where she could manipulate the wind as she pleased. Althought she knew something was not right,she continued walking into the night.
Suddently the earth started to shake under her feet and she jumped back. From the soil three stone golems took form;they were 10 feet high and made from hard stone. She realised after she saw their dark red eyes that they were not frendly at all,but foes. She took her fighting stance and drew her swords with a metalic sound. One of the there golems headed toward her and slamed the ground creating a shockwave that removed the ground around him and the wave headed to the girl that jumped high in the sky becoming one with the night for one moment. She landed on the golem's back and she crossed her swords. While she closed her eyes,the blades started glowing in a pale blue colour. That was the secret of her swords, if she concentrated her energy into them,their blades could cut throught anything. In a couple of seconds,she took the golems head off and severed him in pieces. She could not rest as the other two golems stared firing red beams of distructive energy from their eyes aiming for her. But she was to fast for them. After avoiting the blasts,she headed towards them and cuted them into pile of rocks. "Who summoned them?" asked the girl with loud voice for herself.
She knew that summoned creatures must have a summoner in the colse range. But she couldn't finish her thoughts becouse of the earth that started to tremble behind her again. When she turned her head,she sow the tree golems back on their feet,but this time they were not from stone,but diamond,on of the hardest rock of the world. She didn't,stayed much to think and went fot them. She rised her speed until she reached the flash level and started atacking. After a couple of atacks she stopped. Althought she was to fast for them to even catch her with their eyes,theyr body deflected all her atacks,her blades doing nothing more than scratching the golems. They fired another beam atack as shee stood at over 60 feet away from her,but she deflected it with her swords by crossing them and creating a shield.Then,two golems hited the ground with their fists. The girl expected another shockwave,but she was wrong, no shockwave started,but the soil at her feet begun to shake and from it diamond spears pierced the soil,trying to reach her. She founded refugee behind a bigger stone,but she couldn't remain much there because of the last golem who came running and smashd the rock with his bare hands trying to get her.
She put her swords back to their guards and she took the bow from her back and rised it foward. After she evaded anotehr beam atack which almost got her,she opened a little bag that was tied at her belt and from it she got 3 green little gems. she selected one and the other two she put them back in the little bag. As she was running and jumping from one place to another,she closed her fist around the gem. A green light appeard in her palm and it soon transfrmed in an greenlight arrow. She streched her bow at maximum and placed the arrow. She stopped from running and waited for the golem to approch..she couldn't afford to miss,so she stood there as he came running towards her. She fired.....The green light took it's flight with tremendeous speed and pierced the golems head. A scream of pain was heard from the golem's mouth as he crushed down. A smile could be seen on the girl's face while the other two golems started atacking her again. She put another gem in her hand,and another one fell hiting hard the ground. For the third one,the girl took two gems and fired them simultanius.
One of the arrow dystroied the golem while the other one continued flying aimesly,when it suddently headed the ground and a scream of pain was heard again. This time it was a human scream,so the girl headed there very fast. In fact that was her plan from the moment she saw the tree golems. She knew that the summoner must be around and must be to weak to fight her face to face ,so she used the time while she fought those golems to find out the summoner's position. Now she stood in front of an little creature,coverd all with a green and rusty cloack. His face was all covered by a piece of black silk and only his eyes could be seen. He was lieing at her feet with a bleeding hole in his right shoulder. The girl put a foot on his wound and while he started to scream again and was bearly breathing,she asked" Why are you trying to kill me?
"Who send you ?" her voice was cold and calculated and the prisoner started to talk slowly"I'm part of the Hire'sah Thieves from Grie'stol",the location she was headed. SHe reminded then the words of her master "While going to Gri'stol,you will encounter many enemies on your road and in the town even more,so ypu need to go,and find the inn caled BlackSheep,there you'll pick up a packet for your King,you must bring it here right away." "What is in that packet" asked the girl courios to find out more about this and a little annoyed because she was going an a mision and she didn't even know what she was going to carry back with her. "It's a serious matter, Ki'Yuu,you must not let anyone see you with that packet and if the enemy knows about what you're carrying and you're in grave danger,then the first thing you do,you destroy the packet...understood?" Althought she wasn't so sure about it she replied a brief "Yes master" and she left on the road.
Now Ki'Yuu was forced to find out who was after her."Who commanded you to pursue me and try to kill me"asked she...at first the man refused to talk,but as she put pressure with her foot on his wound ,he finaly gave up. "Our lider Uert had information that a spy from the Wind throne was headed this way so I was sent to stop that spy...but you're no ordinary worrier...no much can move like you do". "Stop talking to much" replied the girld annoued by his talk,and by the fact that he was right. Her past was dark and no matter how much she tried she couldn't forget her painfull childhood as well as she couldn't forget how she used to beg in the square for something to eat or drink. "That happened long ago" said she to herself and took another look at her enemy who was still under her foot. She removed her foot and drew one of the sword. She poined it's edge at the neck of the foe,but she didn't kill him,she just severd his ligaments so that he could not walk anymore for a wile,in case he was going to survive after so much bleading. "I'll let you live......for now" and with no other words she started walking while she put her sword back in the guard. "Something is not right" said Ki'Yuu and headed further into the night. Her path was luminated by the milions of rocks which started glowind after the moon appeard on the sky. For a moment she alowed hersefl to enjoy the view but soon she rushed her step heading to Gri'stol,to fulfill the last quest as a servant of the Kingdoom of Wind. After that she could be free from her duties and free from all,but it seemed that it wasn't going to be easy.........