Chapter 2

If you haven't done so, please read the prologue first, then the first chapter as the newest post equates the latest chapter. Enjoy!

Chapter 2
  
  Sarah walked about the castle of Braiken, where the Incar school is located. She didn't see much of the outside world, only when the cloister had field training with the guards, even then her sight seeing was limited.

  "Formidable Allies..." Sarah thought on the words of Alicia. She wondered where these warriors of might AND reason would exist.

  Her journey around Braiken, which seemed to have so much potential would be soon cut short, however...

  "GET HER!" Yelled a guard. 

As the Incar turned to look what was the commotion about, a slim, mysterious figure shot across her from the corner of her eye. 
It was only a blink from the Incar's beautiful eye lashes, and that was more than enough time for the shadowy being to evade her frontal vision. This also was more than enough time for a hand that moved so quickly, it flashed as if a ray of light entering into a dark room. This said hand swooped across like a hungry hawk, and snatched the Incar's satchel. 

"Hey-" was all the words the Incar could mutter as she stumbled 
backward from the speedily movement of the female that sped past her. The Incar's stumbling brought about a short adventure to the teleportation pad found in this city, which can bring any personnel to another location, granted that the desired place also had a teleportation pad, along with an Augur to use the device. Another person was also in the middle of using the pad. She fell onto him and heard the Augur who was in charge of that pad shout,  "HEY! You gotta pay..." but it began to blur, as well as her sight of him, for the teleportation process already began, and she would travel with this stranger to Loa, whether she liked it or not.

A strange beginning for an Incar Mage, seeking to befriend other like minded warriors, but the teleportation itself was what worried her. The Incar mage knew not of what to make of the bright stars and lights that seemed to ebb and wave as time passed. She was scared, she never used this method of travel before, and now she feared penalty for teleporting without fares paid. She clung to something, someone. She did not know if it was the stranger who she bumped into in Braiken, or if it was the female that took her satchel. Her satchel! She wanted to look to see if it was really gone or not, but in this space of here to there, she did not want to risk doing anything.

It wasn't too long, until she saw something, someone, far away, and in the blink of an eye he seemed close enough to be touched. A black flame added to contrast the being from the bright stars and lights that surrounded the Incar Mage. The being turned to her, his eyes with a ruby red glow.

  "Did I summon you? If so what thing are you? Have you come from Abaddon's pit or the womb of Trieste?" She then realized that the thing she was clinging to was the man engulfed in those dark flames. The man recognized this as well, and pushed her away in disgust. However, that disgust soon turned to a cautious amazement and wonder.

  "You are not harmed by my dark magic?" The mage looked down for the first time and saw no injury to herself that would result from burns. She shook her head.

  "I do not know why you are here, or how you got here, but I am a summoner, and I am waiting for a minion of mine to arrive. Please be gone." The mage wished to respond, but no voice came out. It was as if she lost that ability here in this place. The summoner was angered by this.

  "I will tell you once more, begone, or I shall destroy you where you stand!" This however, gave no fear to rise out of the mage. For the Incar, a strange peace and serenity came over her, as if to say here is where she belonged at this present time.

"GET OUT OF HERE!" The summoner yelled as he raised his voice and lifted his hands to cast a spell, but to his surprise, no spell resolved.

"What have you done witch?! If you shall not heed my magic, then you will adhere to my physical prowess!" He lunged forward to assault her, and as she responded to this action, the summoner's seemingly punishing attack began to slow, and any force that would have harmed the mage, seemed to drain from the summoner. Little by little, his movements were slowed to a halt, and as his fist made contact, it looked like a friendly tap against the mage's shoulder. This enraged the man, and he began a flurry of blows, all to which had the same result as the first. Whatever magically effect that caused this, his attacks began to slow, and what bellowed as war cries from his air filled lungs, slowly turned into the sounds of a whimpering child. As the summoner stopped, he began to sob 

"...Please...leave...there is no other place I have that is safe...please"
And from that moment, it felt as if this safety the summoner spoke of was the one thing that the mage could give. She knelt down with the summoner, who had collapsed, and as she placed her hand on his shoulder, the black fire that seemed to consume his very existence suddenly subsided. In an instant, the once dark and star filled void the two were in became a place of light and shadow, perfect co-existence, a spectacular balance between day and night, like a tree placed in the perfect spot on a warm sunny day, casting the most amazing shade any couple could ever dream of having a picnic under. It was in this shade that the summoner stopped his sobbing, looked up with child like eyes, and softly spoke:

"who are you?" Without a moment to respond, the Incar and mage felt this dream like place would end, as they both closed there eyes, only to open them in another place we call the physical realm, reality.

As the eyelids of the mage opened, the image she saw was hazy. She saw a hand extended to her, and without seeing who it was, she reached for it and felt the strength of a hundred men pull her up from the ground. Blinking for a bit and shaking her head, she heard a man speak.

Man: Greetings noble Incar! Was your travel here pleasant?

Sarah:...Yes... for the most part...
(The man stays close to her, making sure she is able to keep her own balance)

Man: Haha, I see. I can tell you don't usually travel using teleportation. Say, what had you rush onto the platform with me? Had an appointment you were rushing for? Perhaps a date with a dashing man?

He laughed out loud at his own joke, or what he thought was one, but as he saw the mage was still getting her bearings, he toned it down.
Man: I apologize, but I would like to know why you jumped onto that platform with me in such a hurry? The Augur at Braiken won't be pleased you got a free ride.

As the mage looked up, she noticed that it was the man who she bumped into on the teleportation platform after she stumbled from the female thief's speed. Thief, the Incar thought in her mind, because she noticed her satchel missing.

Sarah: Yes... I was pushed onto the platform by someone...a woman.

Man: ...Was she pretty?

Sarah: Yes...wait what?! She took my belongings! I don't have any dil now, because of it!

Man: Oh! I am so sorry about that. I was just looking for a date to treat tonight, I thought that woman would be a candidate...Perhaps I'll stop now.

Sarah: ...Its alright
The Incar gave a strange look at the man, then slowly chuckled at the man's humorous nature, for better or worse.

Man: Where are my manners? I am an Azure Knight, of the Azure Order. You are an Incar, we both know each others goals and purposes. I have sworn my aid to the Incar, and thus will offer you my hand...

Sarah: Thank you, I will be needing-

Azure Knight: In marriage haha!

Sarah: ...You said you would stop

Azure Knight: Oh, there I go again, I apologize

Sarah: ...I think I will enjoy your company, Azure Knight

Azure Knight: ...Really?! Do you enjoy my humor?

Sarah: Yes, or the lack thereof

Both of them chuckle

Sarah: Sir knight, what town is this?

Azure Knight: I wouldn't call this place a town, rather a city. Loa is the name. The guards here aren't just made up of Braiken recruits, but also the local militia.

Sarah: Loa? I see...would you be willing to travel with me back to Braiken to search for the woman who took my belongings? I will pay you handsomely for this endeavor.

Azure Knight: Of course! I also wish to discover who this female thief is that took your belongings...and possibly ask her on a date haha!


The knight expected the Incar to roll her eyes and show disgust for his lack of taste in jokes, but the Incar smiled and appreciated his friendly nature. She knew this would be a person to fight along side her when the time came.


Sarah: Thank you. My name is Sarah, and what is your name Azure Knight?

Albert: Oh, my name is Albert, its a pleasure to meet you, I have to check in with the other knights here first before I go with you, but perhaps I can pay for your fare back to Braiken, and meet you at a certain location afterwards.

Albert goes to pay the Augur at the teleportation pad, but as he does, a whish was heard, and a piercing arrow struck the Augur before Albert's hand could extend to pay any fare.


Sarah gasped, and looked to where the projectile had come from. A group of people clothed in dark were running full sprint at Albert and herself with spears, swords, and bow & arrows in hand.


Albert: Abbadon cultists!

Albert unsheathes his sword and takes off the shield that was on his back. He charges forward to meet a cultist's sword with his shield, then cuts him into two from the hips.

Sarah prepares a spell of hers, which befalls the cultist running foolishly at her. The man combusts into flames, and screams, until impaled by Albert's blade.

After the battle...

Albert: Are you alright Sarah?

Sarah: Yes, I am (panting a bit)...I see you have great skill with your sword. I'm glad to have you as a companion

Albert: (becomes a bit bashful) Oh, thank you, thank you.

A man enters onto the scene, with 2 knights in armor accompanying him

Albert: Sir Alistear! Where were the guards? We had to take care of them ourselves!

Alistear: My apologies, they were on the other side of Loa. The warriors that inhabit this place also were not present at the time. I am impressed that...  

Alistear takes notice of our mage Sarah

Alistear: ...You both have faired well. And what privilege do I have in meeting such a powerful and beautiful mage as yourself?

Alistear bows before the mage. Sarah takes a bow as well.

Sarah: Thank you sir Knight, my name is Sarah. I was sent by the head mistress in Braiken's Incar order, to acquire allies in the battle against Abbadon.

Alistear: From Braiken? Head mistress Alicia? Usually she has mages recruited right away into the Braiken Garrison. She must have a special purpose for you leaving the castle without alerting the army I'm sure.

Sarah: Yes...She had her reasons, for which I am unsure of why, but I honor her and will do as she asks me.

Alistear: I trust her judgement as well. Come now, let us take our conversation else where. I do not wish to discuss... private matters out in the open.

Chapter 1: An Incar's beginnings

  If you haven't done so, please read the prologue first, then the first chapter as the newest post equates the latest chapter. Enjoy!

  We start with a scene of a Magical Academy. A room with two people inside. Spacious. Lavishly adorned with runes and magical symbols, speaking in their own language of power to those who would heed their speechless words.      Those who have in this place are called the Incar: Speakers to ancient ruins, mystical forces and energies that give them dominance over the elements, whether they be water, fire, or thunder that shakes the heavens.

  One of these mages aforementioned has been assigned a different task other mages would not usually do. An Incar mage after completing her training at the academy is suppose to go into the Braiken army. The head enchantress is holding a special ceremony for her instead.

Alicia (the head enchantress): Greetings Sarah, my beautiful young Incar. You may not know why we are here, but I thought it wise to send you elsewhere besides the army camps.

  The Incar is young indeed, with hair like silk. Dark and yet shining like the sun with all its radiance and still a shade from the punishing sun.

Sarah: Forgive me head enchantress (with a respectful bow), but this honor seems unnecessary. I desire to serve the Incar order, and the world outside that serves to protect life and balance.

Alicia: Believe me my dear, the honor is all mine, which I am willing to share, should you accept this privalage. Whether or not it is a pleasure is sincerely up to you. 
(Rises from her seat) 
You have the power to wield fire and mold it into the shape of a phoenix, sear your foes, and yet you would show mercy upon them, soothe their wounds, and save them from the brink of death. 
Never had I such a mage under my instruction that had the capacity to show compassion as much as you do. I fear that this gift would go to waste should you enter the Braiken army. I see your gift of delivering life and death much more expressed within a small group of travelers that I trust you will encounter. They will be your sword and shield against the army of the pitborn. 
And with this, I charge you, by the power and will the Incar have invested in me, through mortal bonds and pacts, and divine mandates, to go forth and bring the power of life and death, creation and decay to the pitborn outside these walls. Life to future allies you will encounter, and death to the pitborn that relentlessly seek to bring an end to life itself and draw all to the embrace of Abbadon. May Trieste herself guide you, and grant you formidable allies whom you will judge not by their looks or personality, but by their ability and alignment. Now quickly go, lest the army take you into their ranks forcefully.

Sarah: (eyes watering) Head enchantress! I-

Alicia: Do not be afraid child, I will contact you when the time is right. Here, take this satchel. It has currency only the Incar order is allowed to use.

Our head enchantress then grabs the hand of our lovely Sarah and guides her to a hidden passage. After an emotional embrace, Alicia activates the hidden magic to transport her from within the walls of the academy, to an alleyway in the back where few could notice her. It is here that Sarah's journey begins.

Prologue to the story

"...to hold you in my arms again..."
Dekaron
When 2 Moons collide
Light and Dark
Night and Day
Rain and Drought
Scarcity and Abundance
One Positive, the other Negative?
Like positive & negative charges
yes.
But Evil? Good?
Right? Wrong?
The face of evil we say
we see. What of the
look of "Good?" What are its
features?
   A story I'd love to tell,
Of Light and Shadow
Holding hands.
Like Yin and Yang.
A forever dance.
And from this story,
a tale of Love. Romance.
Is it possible to comprehend?
Who would have thought
that what you feared
and thought evil
was what loved you
the moment you were
born...

Hey

Hi all, my first blog! I'll be posting some of my fanfiction for the MMO game "Dekaron." Look forward to it! Below is lore from the past official 2 Moons site from Acclaim  (rest in peace) to give context to the story up above.

Here below is lore that was found on Acclaim's 2 Moons website. It differs from the Korean Dekaron lore a bit, but this one matches the trailer https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zP7hx17qHyE best:

The Bagi say it was Barak, God of Battle who created the world so that he might populate it with creatures to war with one another and so honor him. The Incar say it was Karenas, The World-Bearer who thought Haran into being. This even though Trieste herself did not know how the world came to be. It did not matter, she said. What mattered was that there was Haran and there was The Abyss.  One was a world of light, and the other, a dimension of darkness.

Always it is this way. In all realities, in all universes, in all beings there is that which devours and that which grows. When the world was young and unstable, wracked with earthquakes, pocked with volcanoes spewing ash and lava into the sky, drowned with constant floods, there was still life. There was no creature then to name them, but those who came after called them dragons. They ruled the water, the land, the sky. No beast could stand against them. And it was this that proved to be their downfall. The dragons multiplied unimpeded for countless centuries, each breed at war with the others until the conflict built to a war that encompassed the globe. A hundred years passed that saw the face of Haran scorched, the soil befouled, the water tainted with the blood the countless dead until only a scarce few remained.

Helion, high voice of The Old Ones, was the first to sense it – a breach, a footstep of darkness on the soil of light. Those responsible for creating a door between Haran and The Abyss were already dead, consumed by the
power they sought to wield. The Old Ones sealed the gap between the two worlds, but the damage was done. Abaddon, Lord of The Abyss, had seen the world of light. Had seen it and hated it as his black heart
had hated no other thing in existence. All The Abyss was under his dominion, and now that he’d seen there was more – more beings to devour and dominate, more souls to corrupt – he would stop at nothing to have it. And so it began, what Trieste called The Unending War.

Pitborn, the denizens of The Abyss, came to Haran by way of dark magics. Such arts had been honed in The Abyss for countless unhallowed centuries and now that the creatures who wielded such power were aware
of fresh blood and tender flesh just beyond the veil of their world, they turned their sorcery to the task. The people of Haran were strong then, schooled by The Old Ones in the ways of magic and battle. Despite their knowledge and skill, the numbers of Pitborn soon grew beyond their capacity to cope with. Though they would teach, The Old Ones would not use their power to kill the creatures swarming over Haran. Only Trieste, daughter of Helion, protested The Old Ones’ indifference. But she was bound by the will of her people and there was naught she could do.

In Heihaff, there opened a gateway to The Abyss higher and wider than the walls of the ancient cities, and beyond there came an army twisted and dark, of forms vast and vile… and leading them, Abaddon, destroyer of worlds.  This would have been the end of Haran, but there are other forces in the universe besides light and darkness. As Abaddon stepped through the rift, a shimmering wall of energy appeared, stopping him and his army. It was then that The Augur revealed themselves. They are the keepers of The Balance and have no allegiance to light or darkness, good or evil – their only duty is to maintain The Balance. So many portals between the two realms had been opened that the fabric of reality itself was in danger. And this new and largest tear in space was more than the Augur could allow. They closed all gateways between the two worlds and sent Abaddon and his minions back to The Abyss.

To prevent such a thing from happening again, they decreed that only one gateway would be allowed between the two worlds, and many stayed behind to enforce their will. They remain, teleporting Pitborn and Haranian alike through what they call The Shifting Place. This one gateway, The Black Door, may hold one of three positions: closed, open to The Abyss, open to Haran. It permits a flow one way or the other, or not at all. Nevertheless, there was still some traffic between the worlds. The Summoners would not relinquish their dark arts, despite the pleading of The Incar. The Bagi were infected by an Abysmal virus that corrupted their bloodline for all time. The Segnale, Pitborn themselves, defected and were permitted passage en masse by The Augur.

The Haranians did not forget the indifference of The Old Ones in their hour of need. They turned their backs and hearts on The Old Ones. The only god to ever appear to those who worshipped him, challenged The Old Ones openly. His name was The Saint of Blades and he was a match for any of them. Only to the beauty of Trieste did he acquiesce. Helion called a council of The Old Ones and they decided that this world had seen enough use of them; they would go elsewhere and aid some other fledgling civilization. The White Lady would not leave; Trieste would not abandon her people. She had seen a coming doom. The Black Door would swing wide and the armies of The Abyss would issue forth as though a river. The Old Ones left without farewell or fanfare. One day, they were simply gone.

For fifty years, the peoples of Haran prepared for war. The Azure Order honed their bladecraft; The Incar steeped themselves in the study and practice of magic; The Summoners delved ever more deep into their black arts; The Segita harnessed the power of Haran through the tips of their arrows; The Bagi called to the far recesses of themselves for strength and pushed their twisted bodies to unknown limits; And The Segnale, the blood drinkers, assassins of The Abyss, even they gave the sternest blood of their Pitborn hearts to the ways of healing and murder.

All these long years, the most powerful of The Incar had focused the whole of their energies on holding. The Black Door shut. It was the treachery of the exiled king, Rictus, and his sorcerer, Baphomet, that undid the spells binding the door. It swung wide and the Pitborn poured through. Trieste and The Saint of Blades had developed a strategy with forces stationed throughout the land in an attempt to compensate for their inferior numbers. Though the peoples of Haran fought well and bravely, it was a futile effort and Trieste had always known that it would be. When all of the forces of each race were pushed to the frozen wastes for a final confrontation with Abaddon and his forces, Trieste disappeared. Seeing this, the others fled, all but The Saint of Blades and his followers, The White Blades. They fought to the last and The Saint of Blades, though he could not die, was beaten into a supernatural sleep by Abaddon himself.

Trieste had not fled in fear; she left in secret to seal shut the gate with an act of self-sacrifice that honored all who had died in battle. With her own heartsblood, she sealed shut the gate and the creatures of The Abyss were sucked back to their foul realm. So has it been for centuries, Haran on one side of the door, The Abyss on the other. Trieste is gone, much of the old lore is lost, the peoples of Haran are scattered and few, and now, the door opens again...