End To An Era [Plot] [Open]

Mel jumped when she heard a rattle. It seemed like no one in the council really wanted to hear her previous report. She was of course the lowest rank known to mankind. No one would want to listen to her important warning. She shrugged. She was mistaken to believe that they really "wouldn't" attack. Mel looked outside to see what was going on. Her eyes widened as she saw the chaos. "Yabai!" Mel exclaimed as she ran down the halls. She pointed every where, the word "Reinforce" hit the ceiling and walls that were being damaged. Mel shook her self as she forced herself to run to the council chambers. She kicked the door open looking around for someone who would listen to her. "They're here! The mages from my report! They're here!" The mage clad in pink shouted out to whoever was in the room. Words flew around the room DANGER, WAR, MURDER, etc disappeared as she made her shining entrance. Mel blushed and looked around. "Sorry, I do this when I'm super stressing out about something." She cleared her throat. "The dark mages have shown up and made their goals known. They are terrorists to the council. I recommend by the numbers that are about to grow from my previous report that we retreat." Mel stated.

She was ashamed to point that out, but she was rather weak compared to the council and she knew that the council had something up their sleeve, but Mel had witnessed the events in Fiore first hand. Especially from a certain monster of a mage. So much power he held. She was astonished that someone like him would waste their lives away in dark guilds. Mel remembered when she was witnessing an interrogation of a dark age, the question of "why" came up. Mel only heard "because I was bored." Mel shook her head to focus on the current. "What are your orders?"

In a nearby, Endymion sat down, alone without an accompaniment. "Would you like some more wine?" The waitress asked with a smile. "Yes. Oh, and some cheddar, please." After on final sip on his drink, he had sensed something. Something eerie and dangerous. After a split second, he had left, leaving an after image of himself sitting down. Then it happened.

He ran through the streets, shoving aside everyone he encounters. He ran as fast as he could, and he would often leave an after image and jump to the roof. After jumping high in mid-air, almost to the point of teleportation and leaving an after image behind, the city collapsed, and now in ruins, destroyed. "Damnit... Era... now lies in ruins..." Some of the homes would still stand, while the other buildings eventually shatter into blocks. "N-No... This can't happen..."

Dryaw was Standing still on a hill near the city of era as he had finally arrived here from magnolia. He had found out where his savior was staying. Mell a rune knight. It was fitting for a rune knight to help other people tough. The city was laying peacefully on the mountain it was build. It was the location of the magic council. The law of the magic world. They said who died and who lived if you did a crime. They were the ones who did the will of the gods under the mages. Even if they didn’t know that. But they were there hands. It was a place dryaw hold in high respect and maybe one day he could join their ranks and help whole of Fiore.

Dryaw felt a strange presence coming from the mountains behind era. It was something very dark and evil. Something so old it shouldn’t be alive nor it should be flying around the lands of the living. Dryaw gave his horse a good kick in the but and started to sprint toward era. He had to warn them from the coming danger. He didn’t know what it was but it was hostile that was for sure. Celine was following right behind Dryaw as they both were looking at the top of the mountains where the presence was nearing each moment. Dryaw was going as fast as his horse could bear him. it was getting high speed Celine was left behind as he had a better sprinting horse. He was going so fast that the bypassing scenery was just a blur. But still it wasn’t fast enough a scream was thundering over the plains around era as a giant lizard appeared. Or a dragon as people here called it. They were feared here as much as demons and gods but those were just some lesser creatures. It was completely black with some blue sparks on it scales. Yeah it was a massive beast but how bigger they are the more the harder they fell. It opened his mouth and a huge magical energy was gathering near his position. Not much later a huge beam left his mouth and crashed into era. The light and power fo he explosion threw dryaw of his horse . he rolled over the ground and eventually stopped rolling over the ground. He looked up and saw the city in ruins only a couple of buildings was standing straight. The dragon had a immersive power to destroy. It was evil. Evil must be destroyed. He was the gods will. And he would fight today to kill this beast of evil. It may have destroyed the city. It may have killed countless people but the magic council is still standing straight. Some cracks in it but not yet destroyed. Dryaw called his horse back to him and jumped on it.

“Celine follow me for the righteous seven we shall kill every enemy that was here today. Purge everything with the dawning of the gods. Let us bring right to the dead of these people. After that we shall bring down that overgrown lizard and show it that nothing can defy the gods.”, he shouted out as his horse staggered up. he started to run forward again towards the entrance of the now destroyed era. He wouldn’t let them live. To many ghosts were walking around the road that went up to the mountain where era was standing on. The ghosts of all the people that died today. Dryaw could hear there wailing voices in his ears. It only strengthen his resolve to kill everything that was evil. Foe or allie alike evrythin would be purged.

5 years ago

A small boy hardly older then 6 ran through the bustling streets of a thriving market with warm bread clutched in his tiny arms. All around him people hustled and bustled about going about their business hardly paying attention to him, thieving children were a common site in the town. Times were tough and no one could blame the little thief, the only people who payed him any attention were the town guards and they only did so because it was their job, they gave half-hearted pursuit at best and quickly lost him in the crowds of people. The small child giggled to himself as he made his get away and he fled the city as fast as his tiny legs would carry him. His most recent hide out had been taken by older boys so he was currently looking for a new place to haunt and had grabbed the bread thinking it would have made good rations for the exploration.

The town was located close to a dormant volcano that the villagers believed to be cursed, the boy was not very superstitious so he had earlier decided to try and find a cool cave up there to live in; it was the perfect set up in his mind because no one would ever come near it. Living on his own in strange cool places was nothing new for the child he hadn't ever had parents as long as he could remember and as far back as he could remember he had always known how to fend for himself but he still always got this feeling of excitement and adventure when he went outside the city to look for a new base. He scampered about for hours circling the base of the volcano looking for the cave, very soon his bread was gone and he tired and hungry. He looked back to the town he had came from and saw it was way too far to go back to before nightfall and a wave of terror over took him. If he couldn't find shelter before nightfall he would be at the mercy of the wolves and the child wasn't feeling very lucky. So he pushed on hoping to find light at the end of his proverbial tunnel and sure enough he soon found the mouth of a massive cave and he scampered inside with gleeful abandon of all caution. Almost immediately he ran into a massive metal foot, that's right a massive, metal, foot. He looked up to see who the foot belong to and what he saw left an imprint on his mind forever for he was staring into the eyes of a massive armor coated, large horned, savage demon.

The Demon:

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Present Time

Go to Era he said, I have found a great new business opportunity he said, everything only gets better from here he said, he said. It doesn't really matter what he said anymore really, considering he was dead. Simon pressed his back against the one wall remaining of what had once been a large luxury estate, the fantastic gardens gone, the countless servants gone, the 6 floor mansion all but completely gone. Simon had hardly arrived at the new home his surrogate father had purchased in Era when the blast had hit, sent to go get a moving box from the storage room in the back Simon had groaned about the menial labor and pointless work but in the end it had saved his life. The mansion had been located on the edge of the city so when Acnologia had attacked it was only partially completely reduced to dust, the attack had missed him but just being close to it had sent Simon flying into a wall. Simon feared he was the only survivor of the blast within the entire mansion and seeing as he could see the ash and dust of the entire grounds he felt it was safe to say his fear was rational.

Separating himself from the lucky 1 surviving wall that he had pressed himself against earlier Simon looked over the ruin, no signs of survivors; funny he could have swore selfish bastards like his surrogate father were supposed to live through everything just to make life hell for everyone around them. The young mage wasn't sure if he should tr and feel remorse or something like that but he really couldn't, his surrogate father had been just that: his surrogate father and a pretty shitty one at that too. After taking a few moments to pretend to be struck with grief Simon stepped out of the rubble of his new-old-home and looked to see what the threat was that was so terrible it had wiped out all of Era in a single attack. Fortunately Simon didn't have to look very hard he easily caught sight of the behemoth Acnologia and he made a mental note to get the hell out of there as soon as possible. As much as he just wanted to run away and get out alive, he didn't want to do nothing either so Simon activated his God Leg magic  and began sprinting around the outskirts of town to get to the Rune Knight's headquarters in the hope he could help them in their efforts to put down the dragon.

His swords in hand Zack watched as the dragon king descended onto the city and destroyed most of it in a single roar. For once in his life there was a completely serious look on his face as he hovered in the air at a distance watching the destruction. Demons and dragons. What a combination. All they needed were gods and then all the slayers would be useful for once. Still, if the gods themselves descended then the world would likely be ending. Perhaps it already was and the gods had forsaken the world. No, he would not let it end. He had not yet achieved his goals. He could not let the world fall into chaos. He might not be a dragon slayer, but today he would make a dragon bleed. He'd forbidden Devon from joining him. He could not risk her in this fight. He needed all the strength he could get which meant using both of his swords.

"Oi ugly." Zack said using his wind magic to amplify his voice so it could be heard. "You're going down." With that he flew towards the dragon head first. His aim was to literally headbutt the dragon in order to stun it and then use his swords to slice it to pieces. A foolhardy plan perhaps, but one he intended to carry out unless his instincts told him otherwise. As he flew at the beast he activated his spell, the Sky Emperor's mantle. This caused him to be surrounded in a constant wind aura that was tinged with white. This aura was  dense enough that it formed a thin armour, very weak, but useful.  Whilst in this form he gained 100% enhanced strength and speed making him truly lethal. It was said to be the power to destroy demons. Well, today he planned to use it on a dragon.  With luck the distance should allow him to generate a sonic boom on the moment of impact thus increasing the force of the blow.

In order to increase his speed further he was holding the swords at his sides so he formed a rough triangle. This would allow him to cut through the air better by reducing the air resistance. Yet, this was not all. As he flew towards the mighty beast he inhaled the air directly in front of his head thus removing the air entirely. He hoped to enter Demon Force and use his full strength to bring down the beast. As a sky slayer it would take time, but it wasn't like the beast was going anywhere and even if it left it would be chased by Zack.

The demons, which he would likely have been highly effective against were ignored for the time being thus he was not using his full ability. He was perhaps being foolish, but that was all in his nature. Besides, his instincts told him that the real threat was the dragon and the man who had summoned it, an event he had heard about, but had been too busy to intervene as he had been in Malkariss.

Durations and cooldowns:

Lance woke up in his bed at the inn when he heard a ruckus coming from outside. When he looked out he saw demons attacking people and a dragon?! Lance sat frozen in fear at the sight of the dragon. He had heard stories of them before but he hadn't believed them nor did he think he would ever run into a real dragon. He shot out of bed to got dressed as he ran to the roof of the building. He needed to see what was going on. Draco peeked out of his pocket and nodded at Lance as he flew upward and picked him up. Draco flew him to a nearby roof and dropped him off before flying away in fear. Lance kneeled on the roof and took a long look at the dragon "What the hell?!" Lance muttered to himself as two hooded figures came up behind him and put their hands on his shoulders.

Lance turned around a bit startled then his eyes were filled with tears. Memories flashed in his head of his child hood with him playing outside with Griffon and Melody and him training with Griffon and trying to impress Melody while doing so. The hooded figures took off their hoods "Nice to see you again Lance." They both said in unison. The boy looked like Lance but the girl had long blonde hair and crystal blue eyes. Lance jumped up and hugged them for a while then pulled away and turned to the scene at hand. "Damn, this is really bad..." Lance said to the two without turning his head and Melody nodded "Yes, the demons, the death..." She started to say but Griffon cut her off "not to mention the dragon..." he said in a cocky tone.

Lance got pissed at Griffon for that comment and tone and turned around. Lance walked over to Griffon and got into his face "This world is my home! I don't know if you care about it or not but I care about it so will you have the decency to at least act like you care?!" Lance said his eyes flashing red for a second then turning back to gold. Griffon took a step back in fear of Lance's sudden change in mood "H- Hey this is my home to... I care about it as much as you." Lance turned back around at Griffons comment with tears in his eyes as he put his hood on and walked to the edge of the roof "This is your home? You care about it? You don't have a home!" Lance said as he started to jump off to the next roof "Why wouldn't I have a home?"Griffon asked. Lance glanced at Griffon "You shouldn't even be alive.." He said and with that he jumped off the building and started running from roof to roof with tears streaming down his face. He didn't know what had come over him but he had to get somewhere or talk to someone that could make him feel better.

Melody took off chasing after Lance and when she reached him he had slowed down "It's ok I know why you are acting the way you are...." Melody said with a slight smile as she placed a hand on Lance's shoulder. Lance turned around he didn't want to but he did "I'm not going back." Lance said with a sort of grimace "never again..." he started to say but then all of a sudden he was being hugged by Melody. After a few minutes of silence Lance pulled away with a smile and nodded "Now if you will excuse me there is a town that I could try to help!" Lance said as he started to run off "Lance, when you have time come by a huge rock in the outskirts of town!" Melody called after him and Lance replied with a thumbs up as he ran back off into town.

As Lance ran he realized he didn't know where he was going so he stopped for a second and looked at the town in ruins and the chaos that was happening but then he thought that he may be able to find help at the rune knights base then he got an idea. He called Draco over and threw him a voice lacrima "Keep watch over the town. Call me if you have any information." Lance said as he ran toward the rune knights base. "I will not abandon this fight..." Lance thought to himself as he closed his eyes and clenched his fist as he continued running. Lance looked behind him to see that the city was now in ruins.... the inn he stayed at... everything but this only gave him more hope and continued to run faster than before.

Wintery winds swept across the valley of a small town nestled in the far northern part of Fiore. In this valley sat a town of less than 300. The town was built with homes of cold stone and brittle wood, the roofs were thatch, most of them in partial ruin. The people here had been living this way for the past hundred years, the last of their once great kingdom now just rubble in the midst of the mountains. The town was situated in a style where the larger buildings were closer to the mountain side while the smaller homes, those that belong to that of the poor were left near the outskirts where the winds were harsher. Here in this small town was the last of the bloodline of a powerful king. The king was around eons ago, some of the gods have even forgotten his name from the passage of time. The blood had become so diluted that not even the king would recognize his own heir but that would not stop the blood and spirit of the king from finding its next host. Loros the Ice Demon found himself in this pathetic village for one reason and one reason only, to find a person to use to spawn his child. The demon was as old as most the gods if not older, he watched the dawn of dragons and had a hand in their falling. He had helped mold the harsh cold north and even watched as his creations spread throughout the world.

The fog from the man’s breath flowed like a cigarette smoke into the air around him. His black and grey hair was trimmed neat, same could be said for the stubble on his face. His long jacket wiped in the wind. Behind him was hundreds of yellow, bloodthirsty eyes. He had brought nearly a hundred dire wolves with him this evening, were they needed? No, he could handle this affair on his own but he wanted to assure that the person that he sought was not harm in his attack. He took a deep breath, as he exhaled a eerie howl would echo throughout the valley, large ice shards would begin to erupt from the ground destroying house after house, he made sure that the one he needed would not be harmed though. This attack would also keep any survivors trapped in the area making it nearly impossible for them to escape. He could hear the screams of woman and children from the distance, men were rushing out with their spears and swords, the fools. Loros made a small wave with his hand and the wolves behind him started howling, one after another. The pack begun to charge on the town, flowing past Loros in a stampede. The wolves were hungry for flesh and blood, they were Loros’ children to some degree.

Faust, Aedre, and Ren, three of Savage Skull’s top mages had been flying for the past hour or so. He had never met the two women accompanying him on this journey, he had kept silent the whole flight just keeping his eyes open. IT made him feel fairly uncomfortable flying in air space so close to Era, the town’s magical barriers and constant patrols would make it tricky to slip through unnoticed. When they approached the area and he had not noticed any guards he instantly knew something was up. A roar could be heard echoing throughout the area causing goose bumps to appear all over his body. The deafening roar and the smell of something very dark in the air. He felt Neimo’s own body shiver from the sound, it seemed that his flying friend had realized the same thing he did, and there was something much stronger nearby than he ever believed.

The group of three were in site of Era now, or what was left of Era. A large black flying beast was in the air by the group, the sheer site of it made Faust reconsider this plan. Fredrick had not really told the three much, just to go to Era and see what events transpired and if needed or wanted join in on said events. The dark mage must have realized that something like this would be happening. He heard the woman riding behind him speak. “"It seems we're in Era now... Faust. Its time for us to descend." He agreed, being in the sky with a creature like that was probably not the smartest move but he questioned the ground bellows safety as well. He saw a few people below trying to fight off the demon herd along with trying to make their way through the ruble. There was two figures that really stood out to him, one was a man on a horse back running towards the city, nearly right below the group, the second was another figure, one he could not make out as well, flying right for the dragon. Fearing to even get too close to the dragon he decided that he would settle on the man with the horse. He pulled on Neimo’s fur signaling the descent along with pointing out the figure so the creature would know where to go. “I believe you are correct miss Aedre. Let’s stick to the outer area for the moment, who knows if that dragon will attack again.” He looked over to Ren to grab her attention so she would notice the two droping, she was much stronger than the two and probably would not be needed in the fight with this man, she would serve better fighting off that figure heading towards the dragon.

Neimo would fly the two ahead of the horseback man attempting to cut him off. As they would get low enough (roughly 10 meters from the ground) Faust would leap off hoping Aedre would follow suit. The two would have landed nearly right in front of the man. Faust had prepared himself for this moment in time, a moment where he would need to be ready to go all out from the start. On his neck hung the ring that held his armor hung, his ring rested on his right hand ring finger, Neimo would keep watch in the skies for Faust. He was sure though that his strength combined with Aedre’s would be enough to handle any situation. Before the man would get there Faust said a brief statement to the woman standing beside him just so that the two understood each other a bit more. “If you have the chance to end this fight do so, do not worry about me I will make it out of there one way or another. We cannot afford to lose here, Master Fredrick is expecting us to show this world what the new Savage Skull is made of. His eyes locked on the direction of the man, his powers were ready to go all that there was to do now was wait.

"Dammit! Why didn't I figure it out sooner!" Zen cursed aloud as he rode on one of his creations, his peregrine falcon made of solid ice. He'd spent the entire time since the attack on Magnolia researching old prophecies and legends as to what one could do with the blood of every dragon slayer. All said different things, but had a universal theme throughout all of them, the resurrection of a powerful dragon, one that stood out among other dragons, a scary thought. There was only one dragon known for that kind of strength, the king, the dark dragon, Acnologia. Where would somebody go if they had that much power at their control? Zenshin would go and level the capital, Crocus, but that would be too predictable. The only place he could think of that was worth attacking with such a powerful weapon would be Era.

Faster... faster! he thought as the falcon flew through the air with him on it, feet frozen to the back so he doesn't fall. It was his quickest means of transportation, but he still felt as though it was too slow. Faster dammit! It took him quite a while to come to this conclusion, but he was sure that it was where the leader of Tartarus, Warden, would strike. He was a relatively new face to the dark guilds, but even then, he had done so much more than someone like Fredrick, whom Zen still regretted not killing when he had the chance. Zen had also shared his thoughts and concerns about where the attack would happen with each of the guilds, telling them that it *would* happen and that it *would* be in Era. Whether or not they believed him was up to them. He felt fairly certain that he had convinced Count Sparrow, and with him convinced, they'd be forced to protect Era.

Unfortunately, he was too late. By the time his bird had arrived in the airspace over Era, the dragon had already been summoned and had already destroyed a very large amount of the great city. Much of it had already turned to rubble, and all it took was a roar of the creature. Zenshin had a last resort, but that's exactly what it was. Hoping he wouldn't have to use it, he flew down onto the soil that replaced home and pathways, unfreezing his feet from the falcon's back and looking up at the dragon king floating overhead. How many innocent people have to die before this monster is satisfied... I should've figured it out sooner and stopped the summoning... Why is he killing civilians if his goal is to destroy the Magic Council... He has no right to become a leader... I will kill him. All these thoughts raced through his head as he hopped off his falcon and dispelled it.

All of his magical energy was surging through his body, ready to be redirected at, well, anything. It was like a soda bottle that has been violently shaken up, but there is no place to go. The air around him was chilling, the ground under him freezing under his feet. Zenshin pointed his index finger upwards at the dragon and spoke two words, "Explosive bullet..." In no time at all, a beam was fired at the dragon at supersonic speeds, the battle for Era, had begun.

The ground trembled when the sudden attack landed onto Era. And Harland could just barely keep him self standing, while seeking support against a table. And as the glass of the windows shattered and the main chandelier crashed into the ground, there came only one thing to mind. Fear, fear of what the future may hold. Because he and the Rune Knights were far from ready to stand against a threat of the dark guilds.

But Harland didn't know what was going on until he heard a might roar trembling the city once more. And as he looked out of a broken window he could see the gigantic beast that stood upon the rubble of what was formerly known as Era. A mighty dragon, witch black scales. Harland knew immediately what it was, it was the doom bringer. The black dragon that would call upon a new era.
'How..how...could this be! Acnologia..'

Moments after realizing that the gods had forsaken them and young woman by the name of Mel dashed into the Magic Council gathering room.
"Sorry, I do this when I'm super stressing out about something." She cleared her throat. "The dark mages have shown up and made their goals known. They are terrorists to the council. I recommend by the numbers that are about to grow from my previous report that we retreat. What are your orders''

Harland looked at the young commander, even though tragedy had struck she still stood firm. Ready to evacuate the council members and the remaining survivors. It was a turning point in Harland's fear, that if these youngsters could still stand and face this dark day then Harland could so too. And as he pulled him self back together while leaning on his cane he shouted out at Mel. With a strong and firm voice and ready to face the threat.

'No! We shall not retreat! We shall not waver. No we will stand strong against this threat. For we are the Council! How can we expect others to fight if we ourselves have fled in shame. No we must protect this city, for it our duty and pride as a Rune Knight'

As his words echoed through the entire building, reaching everyones ears and flowing courage in their hearts once more. And when he spoke it almost looked like the Council Room tremble because of it.

'Mel, go and gather the Rune Knights. And prepare for battle! Also find Count Sparrow! We need him now more the ever!'

Monstrous eyes looked into the small boy who had wandered into his cave, the owner of the eyes was a mighty demon known as the Metallic Demon Kaminantium, the demon lowered himself to a crouch in an attempt to become level with the child but he soon found because of his size and the boy's tiny figure he would have to lay down to achieve that, his head being bigger then the entire body of the boy, which simply wasn't going to happen. The metallic demon spoke "Who are you that enters my cave." The boy was trembling he had long since gone pale, he wanted to turn and flee  but something stopped him from moving he just stood there petrified in terror it was a miracle he spoke at all "I'm...I mean I don't really have a name, I'm not really..... anyone." The demon leaned forward to look at the pathetic example of a human standing before him "So you are no one? No one would miss no one now would they?" The boy fearing where this was going managed to find the common sense to turn and run away but the massive demon easily cut him off "Not so fast. You've got spirit and room to grow, I think I may be able to make use of you."



In a relatively short amount of time Simon had put a slight bit of distance between him and the beginning of the forming conflict and was now standing back from a distance surveying what was going on. From his observations he had seen a lot of people he didn't know and that was alright with him but he did see two faces he did know and that was going to be a problem. His enhanced slayer sight was a useful benefit but far from hawk like so he couldn't exactly see facial features and what not, but from a combination of their familiar scents and their general appearance that he was able to pick out Simon was almost completely certain they were who he thought they were. "Lance what the hell are you doing here?" Simon whined to himself, why was that guy even in Era? Had he followed Simon knowing he had been taken 'prisoner' by his surrogate father? Just what was his deal? The young mage shook the questions off, bottom line he was here and that wasn't going to change he could only hope Lance wouldn't get himself killed. A much greater problem was the presence of the ice demon slayer who Simon was painfully familiar with, Simon had no idea how we would deal with him if he was involved but he would find a way.

Simon stretched a bit and tested his muscles where they had been hurt in his last fight, everything seemed to be in working heck he felt even stronger then before he guessed his full power was coming back to him he could only hope it would be enough to combat Faust and you know all the other dark mages there and the dragon king thing Simon wasn't out to settle a grudge or anything no no no no not at all. However obviously Faust was the single greatest threat to humanity right now and had to be eliminated as soon as possible, clearly, and this diagnosis of the ice demon slayer's threat level was in no way biased by spite. Trying to think rationally Simon analyzed what was going on around Faust before charging in, he recognized the scent of a horse and two very powerful magic beings near by Faust. He could more or less guess that Faust and his 'friend' were teaming up on some wizard saint or other equally awesome bad ass.  He didn't want to get involved but two on one hardly seemed fair so he started taking a very long round about route outside the city running at a solid magically enhanced speed to reach the site of that particular conflict.

Dryaw was nearing era as suddenly the land under him was getting darker. Something casted a shadow over them. He didn’t need to wait long to know what was flying over him as not much later a wyvern flew over there head. Was it the day of the lizards or something. Dam all these pests flying in the air. He felt a dark presence coming from the wyvern. It wasn’t flaying on itself. Were it dark mages from the guild that brought this overgrown lizard to era to destroy it. Where they now scavenging the area for prey like vultures after a battlefield. Circling in the air spotting for weak enemy’s and attacking them. But if those mages thought he was weak they would be in for a surprise. he janked the Necklace he was wearing of his neck and threw it up in the air. The crystal started to shine brightly and transformed. With each passing second the glow became bigger and not long after wards a blade appeared. It was 70.5 inches long with a blade that looked like silver as it was made by angels blood. Near the handle of the blade half metal circles were attached with spikes coming out of it. angel feathers were hanging on the handle and in the middle the gem of the necklace was sitting.

The blade was brimming with power to beat evil back to the dark pits where it came from. It was the most divine object of his religion and he could handle it very well. He was preparing himself to deal with these rascals in the air. If they would come down to beat somebody up he would back them up. it didn’t take long or one of them jumped from the wyvern some yards in front. It seemed they were going to take him out. Well he wasn’t a long ranger fighter so he had to close in on them. He was doubting if he already should use it but that decision was taken out of his hand as the next one that dropped down shot something towards them. He didn’t wait to look what it was but pressed his left eye into its skull and aimed near the two mages. One moment he was on his horse the next he appeared just infornt of the two dark mages. He grabbed his zweihander firm at the handle and swinged behind him and tried to hit both of the mages in front of him with a mighty swing of his zweihander. The blade flew trough the air and the two mages should be surprised by his sudden apparel. Celine on the other hand couldn’t dodge the water spirals and was struck by them. She was nearly thrown off her horse but continued to run towards there location while her arm was bleeding from cuts.

spells and live:
blinking eye: one charge left
mana: 90 procent
hp:100%

celine:
hp: 90%
mana: 100%

Kyll had been held in Era for a bit, but she had no clue of why she was returning to the city to begin with. She saw the figure of the dragon. "Oh no..." She put a finger on the back of her neck sending out a distress signal to her guild master and fellow members. He's back! Acnologia's back! Come quick they need us, she thought. She landed on the ground and looked around at the people. A thought hit her. This is the perfect moment to strike and grab his journal. She thought and began to run towards the council dodging any sort of debris landing around her. Then she saw him. The priest. Water arrows heading straight for Dryawr. "Watch ooooout!!" She screamed. Upon the words watch out she held her palm out sending a wall of light straight at the mage shoving him out of the way of the arrows. Her hand steamed as she jumped a good distance away. She looked up in the air. "You..." Her eyes changed over to Alexander. She put a hand on the back of her neck to send out another distress signal to her guild mates. "What are you doing here, Alexander?" She saw the mage Aedre. "And you... You attacked a fellow mage." She gripped her fist. "So you really want to pick a fight." The closed eyes mage finally made her debut to another dark guild mage. She opened her eyes slowly revealing the glowing green irises filled with rage. She looked at Alexander. Kyll felt a pounding in her chest. This was an unfamiliar feeling. "Dryawr... be careful." She cracked her knuckles. "It's been a while since I tested my strengths with dark mage. Better yet... a dark mage and a confused mage." Kyll said smirking looking up towards Alexander.

Mel nodded to the command. "Yes sir!" She saluted and ran out of the door towards the offices. "Councilman Sparrow!" She shouted through the halls. Mel was rather shaken up. She stopped in her steps in front of the corridor that lead to the offices. The ceiling cracked. Mel grabbed her ears as two REINFORCE words popped up out of thin air. She tried to open the door, but the door would not budge. Her eyes widened as she started banging on the door. "Councilman Sparrow!" she shouted. She held out a hand and the word KEY appeared. She put it in the lock and the door opened. "Councilman Sparrow!" She opened the door. There was debris falling everywhere. "Acnologia, the destroyer has appeared sir!" She saluted. "According to Councilman Harland we need to fight back!"

Death and despair filled the air, all while the Rune Knights were taking up arms inside the headquarters. Which was still barely standing after the dragon's devastating attack. And Harland knew if they were about to stand a chance against these enemies, he had to meet them with force. He had bring out the artillery inside his own city. A dangerous spell of grand magic that could deal a lot of damage. And be dangerous against his own citizens as well. But that was the price of war, Harland knew this all too well. Yes, there was no other solution.
He walked towards a gaping hole in the wall, and looked over the devastated Era. And with a tap of his cane on the ground he shouted out over the town. Once again making his voice echo, but this time over the battlefield.

'Fort San Felipe del Muerte'

A tremendous pentacle appeared under his feet. And from out of the ground and the Council Headquarters, huge barrels appeared from out and around the building. Connecting with each other and forming a fortress of cannons. This was Harland' strongest spell, a vast maze of cannons that together former an enormous fortress. But this time he reinforced the Council headquarters as well. It probably would not stop the dragon, but it sure as hell would damage him.

Matabei smiled wickedly as she walked through the destruction and mass chaos that was Era. Her psychotic personality enjoyed the carnage that was occurring, and she wanted nothing but to just bathe in the blood of innocents and anyone associated with the magic council. Matabei was in a state of euphoria, bringing back some memories she thought had long been repressed. Shaking the old memories out of her head, Matabei wickedly jabbed her index and middle fingers into a man's eyes as he tried to run away, taking a bit of pleasure in the man's screams of pain. Matabei pulled her fingers back and made a clicking noise with her tongue after noticing some blood got onto her fingers. Wiping them off on her jeans, she continued to walk through the streets with a content and evil smile plastered upon her face. Matabei heard Acnologia behind her and just smiled wider, knowing a lot of people were dying elsewhere as well.

"How about you take a gamble and face someone who can fend for themselves!"

Matabei stopped and her smile faded from her face as she heard some brave, and possibly foolish, man call out his challenge to the demons that were attacking the city. She sighed and turned towards the sound with a deep frown etched onto her features. Matabei began to walk in the direction she heard the annoying voice come from. She eventually came across a platinum-blonde haired man wearing a white shirt and black trousers staring down a group of the demons. Matabei walked behind him and placed her arm on his shoulder, plastering a fake smile on her face.

"Now Isn't that a grand idea, they should totally stop this chaos."

Matabei said with a small amount of sarcasm dripping from her delicate voice. Matabei removed her arm from his shoulder and walked in front of the man slowly, swinging her hips side to side slightly in order try and distract him. When Matabei was about six feet away from him, she stopped and turned around to stare into his blue eyes. Matabei smiled cruelly, and began to chuckle slightly.

"But then again, if they stopped all this glorious screaming and death would cease. That is something I don't want to stop, so why do you?"

Matabei asked with fake curiosity. She knew exactly why he wanted to stop the carnage, he was probably one of those goodie two shoes who dreamed of saving the world and being the hero everyone loved. Matabei wanted to hurl, but she held it back as she awaited the man's response to her question. Matabei kept her smile on her face, head cocked to the right in a way of showing her confusion, or fake confusion in this case. Matabei ignored the demons behind her, as well as Acnologia, choosing to only focus on the man in front of her.

”Because bringing innocent people into a war is unnecessary. If you want to fight the legal guilds, destroy the Magic Council, be my guest. I honestly couldn’t care less. But attacking and killing innocent people? That doesn’t sit right with me.”

Matabei's cruel smile didn't fade at this statement. No, in fact it grew even wider at the accusation the man made. Matabei held no malice to anyone who wasn't a mage or the council sure, but that didn't mean she didn't enjoy a good slaughter now and again. It was when she was killing those who couldn't defend themselves when Matabei could truly get all of her aggression and anger out of her system. Sure it wasn't often at all, but when she did she enjoyed it to the fullest just like now.

”So, I’ve answered your question…now it’s your turn to answer mine.” Matabei watched in barely held back amusement as the man shuffled a deck of cards and placed them into a holder he had. ”How about you gamble…and play with me?”

Matabei lowered her head so that her face was covered by her hair. She shook slightly before sounds could be heard coming from her. The sounds of her delicate giggles,which soon exploded into unrestrained laughter. Matabei threw her head back as she continued to laugh uncontrollably, her usual delicate laugh being replaced with a cruel and insane version. She held her gut as she bent forward and continued to laugh. Eventually she stopped laughing and lowered herself to just giggles as she wiped a tear from her eye. Staring back into the man's eyes while still giggling maniacally somewhat, Matabei responded to him.

"Hehehe.......All men are the same....haha......Always ready to fight someone without thinking."

Matabei had stopped laughing but the insane smile that she wore didn't fade at all. She started to pace back and forth while talking to the man in front of her, obviously he was in a rush for something. Matabei wanted to try and stall him for a bit longer, and maybe even ruin whatever plans he had.

"Now why would you want to fight me hotshot? Aren't all these demons worth your time?"

Matabei asked with fake curiosity again. She didn't really care for any of the demons, just the carnage that all of them were causing. Matabei looked back towards the man again with her smile seemingly less crazed and more soft, some of the inner good showing inside of her even if she wasn't aware at all. Matabei kept moving, although she slowed down a lot and kept eying the man as she walked by.

"Well if we are going to fight, will you at least tell me your name? It would be rather rude for us to fight without knowing the others' name. Don't you agree sir?"

Matabei managed to say this without malice, and with general curiosity this time. Her voice had regained its normal tone and pitch for now, and she didn't have a defensive posture as she stopped walking right in front of the man again. Matabei held her right arm with her left hand, and she continued to ignore the chaos ensuing behind her. and just focused on the man in front of her. Sure she hated men, but she would always try to be respectful somewhat in a fight in which someone could get hurt badly or die. Not to mention there was always the possibility that he could beat her, and she didn't like to lose at all.

At the other side of the broken city, standing on a hill near the outskirts. Stood an enigmatic man shrouded in the darkness of his cloak. Only revealing a lower bit of his face from under his hood.

It has begun
That was the only thought the flowed through Frederick's head, when he laid eyes upon the rubble formerly known as Era. Which was now a terrifying sight behold, after the dragon appeared it almost immediately laid the grand city to waste. Leaving only a few hundred houses standing, which were mostly at the outskirts of town. The centre was completely vanished, well almost. A mile or two away from the centre stood the Magic Council Headquarters, or what was left of it. The dragons attack had greatly damaged the building and now it was only held together by a construction of cannons.
But that was not Frederick's main concern, no far from it. He could care less for the destruction of this city, nor did he care for the lives that have vanished by the dragon's attack.
Right now he only cared for the dragon itself.

'Can you feel it Mary, can you feel the change!'

The dark hooded man for Savage Skull stood with his back towards a rather unlikely dark mage. Well dark mage wasn't the perfect term for this situation. For Mary was a dark alter ego of a young woman, locked away inside the body of someone who was weak. But now Frederick had released her from her bounds she was free to walk the earth with that body. Well as long as she stayed at his side, his darkness was the only thing that kept her dark personality from being pushed back again.
She was probably wondering why they were here, and the answer to that was simple. In order for her to gain permanent control over that body of hers. She needed to make sure Frederick fulfilled his plans he had in store.

'Right now, other Savage Skull mages are causing havoc against the remaining mages who still dare to stand against this atrocity. All so that Tartarus can carry out their plans to destroy the Council and the Rune Knights. And when they are at each others throats, no one will be able to stop me! For I will use that dragons power, and take it for myself! And when I do, I will rise as the break of dawn and ascend into a being beyond their comprehension. I WILL BECOME A GOD!!'

As he spoke out those words he had his arms raised wide, as if he was embracing the concept of becoming a deity. As if it was the inevitable truth.