Chapter 1

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This story begins in the dark days of the Euphorian times, where war broke from all over the land as the kingdom, once in harmony, was divided.

No man could ever tell what went wrong as blood shed all over Euphoria destroying the peace it once had.

Different creatures turned from each other, using their different abilities to finish what was started;

The Loraths-Who were known as vessels of dark magic. Clothe in black, with green, dark eyes as green as the magic that lives within them and serious facades that terrifies whoever they come across with.

The Caelums-Who were the peacemakers, only defending their own kind. Sky blue clothes, white hair, bright, yellow eyes and huge, white wings that reveal itself when they command it.

The Deavens-masters of materialism. They create anything from sand; weaponry, gold, you name it. They wear maroon shades that highlight their ginger hair and very handsome faces, and gold jewelry that signifies their prosperity.

The Tyrants-the people of the sea. They control the movements of water and are users of the wind. They have rough, aquamarine skin and fins behind their ears. They have extraordinary hearing senses; their feet become a fishtail when on water and once they touch land, it returns back to human legs.

The Farxes-servants of nature. They control the growth of greenery and abundance of land. They are twice smaller than an ordinary man and behind them are transparent wings they use to fly around; they have golden hair and utilize leaves for clothing.

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The war began on one fateful day, when the Ruler of Euphoria, King Hermes of the caelums, died from an illness none can cure.

He had only but one son, whose mother died giving birth to-Herod, son of Hermes, was now a grown man-with a beautiful wife and a five-year-old daughter. They all stood together with teary eyes as the maidens covered the lifeless body of King Hermes.

It wasn't until a great crash ruined their moment. The kingdom shook as the room was covered in brown smoke.

"We are under attack! We are under attack!" they heard one of the soldiers running to spread the word.

Herod held his wife and kissed his daughter's forehead, they ducked down on the floor as the ground shook beneath their feet and smoke continued to saturated the place.

"Stay here" Herod told his wife as he took his sword and stood up."N- NO!" His wife grabbed him, pulling him back, before he could leave.

"You are not leaving us here, Herod. we can't lose you too" she said hysterically, holding tight unto her husband.

"I'm sorry, Ezra... But I cannot stay" Herod replied, wiping the tears from his wife's eyes as his tears started pooling at the lid of his eyeballs. He took that chance to pull his arm away and walked out of the door.

His wife was screaming his name as he faded from sight. She stood up to come after her husband. But a huge boulder surrounded by green light passed before her eyes. She ranback to her daughter and covered her with her wings and with a white light, they vanished from that room and were transported to the gates of their castle, where the chaos was everywhere.

Ezra looked up to see different sparks of green, tree roots evading the villages, sand compressing together to become cannonballs shooting everywhere, water tornadoes drowning castle guards, and a few sparks of white, that clearly came from the caelum people.

A tear ran down from Ezra's eyes as she watched everything she dreamt of, falling apart.

What happened to the land she once adored?

All her thoughts disappeared as she remembers her husband. She went to her daughter and carried her in her arms as she ran through the fog of sand before her, hugging her daughter tight. Noise filled the place as the ground continued to shake.

She fell to the ground as another boulder appeared near them. Her daughter rolled away from her and she began to sob.

"Hera" she sighed as she tried to stand.

"Mama" the young girl whispered.

Ezra's eyes went from her daughter to a Deaven soldier approaching her daughter while gathering sand to create a huge boulder. She wanted to stop him, but no words would come out of her mouth.

But a flash of green light appeared before her and when she beholds the position of her daughter, she was relieved to find a young boy, in black kneeling in front of Hera as his black wings protected her from the boulder that dispersed into particles of sand, blowing away the soldier himself.

The boy stood, glanced into her place and before she could mouth the words thank you, the boy turned into a raven and flew away.

Ezra approached her daughter as she held her in her arms closely. How she wanted to tell her everything will be fine, but she couldn't, instead, all she could do is let her tears fall not noticing her little girl grabbing the hovering black feather before her and kept it in her tiny hands.

The both turned to a certain place when they heard a bold, prolonged shout. "Haaalt!".

Ezra slowly stood up, grabbed her daughter's hand and stood still as she waited for the smoke to clear out.

In front of them was a man familiar to them, Fuego Salazar, the chief of the Caelum soldiers.

He was smirking over his blood filled face. His hand was held high over his head and is beholding what seemed to be a person's head.

There were gasps from everywhere as a few men came running to their direction.

It was Herod, and he seemed to be shaken at the sight of Fuego. The other creatures began to drop their weapons at the sight of this.

Fuego laughed. "Your king..." he glanced at the Loraths "...is dead!" The Caelum soldiers rejoiced. Ezra and Herod looked at each other in disbelief.

"NO!" another prolonged scream of a young boy silenced the crowd. The crowd of the Lorath people stepped aside to make a pathway that revealed a familiar young boy.

He was filled with tears as he slowly approached Fuego, but before he could reach him, he fell on his knees. Fuego approached him too as he laughed devilishly. He stood in front of the kid, dropped the head he was holding and stepped on it.

"Are you supposed to be the son of this Low-rat?" He said with emphasis. There was laughter from the Caelums.

The little boy sheds in tears as he stared into his father's decapitated head. Fuego looked amused at the sight of the child, but he wasn't satisfied.

He took his sword and fearlessly placed it on the boy's neck, making the kid lift his head to him.

"Your rotten blood does not deserve to be passed along" Fuego said gritting his teeth and slowly swaying the sword.

Ezra held her daughter's face close to her, protecting her eyes from the violence.

"Salazar!" all attention directed to Herod. But he was too late, Fuego has cut a huge scar on the boy's neck and his blood oozed down to the ground.

Fuego smirked and turned to the Caelum soldier with hands up in the air, as the soldiers cheered.

Ezra watched as the boy stood up, fist clenched, blood drenched clothes, as his eyes changed from weakened to resentful. He eyed every Caelum that was on the crowd, even Ezra who looked at him with apologetic eyes and vanished with a green light.

One by one the Loraths, turned their backs, and followed the kid until no Lorath stood in the crowd.

The Deavens vanished as sand covered them, the Farxes flew away, and with a great wave, the Tyrants was gone. Herod ran towards his family and united with a hug. Not noticing the black feather on his sleeping daughter's hand.

Dark Arrow

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