(Amateur work, pls, be gentle)
In the Lands of Aura-lia, there exist 5 great entities. Great Gray, the defender of mountain humans, deep within their stone halls. Great Golden, the defender of sand humans in their stone houses. Great Ginger, defender of the coastal humans who live on the sea. Great Glacier, the defender of the Icy humans, huddled in their furs. and Great Green, the defender of hill humans, in their great castles. These legendary beings are set on defending humanity from themselves and other dangers that lurk within the darkness of the forests or the ground they live atop. Unfortunately, though, our story is forced to take place due to man's mischief.
Deep black strikes the sky. Within the night, mischief rises with the moon. A few young mischevous men have set themselves on tricking their great guardian entity. for what purpose it could not be known other than to those responsible. One conniving man, a dangerous gang member, disturbs great green sitting on the hill close to his city. His friends are in a city not too far, preparing to set it afire.
"oh, Great Green, I've heard of a terrible thing to happen to Untopia. a gang plans to set it alight," the man said slowly.
"Thank you, young one." the entity replied even slower with his loud booming voice.
quickly. Great Green rose from his sitting state with the strength of his feet and began walking in the opposite direction from the young soul who approached him.
This soul scampers back down the hill, accelerating at a pace that might've caused him to fall. the smile on his face massive, his plan worked. He re-enters the city and bolts down the stony street to a local ale house which is a known gang hangout location.
"Alright, boys, Great Green is gone. Let's make some noise," the young soul says mischievously, smiling. His friends raise a cheer at his job well done. Multiple kegs are hauled out of the ale house and placed strategically with many wooden buildings. All at once, the city is up in flames.
the group escapes into the night with an unknown fate. However, the fate of the city folk is almost brought to fruition. Houses burn, and ladies' screams are heard from miles away as families frantically escape the fires holding all they hold dear near. As they flee the impending doom, the fires burst and crackled, raising up 20 feet into the sky a massive pyre contained within stone walls.
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Great Green sees what has befallen 2 of his greatest domains cities of Antopia and Untopia, and stands atop a hill. In between both cities, a great green sword pulled he failed. His oath, his maker, forsaken. There was no more to defend in the hill domain, Great Green knew his time was short. With a few last breaths, he enchanted his sword to task its wielder with his oath instead, so they could continue what he failed to complete. The blade was shrunken down to long sword length and plunged into the ground, Great Green falling onto one knee, before the wind flowed through his armor, carrying his soul away into the black sky. His armor crashes into the ground, Creating great divots, those which would scar the realm for centuries.
Overseeing this was a young thief living on the outskirts of town. He was one of the first to leave the burning city. He had no belongings, no family to speak of. His clothes were ragged and stolen, a black turning brown cloak full of holes in the back, a frayed leather jerkin, his legs were clad in horse riding boots, yet the man owned no horse. Shoved in his pants was a rust-spotted dagger, on the verge of snapping in half. This ragtag man was Kobb, orphan born, a complete nobody in the eyes of man or gods.
Though from his escape from Antopia, he saw Great Green holding his great green sword in both hands horizontally, and runs uphill to go see why Great Green has faltered. He was a reasonable distance away while Great Green was evaporating into the air. Kobb arrives at the scene, seeing the massive pieces of armor strewn on the top of this hill. A few kicks of the helmet hurt his toes, and he budged none on a glance over to his left. Great Green's sword, but shrunken down to human size. Odd, thought Kobb. He took the sword by the handle and released it from its ground prison. The sword glowed in his hands. A great green hue, on the end of the blade was written: "one for protection, if human blood is shed by the user, they are to lose all sight, all sound and all feeling for that is the consequence of using the sword of Great Green."
Kobb never would've gotten his hands on a long sword under legal circumstances. He had a new destiny befit for him. He had accepted the terms of the Great Greens oath. It was fate. He decided from now on, my days of robbery are over, and my days of heroism begin today. The man shouts in his mind, Holding the sword in all its greatness to the sky. From this day forward, I'm Kobb, Avatar Of Great Green.