The Empire of Nevajewour located in the southern side of the titan continent of Pangea where it makes up one out of five occupying forces in the continent. Within the country exists a prosperous nation where most people enjoy lavish luxuries who live in auspicious houses and walk amongst streets bathed in bright colors which signifies the immeasurable wealth the empire had amassed which is being used directly for the benefit for the people. However, this majority only applies to people who are gifted with considerable amounts of mana.
Within the empire there exists a group ostracized by the rest, a group where the sun is not permitted to shine, and the streets instead is plunged with the foul stench of misery and lifelessness. These where people who did not have considerable amounts of mana who could help to contribute to society could do nothing but wait and die. This area was called the forgotten area.
Arc was one of them, with his clear blue oceanic hair unique that reached down to his eyes often poking them and a stature not representing a 16-year-old male due to him being shorter than average, height was a sensitive topic for the short boy as although the boy himself was short his impertinent nature was said to be taller than the heavens itself.
The boy unlike the rest of his peers in his forgotten realm refused to wallow in self-loathing on how they wished they could have been born with more mana and decided to be proactive and set out to be successful. In the Empire of the word success amongst young boys his age is synonymous with becoming a Magical Practitioner as it is the most lucrative way someone with no Fianacial backing can become rich and successful a path perfect for Arc’s situation.
The ranks of Magical practiconers is divided into 7 categories: Disciple, Warrior, Master, Sage, King, Emperor, Sovreign and Deity. Arc however was not a normal boy due to his ‘special’ constitution of having barely enough mana to even become a disciple, a feat even people in the forgotten realm can accomplish at the very least. So Arc made the logical conclusion where if he cannot become a magical practitioner, he would then be a THIEF!
‘IF THE HEAVENS HAS ABANDONED ME THEN I SHALL ABANDON THE HEAVENS!’ Arc proclaimed under the translucent night sky. However, it appears as the heavens where not listening as all Arc was gifted in was the eerie sound of silence and the wind rustling the grass in the open area.As a response. Arcs face exploded red and rapidly surveyed his surroundings to make sure no one heard him and then hung his head in shame, embarrassed by what he said. Arc vowed to himself that night that he would make it out of the pit called the forgotten realm and surround himself with Riches and beautiful women across the lands.
From that day onwards no mid ranking noble was spared, no wealthy businessmen's house was left intact.
The Legend of the night and day thief took the empire by storm, like a disease the news spread quickly of the thief who had the audacity to ransack high ranking official and nobles' homes in broad daylight despite the complex security and magical Maters equivalent to small armies patrolling the residence.
What was even more shocking is how nobles often found themselves being robbed whilst being in the house themselves!
Arc was so daring he often urinated or as he would say ‘provide nutrients’ to the rare plants and herbs meticulously cultivated by the merchants. Truly a vile and vulgar thief Arc’s antics made him infamous amongst the nation as the afflicted nobles raised their fists in the air in a fit of rage.
Although Arc was a good thief, he was also cunning as well (in a way). He realized that he cannot directly sell the stolen goods in an open market in fear of his identity being exposed and his head being relived from his body but also realized that he cannot come sell the items on the black market due to his meager strength which would cause a fear of his organs being relived from his body.
So, Arc had a plan to unload the piles of wealth he had stashed below his 1 room derelict and dilapidated shed that also served faithfully as his humble abode.
‘I'll leave it to the me in the future HAHAHA!’ he laughed when thinking about what to do with his arms wrapped around his waist and his posture tall like he had just conquered the world and instead, only using the smallest of number of currencies available from his haul to just get by and not arouse suspicion.
The day where the War Saint Yvette returned from her skirmishes with the western kingdom of Levetania was approaching.
The War saint was famous through the whole continent as being one of only 3 Magical Sovereigns in the world at the tender age of 24, The youngest in history a true genius who hold the power to change the outcomes of battles with her presence alone.
She was the pride of the empire Nevajewour, her existence alone eclipses the influence of the Emperor as even the royal family would have to be weary and respectful around her. For Arc however he does not care about her and instead cares about the countless of empty houses due to everyone attending the welcoming parade for Yvette. Arc cracked a hideous smile at the thought of an easy pay day once again.
The day finally arrived, and the robbery went off without a hitch, Arc was making his swift getaway across the rooftops in broad daylights whilst the occupants below where to busy preparing for the parades with a sac full to the brim of goods bumping along his back often approaching the danger zone as the sharp ornaments Arc had gathered was poking him which caused Arc to shed a few tears as he felt his purity as a man was in jeopardy
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Nevertheless, Arc continued his not so heroic journey with great valor and pace along the roofs of the noble's house where the red marble roof made a ‘click clack’ sound when greeted by Arcs worn out dusty pitch-black shoes as they pulsate on along like a heartbeat keeping up a constant rapid rhythm.
This rhythm was maintained till Arc eventually reached an intersection where the next house was quite a distance away.
Arc made the decision to jump as he believed he could do it.
So, Arc leaped with full confidence that he could make it however he did not consider the bag of loot behind him affecting his sense of gravity and his short little legs and got halfway till he plummeted towards the ground like a bird who had suddenly had a seizure.
Arc was expecting to be greeted by the cold embrace of mother earth with his face plastered along the tiles in the floor however what he failed to see till he looked down was the carriage below.
The Black Carraige had a golden crest, a crest he could not identify however due to the high speeds in which he was hurling down. Arc did notice top the beautiful jewels embedded in the roof something only, but a few high-ranking nobles tend to exhibit. These Types of Nobles where always accompanied by a minimum of a garrison of magical masters even potentially a magical sageif he was unlucky.
Arc, the young 16-year-old boy for the first time in his life thought about his old grandfather who was always hunched down with a cane in his felt hand and having a sour temper like his facial expression resembling a child sucking on a sour sweet. Arc wished that he were a good and filial grandchild despite being an orphan and having no recollection of his family and the image of the old grandfather was someone random vagabond in the streets of the forgotten realm.
Arc’s final words after realizing he could not escape was a softly spoken yet profound ‘Shit’.
The eventual crash came as Arc bursted through the carriage's canvas as he closed his eyes bracing himself for the impact of the hard and merciless floor instead, he was greeted with a squishy sensation.
Arc was confused as he opened his eyes, he was astonished, his eyes were greeted with the most beautiful specimen he’d ever seen in his life as he landed on top of the tall and slender mysterious female who was laid against her velvet seats in the carriage. She had crimson red hair that was long and untethered like a sea of blood and had emerald yellow eyes that gleamed more radiantly than the sun.She wore a tight black dress that was decorated with a plethora of medals that drastically enhanced her features as the black dress helped to contrast and define her fair white skin.
The ray of Sun which pored through the canvas only helped to enhance her beauty putting Arc in a state of memorization
‘Are You Alright My Lord?’ A thunderous voice roared echoed into the carriage which snapped Arc out of the state.The voice was accompanied by sounds of metal clinging and clanging from what Arc could only assume is the sound of the metal armor from the knights accompanying the carriage.
Arc then quickly looked back at the woman's blank expression which caused Arc to be confused at first but then figured it must be a delayed reaction as he expected the lady to respond with a high pitched ‘KYAAA’ in a hysterical fashion like from what women in the east say or a ‘GET OFF ME!’ also in a hysterical fashion. Arc however was shocked with the response he got instead.
‘You got some Balls on ya kid, don’t ya’ Uttered the mysterious beautiful woman in a masculine tone with a calm manner unbecoming on the situation. So, Arc decided to examine the situation which led his glare down to the woman's chest where he found his dastardly hand occupying the area like the western kingdom occupying attempting to occupy the eastern countries for its natural resources as he heard about in the news.
Arcs little mind exploded as that the first physical interaction with a female in that manner. Since little Arc was never one to not jump at an opportunity against his better judgement, he squeezed the soft mountain. Satisfied with the outcome but realized that this is probably his last moment of pleasure and chance of heaven on earth before his imminent death he squeezed two more times in rapid successions as he stared at the women who had more of an intrigued look on her face then a frightened look one would expect.
Arc then quickly climbed off the woman which puts some distance between the two and proclaims ‘Sorry’ shamelessly as he looks for a way out if the situation.
The Mysterious Women then responds with ‘Ohh, your sorry is it?’ said in a manner Arc found strangely seductive, As the woman gets up and moves towards Arc.
Arc then notices a red and black aura beginning to enshroud the women. Something only exclusively accessible to Magica kings and above. Arc felt a great gravitational pressure pulling him to the floor which forced him to kneel. The Carriage was also collapsing under the weight as the wheels were sinking through Concrete. The sounds of violent noises from the horses unable to handle the pressure filled the atmosphere.
A loud crash also came from the outside of the carriage as louds ‘tangs’ sounds came. Arc heard a ‘My Lord Please Stop’ it was a plea from the knights who were at least magical general level completely dominated into submission which only enhanced Arcs fear as only an King class at minimum can cause such a phenomenon.
Arc was prepared to die until.
‘Well, I'm sorry little boy for what's about to happen’. She followed with in a sadistic tone as a black ball with energy appears from the tips of her finger as she points towards Arc who knelt down
The word ‘Little’ rang across Arcs head multiple times as a reminder of how short he is, each time said in different tones which only helps but to emphasis the word ‘little’. This lit a fire under Arc which gave him the will to keep trying.
Arc knowing he’d be screwed if he does not do something quickly reached for his jacket pocket for a crumpled piece of yellow paper with mysterious writing.
‘Whatever you do won't change a thing, your still gonna die’ She said as a response in Arcs last ditch attempt for survival.
Arc smile cracked along his check's once again and he started laughing ‘If I dieat least it won't be with you, You Psycho BITCH!’ The statement was paired with a hand gesture of his lone middle finger emerging from his hand with the mysterious paper in the palm in his hand hidden from the woman
This action took the otherwise stone-cold and sadistic woman off guard which caused a slight decrease in pressure emitted from the aura.
He then struggled with all his might as he felt the bones in his arms breaking under the immense gravitational pressure to tear the paper. Something that shocked even the mysterious woman.
As all she could say was ‘wha’ before a thunder strike from the sky descended and smited Arcs' location. The strike caused a huge feedback that echoed through the area as the carriage was ripped apart and the whole alley was distorted from what it once was as the windows of the houses nearby broke due to the violent tremor created.
As the dust settled the mysterious woman who was slightly shocked remained majority unfazed even by all the commotion caused by the lightning strike as she stares down at where the first boy who dared to treat her like that once stood where all that remained was a charred crater hissing as vapor is released from the ground and was rising to the sky.
The Knights who finally regained a semi state of composure of what just happened looked to the beautiful lady who did not even have a single imprint of dust despite the carriage being ripped apart with broken remains scattered around and ,gazed upon the swirl of clouds created by the lightning and asked her ‘My Lord, would you like us to pursue?’.
In which she responded in a scoffing manner ‘No need... I already know where he is’. As she smiled slightly.