WRITTEN 8/10/23 - 30/11/23 (USA FORMAT)

THE PROPHECY

The King, a nomad who roamed lands far and wide, possessed a soul and heart unburdened by notions of right or wrong, good or evil, or any moral judgments. He perceived whatever he desired as just that, free from the constraints of moral awareness. He ruled over his journey without dwelling on thoughts, embracing the present moment. His life would forge a key unlike any seen before; a key that would govern the world, offering him a new perspective on morality. One even hidden to ríki-E'ten which will surpass fate.

The Daughter of Merlin. A strong woman, whom follows the King to every corner of the world. She believes in the civil laws, and tries to fit them in when she must, as it's hard during this journey to avoid penalty. Her life would be an act of love for the King, and she would go to great lengths to save his life; with purgatory in sight, a retribution will be made, and she will be stronger. As if her essence was strengthened by a nationfold. She would form such a wonder that ríki-E'ten would accept her.

The Teacher, a soul so profoundly wise that even the Alhymn envied him. He had made the decision to join them, ushering in a new era of authority. The era of Preapagoth-Iaxiolia would be a time of war in the skies, yet for this cause, they would pause upon his summons and witness the epics he had produced. He imparted his knowledge of magic to the King, endowing him with a piece of his soul. He shared his wisdom about life with the Daughter and bequeathed a portion of his own wisdom. Yet, so forth of these deeds, his soul shall slowly fade back into Gallaham, the resting place in E'ten forever teaching as his soul has recognized as purpose.

-WRITTEN BY AN UNKNOWN PROPHET OF THE GOD ARRIEH, THE GOD OF FATE, ON HIS DEATH BED.

THE ZAGORSKI

In a field in a midst of veryhomes, a young individual sits. He has some interesting features; his shoulder length chestnut hair is more than likely the simplest of his features. His eyes have a gradient of colors, with violent at the top fading into a deep blue in the middle and a bright cyan at the bottom. The sun basks onto his skin, its cold glow from the wimordicel clouds causing the purple hue onto the land, it was a perfect day for the town of Torné.

The young man seems to just sit there enjoying the outdoors, yet he looks to the sky for the time.

"Guess it's time." He hops up and kicks his sword to his hand and sheaths it in its mangle leather sheath. He grabs his backpack from the stump he was lying next, and heads for what looks to be the town's gates. It didn't take too long before he had to deal with an annoyance.

"ID?" A guard said muffled, his helm covering his mouth.

"I just went out not even fifteen minutes ago, Gaulde. You know who I am." The boy responded, annoyed.

The guard always wanted to give him a hard time. "No ID. No pass."

Yet an older male, in his twenties it seemed, walked around the corner "Come on Gualde, let thur bōy throuhg"

Gaulde stumbled, reluctantly opens the gate, "Fine. You better be glad I don't write the two of ye up! Congressmen shouldn't be help'n the likes of people like him." He pointed his crooked finger in his direction quickly, he spat in his direction but not on him.

"Least' I don' eat more than the cattle in the fields." The boy laughed, as he walked through the gates and with the older man.

"Jeez Arthur, taunting them tha way ōnt 'elp yow at all. " The congressmen said, putting his hand on his shoulder.

"Andreas, we both know I don' care." Arthur pushes his hand off.

"Ain' your birth'ay soon? what'll yow be, 13?" Andreas stood steadfast of Arthur.

Arthur sighs, "Yet I act old'r and look it more than half," He scoffed, "Doesn' help I'm the most hated of the lot."

"Don' worry bout the bozos who make yow mad." Andreas reassured him in some sense.

"I go'ah! I make money off them, sword lessons y'know?" Arthur laugh, "Easy money."

"Din' take yow for tha teaching type. Then agin the school type ei'er." Andreas laughed.

"How else am I gonna make money 'round here?" Arthur laughed, "But tha' outta the way I got somethin' new to show ya." Arthur takes his sword out, "Since my left arm is stronger than my dominate, I decided to use it to my advantage." He places his right arm forward, with sword in hand and his left on his bicep, as he does a cutting motion he pushes down with his left hand. The sword was so fast not even sound could keep up with it.

"Yow learned tha yerself? I'll be damned." Andreas stood impressed, "When you're done with thur bozos, goo talk to yer great grandma about tha. she'll hev a story to tal. Story 'bout yer mudd'er at tha."

"I'll mind'l that for when I get back." Arthur nodded, "Whilst that's all? I'll be off fer la'er!" He waves while walking, Andreas waved back.

But as Arthur was making his way to the mats, something catches his ear.

"C'mon boys, I already told ya I ain't got no mur money! Just enough for the medicine I was goin' to buy." An older man said.

A muffled voice spoke, "We know you have more money in tho' pockets Mr. Reid, your part of the rich folk you must have more."

Another appeared, "Aye. Yous got some."

"I already told you boys, I don't, I don't, I don't!" Reid testified, "Now let me be! I have better things to deal with than greedy sentinels who already have a fine salary."

"Nah," One of the sentinels took him by his arm, "We'll just check ourselves." the guard took a pouch of money from him.

Arthur rounds the corner, "What's goin' on round here fellas?" He looks them both dead-on.

"Get on out of here kid, non' ya business." The sentinel not looking his direction said,

"Ay, Ronnie. That kids gotta crest, which it be?" The other pointed out.

"Well, I didn't expect this," Ronnie said, turning his head letting go of Reid. "You're that Zagorski boy? What're you doing around this part of town? Your filth doesn't roam too far from home."

"I dunno man, you're pretty filthy yourself..." Arthur laughed, and the other sentinel snickered.

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"LISTEN HERE YOU ████ING TWAT," He grabbed Arthur by his shirt "I DIDN'T ████ING JOIN THESE SENTINELS TO DEAL WITH KIDS LIKE YOU." He spat and yelled at his spoke, annoying Arthur.

"But you did to steal?" Arthur was stern into making this a fight, "A gowk like you doesn't deserve any rights to live among my town."

Ronnie drew his sword and placed it against his neck, "What was that twat?" Ronnie was losing nerve with him,

"You tryna have a fight? ████ing eejit, go ahead try. TRY." Arthur yelled back, getting pissed.

"ALRIGHT!" Ronnie, pissed, didn't realize he tried to commit murder. He sliced his sword against Arthur's throat and made things worse as he threw Arthur on the ground,

"RONNIE?" The sentinel yelled, "THAT'S A ████ING KID. YOU CAN'T JUST LET THINGS ESCALATE CAUSE YOU HAVE IMMUNITY."

"████ OFF." Ronnie yelled back in distress, "IT'S FINE I CAN SAY HE WAS ARMED."

Yet while they were going back and forth, Arthur didn't have a scratch on him. He stood up and made sure Reid was fine. "You alright geezer?" Arthur helped him get around the corner,

"I'm fine lad, but yer going to just leave them there?" Reid brushed off his clothes and picked his cane up, "Worrying for their life?"

"I mean they jumped you, sir. Their fault." Arthur shrugs it off, "This ain't the first time something like this has happened either."

"Oh really, lad? Would'a thought they'd done be reported to the detectives by now." Corruption in this town had Reid surprised.

"That's the thing, the detectives aren't doing anything. They told me 'Half of the guards have immunity from Izmond Diamont.' and I usually step in whenever I see it happening. Luckily those waste of air haven't met me yet. But let's ditch 'em, before the third one comes."

"A thurd? Well then, let's make way." Reid walks towards the gate of the rich community.

"Oh! Mr..." Arthur spoke out,

"Reid Tenesin." Reid responded,

"Mr. Tenesin! I've got yer pouch for ya." Arthur holds his hand out to him, "They didn't even notice, eejits are laughable."

"You're-a bringin' some joy to my heart lad. How long this stuff been going on?" Reid put his hand on his shoulder,

"Few months now. Since early Gelu." Arthur was enveloped in a frown when he said this.

"Nine months?" Reid said, "That's... that's far too long."

"Well, I'm gon' head off to the mats, got some fellas waiting for a lesson they paid for." Arthur nodded at Reid,

"Aye son," Reid grabbed his arm before he left "Take this coin. I don't need it, I got plenty. And tell yer grandmammy I said 'hey'."

Arthur held and weighed it "Woah! This is more than we spend on holiday feasts. Thanks!" Arthur began to run off to the mats, hoping too not be too late.

As the encounter ended, there was now even more reason for the events of this tale, as Arthur has been putting guards in their places for months. But not known to him, Izmond Diamont would punish him severely for his actions.

THE SINNER

Ames 1st, 1714, it's raining in north Vebli City, the biggest capital city in the world. The three jarlhunρ, Izmond Diamont, Machaes Stiq, and Abraham "Golden" Gail meet to see the king of Vebli, Zelreus Umbrius. Hundreds of civilians, whether it be protestors or anchormen, crowded the courthouse. It's been well over three-hundred years since Zelreus has seen Iaxiolia, and the people want to know why.

"Izmond." A white haired male sat in a chair covered in silver, with lighting obstructing his face. "In the last five-hundred years no state has seen growth like yours, in wealth or population. You've done well in my absence." Zelreus was pleased, "To think this nation's wealth would tenfold in less than, by these reports, thirty years is astounding." This was a one-on-one conference, but it wasn't for pointing out the wonders Izmond's political plan was.

Izmond sat with the perfect posture. His eyes ranged from a bright green lightening to a bright blue colour. "Thank you, my sire." Izmond was hiding something, and Zelreus could feel it. "As you can see with the records, my team has done wonders for Vebli."

"But." Zelreus's voice became stiff, "There's been well over fifty-thousand reports of illegality for you in the last five years. Care to enlighten me?" His gaze pierced through the enshadowment as his eyes stiffened.

"It's just the political parties trying to get the person they don't like out of office." Izmond has always been a compulsive liar, "Ever since the voting system changed every election has been political." As a politician himself, he was amazing at it.

"I see. A lot has changed since the democracy was established." He paused, as he looked over the documents "Don't forget, I have the power of a dictatorship still. I can remove you from office anytime I wish." Zelreus knew something Izmond didn't.

"Y-yes, sire." Izmond's eyes avoided the king, he was trapped in a corner. He was beaten at his own game, but he's off with a draw for now. Izmond leaves the conference room, and points to Abraham to go in next. Izmond made his way to his suite in the courthouse.

"████!" He slammed the door, "WHO THE ████ TOLD HIM?" He was furious. Izmond took a bottle of ale and downed it till there was only a half bottle. Izmond balled his fists and resisted punching a hole in the wall.

Knock, knock.

Someone's at the door. He opened it, wasted and definitely not in the right mind.

"Yeah?" He stumbled in the doorway, "What... what do you want?"

It was one of his advisors. "Izmond."

"Oh, you." He opened the door fully, gesturing towards him "Come in."

"I'm going to cut to the chase, there's been talk of a Zagorski in the town Torné."

Izmond was almost at his boiling point, from the king to the news of a Zagorski.

"What?" His head turned round, he hoped he heard him wrong, "Did you say Zagorski?"

"Yeah, I know." The advisor was surprised, "And we both know who'd like to know this." He was referring to a Zagorski hunter, known as the goddess of lies.

"You said Torné?" He was thinking, "That's a part of the 7th district." He held his temples with his hand, "I bet she's already coming isn't she?"

"Yup. She'll be here in probably an hour." They both shared the same expression, annoyed.

"████." Izmond aggressively said under his breath, "One day is all it ████ing took to escalate." He rubs his face with both of his hands, "Tell... tell the court master I won't be taking visitors for the rest of the day."

The advisor tries to speak "What about Lady O-"

Izmond cut him off, "Don't say her name. It's a curse, and you know it." Izmond's eyes were rigid, "She'll still come in even with that warning."

As he was talking, the door was opened.

"Oh Izmoonnd~!" A woman yelled out, wearing a straw hat and dressed in heavy clothing.

"████. You said she'd be here in an hour." He said under his breath, He turned around "Hey... Lady Omania!"

"It's so good to see you again!" She gave a warm smile, "I heard you got new targets?" She lugs her spear overhead and places it under her arm to support her, "Some Dayas I missed?"

"I didn't even have that information..." Izmond said, "He just got here and told me." Pointing to his advisor. "Listen, I know you're here for work, but I don't think I can hire you as of right now. I have to deal with something else currently."

"Sounds like you're trying to brush me off." Omania was persistent, "And I don't want money this time. Just a pardon of... let's say all of my previous crimes?"

"I can't. If I were to that in this state while the kings back, I'd lose everything." He paused to think, "How about this? You kill the Zagorskis, and after Zelreus goes back to E'ten we'll talk?"

"Deal! But ONLY if I have full control over this." Her smile was filled with prejudice.

"I'm scared to ask." He sighed, "Fine."

"Great! Now for the pact." Olivia takes her spear and cuts a laceration into her palm, "Go ahead, do the same."

Izmond takes a small pocket knife and cuts deep as well, "Here." Reluctantly gesturing a handshake.

Izmond and Lady Omania shook hands, and a mana "bracelet" was formed on both of their wrists.

"They'll be disposed of soon. I promise." Even while telling the truth it felt like a lie.