The Paladin Chronicles

The Paladin Chronicles

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A group of young paladins attempt to heal the very scar created by a decade old war.
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Summary

A group of young paladins attempt to heal the very scar created by a decade old war.

Chapter1 (v.1) - A Light in the Mirror

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: April 23, 2017

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Chapter Content - ver.1

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An explosion enacted within the halls of the castle. A pale man runs down the corridor, escaping the wrath of the maroon armored soldiers in pursuit of capturing him, throwing spears and holding swords. Just as the man had reached the intersection of the hall, he crashes into a soldier escaping from a fleet of battalions. His silver armor had been tarnished and dented; with light-caramel skin that had garnered wounds from the blast.

“You were supposed to be on guard!” The pale man exclaimed as he quickly picks himself up. “As if guarding the castle on my own is going to stop a five-foot canon!” The soldier yelled back and began running for their lives together, diverting to the right side of the hall where a large door stands. Slamming them open, they stood sweating in exhaustion.

The pale man, burnt out as ever, wearily grasps the side of the door. His black hair that reached his nape is damp as it is, with eyes wide and yellow as the sun, having black rings that encompass the outer part of his irises, gazed upon the people inside the room. His long black coat that reached his shoes was slightly torn from the battle against the army outside. He takes a good grip of his black scythe on his back, where its sheath tilts against his right shoulder. “We need to get out now!” He regarded everyone he saw, waiting for them to take action. “Didn’t you hear the canon?”

From within the room, two children were hiding beside a green robed man who kneels before a woman in bed, holding her hand tight, she gasps for air. “I don’t know- if you have noticed, Elias-” the woman took quick breaths before blurting “we are in the middle of something here!” Her black curls are soaked with sweat dripping down her forehead, clenching her hand tightly in the hands of the man in green robes. Both the little girl and her brother peaked from the man’s side, appearing to possess the same hauntingly yellow eyes as Elias’ that widened as they saw the two standing in front of the door.

“Althea, I do think we need to hurry, because we’ve been spotted!” The soldier clasps his helmet on his left arm, and with his right, aggressively taps on the side of the door. His sweat droops down between his dark brown eyes, as his nose a little wide and jagged had been flaring from all the running. Before looking out the door, he reassures that his sword is still strapped on the right side of his hip, making sure to be ready for anything that goes through those corridors.

The little boy, who had suddenly realized who they were, quickly ran towards Elias. His black pants had rips and scratches that surely revealed his gashes. He brushes off the dust off his frock coat, along with his loose and dusty linen shirt that appeared quite craggy. He stood conceitedly upon Elias, covering all the fear in him with childish bravery, “I can help! Let me fight with you!” He pleaded as dark entities emerged from his palms, revealing the great power he holds within them.

“Now is not the time, my son. Right now, what I want you to do is to protect everyone in this room. Can you do that for me, Alex?” Elias requested with a gentle smile, and was met with his son’s determined eyes, nodding in agreement by the responsibility bestowed upon him. His sister, on the other hand, remained sitting beside the bed, hiding her face with her soft brown hair that covered half of her face. Her black dress seemed tattered as she crumples on the floor, covering her ears from all the commotion.

The soldiers were closing in on them down the hallway; the numerous sounds of running were getting louder by the second. “Alright, we need to start escaping because they’re here!” The soldier roared at them, rapidly tapping the side of the door even harder than before. “I’m going as fast as I can, Jakin!” Althea’s grip had gotten tighter that the man who was holding her hand squealed in pain. His small eyes squinted even more so than they already are. “Buy us some time- please!” He begged. “Oh my goodness- Ki I didn’t mean to-” He halted her apology with his palm raised up as high as his shoulders. “It’s alright, what matters is that you need to keep pushing.”

Elias and Jakin quickly ran into the corridor as Alex closed the door from inside the room. Once the soldiers had reached the two, Elias pulled out his scythe and waved it downwards to heed warning to the soldiers to stay back. Jakin stood right behind him, guarding the other side. He pulled out his sword from its sheathe and raised it with both arms, the tip of his sword near the level of his head, pointing it slowly at them, ready to fight. They seemed out-numbered, but still, they stood fiercely. By the strike of their weapons, the war inside the halls had begun, and Althea had finally given birth to a baby girl.

The child was in Althea’s arms at last, crying in distress from the coldness of the world. But as she was wrapped in her blanket and placed around Althea’s arms, her screams of discomfort had been replaced with warm silence.

“Alex, Cleona, come meet the newborn.” Ki asked. Cleona gradually stood up to see the sleeping infant, and softly smiled as to witness the little miracle sleeping soundly.

“Alex, come see this.” Cleona turned to her brother who remained stagnant, standing in front of the door. “Take a peek for just one moment.” Still, he remained positioned at his post. But when the infant began moaning, the young defender grew curious of the child. He turned around and barely saw the infant’s head. He drew in closer, and progressively sees the rest of her blushing face. His heart grew heavy within each step; and legs quivering by the sight of her delicate resting eyes, and once he had finally reached the tip of the bed, his eyes were dampening in fear. Althea quickly noticed the son of Elias in fright of the little one, “I know what you are seeing, do not be afraid, she is still just a teensy youngling, do not worry.” Alex began choking as to what he was about to say, for words cannot seem to explain what he was feeling upon seeing the new-born. “I don’t understand. What is he afraid of? What has gotten into him?” Cleona questioned, feeling ignorant of the situation. But before Alex could say a word, peace within the room was quickly destroyed by the sound of metal crashing against the floors of the hall, being blown away by dark entities Elias had conjured. “Get out now!” He had warned them for the last time. Suddenly, a woman in pastel colored robes came crashing down the window. Her long beautiful face met Althea’s and rushed towards her. “Calea,” she heaved with a tired breath, “take care of the children.” And without hesitation, Calea rushed to Cleona and Alex, gathering them to her and ran straight out the window with them. Ki quickly picked up Althea while she carries her daughter, following Calea outside, while Elias and Jakin ran with them from behind. Out in the open, the deserted land had become invaded with blinding dust from the strong wind blowing against them. While they continued to run, a canon was fired, and Calea along with the children were out of sight. When a few dusts had been cleared out by the blowing wind, in relief, Jakin witnesses the three of them escaping from peril. Before Ki and the others were to follow them to safety, another canon was shot, becoming ultimately separated from Calea and the children. Jakin ran by Ki’s side, keeping a watchful eye on the dangers that might harm Althea and the infant. “How’s our daughter?” Jakin asked. “Strangely quiet, but still breathing” Althea replied, feeling a bit baffled by the baby.

After a long distance of running, they had finally escaped the battalions. The five were left out in the open. With black fogs resurfacing from out of Elias’ feet, he swiftly rushed towards Althea and the others. He looked around and saw that there was no place to hide as fogs of dust entraps them into the unknown. Althea observed her sleeping child as Ki puts her down gently, and within that moment, everything was silent. And as they stood, not knowing what to do, a great black figure abruptly shades them from above. As it closed in, they realized, it was an underbelly of an airship.

They ran for it.

As the ship landed, there were no other beings that could be seen on board but a woman in a majestically elegant maroon dress who stood in a refined yet cold manner. Her crown, made out of glorious, sparkling diamonds shine bright as the stars above, aiding to avoid giving attention to the dry, pale skin that envelopes her dreadfully skinny figure. Though her soft, pure purple lips were quite thin, her cheek bones became the saving grace of her face. She departed out of the ship and descended softly like a feather. Her dress flew elegantly like a flag flowing in the wind. She glares at Althea and the others, raising her hand clawed at their direction. By the tug of her arm, they instantly flew in mid-air, pulling them forcefully towards her.

As the four of them had crashed into the ground, the infant started to cry, and Althea quickly covered the child in her arms. Elias and the rest of the men struggled to get up, as they were mercilessly pinned down by the scornful woman. She waved her hand and the fog of dust had flown away, clearing the area enough for the moon to beam bright upon the cliff, unseen before. The lady in maroon slowly walked towards Althea and her daughter, now lying on the rough ground. Althea wrapped the baby in her arms away from the sight of her, but unfortunately, its cries gave it away. The lady raised her hand and clenched it, choking Althea in mid-air, still carrying the babe. “Ether- I beg of you, don’t do this,” she pleaded as her neck gradually tightened “sister- please.” Her mouth began salivating in pain. Ether tilted her head ever so slightly and lets go of Althea. She took the infant away and pushes her against the cliff.

Ether starred down at the crying child inquisitively. Without a word spoken, she fastened her hands and the cries of the infant had immediately stopped. Unveiling the baby from the blanket, she observes her face in familiarity. Her eyes squinted at the sight of the child; completely perplexed by its face she feels so acquainted with, and out of eagerness, her fingers slowly reached for its gentle cheeks. Once the tip of it had reached the skin, something flashed from within her mind, repelling her hand away from ever touching the youngling again. She was shocked to have realized what they have done, and abruptly covers the babe with the blanket. Her cold behavior had been briskly replaced with dismay and confusion. Just then, Elias brusquely came out of her shadow, had she then gasped in surprise, stepping back, still in disbelief from what she had seen. “What have you done?” her voice was taut yet fearfully soft. “Let the child go.” Elias warned, releasing misshapen shadows fogging from his hands. But Ether remained unresponsive. She became frozen.

Ki and Jakin began encircling Ether from the distance, getting ready whenever she might attempt to harm anyone.

“What are you trying to do? Why did you bore this child?” Ether darted her eyes at Althea lying on the ground. She tries to sit up, but is shaken by Ether’s actions. “Listen to me. This is for your own good- as your sister-”

“You are no sister of mine!” Ether screamed. “Now tell me! What are you planning to do with this child?” She takes a tighter grip of the infant. Fright and distress can be seen in her eyes. “Ether, listen to me-” but before Althea could continue, Jakin came close enough to try and take the child away from Ether from behind, but had she then turned around quickly, in that very moment, distorts his physical form, slowly, and agonizingly reshapes each matter that creates Jakin. Her hand quivers while doing so, hesitant to let go. Unsure of what she was doing, tears began to fill her eyes as her stance weakens in distraught.

Before Jakin could reach his death, Elias quickly emitted shadows from his hands, forming sharp entities that flew straight at her. As the attack penetrated Ether, a powerful flash of violet light was struck. Instinctively, Ki shielded Althea and himself against Ether who began quivering from the attacks.

Shocked by the black spindle-like stabs penetrating through her body, Ether’s hands weakened and lets go of the infant. With enough energy to spare, Ki rushed towards her, catching the child.

Jakin’s external form turned back to its original state, but had become weak and kneeled on the ground; both he and Elias began to bleed from the inside. He took a glimpse of Althea, who now holds their daughter in warm embrace, looked upon him from the distance. With a weary smile, he blew his last breath before ultimately losing consciousness, collapsing on the ground. Both he and Elias were gone.

Ether has finally fallen into her own folly and lies down staring into the night sky. The stars that shimmers throughout the dark void of space seems so peaceful to her now, and after witnessing this, she notices the moon beaming brightly, wondering to herself why this was not the first thing she noticed upon starring into the heavens. As this lit above her, she thinks as though it lights for her. The thought of it made her giggle in flattery. She then turns her head, and simpers as to witness the fall of her adversaries, “if only you knew what we all were, before becoming what we are now- should you have tasted the power of what I have... and will have.” Seeing Althea and Ki now standing, she beams at them with smiling eyes. “Well. Alive and breathing, are we?” Her sister approaches her, carrying the child who blissfully sleeps in her arms. “We’ll be waiting for you,” she said softly, “and maybe then will she help you become the same being as I had once known you,” Althea stated with similar smiling eyes. And to Ether’s response to that light of hope: “then you have failed to understand what I wanted for this world.” She then blew her last breath. And upon hearing this, Althea left her vessel to rot on the imperfect earth she had always despised, walking back to tend to her fallen friends.

The moon began radiating crowns of black smoke around it, like a sun’s corona spiraling and waving in different directions. As the black corona shifted around the moon, the smoke spun around until it reached the center, imploding into nothingness. And thus was the end of the war. And though triumphant, all were mourning for the loss of their beloved soldiers, friends, and families from the war. But from all that has happened, a light of change has arrived to bring forth a new era of peace and unity.


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