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Angelic Songs
Setting
The twilight had never been so beautiful, nor had it been so eerie. The full moon shone down upon the land, breaking apart the few clouds that stood in its wake while the breeze brought a chilled wind from the south. It was summer in the Kingdom of Elfinor but it felt more like late fall.
In the forest, that lay on the border, Tarlo, it was deathly silent. No bird flew from tree to sky, no wolf howled in the distance. It would scare away even the bravest of knights but yet; somehow, a few were brave enough, or foolish enough, to enter the silent forest.
A path ran through the forest, from the great wall of Tarlo to the city of Margret, that many did not use. Vines, tree roots, stones, and even a few potholes lay across the path.
Plot! (History)
In the dark abyss that covered all that was the universe, to distinguish something from another was hard. Nothing thrived within the ever-lasting night. One thing existed though, the darkness, the pinnacle of all evil that spread across the worlds that floated idly by its side. For centuries this darkness dominated the universe ruthlessly and left nothing untouched.
All that was left was a figure, floating through the darkness. It was intrigued and, by interest and design, came to inspect this creature. As it came to dominate over this miniscule and worthless being, some force unknown to it attacked it. Nothing had bothered to try and fight back against it and it was quite amused and, more or less, annoyed.
For days it tried and this figure was silent, answering no replies that came from this being of total power and domination. Its eyes were closed and dreamed of a better place. Out of compassion for the beings this darkness had taken over and killed, it, in turn, banished the darkness to pure oblivion.
Out of the light that radiated from the figure’s body and banished the menace, it crated a new world, a new universe where everything lived and thrived. The worlds were reawakened and the people became alive once again. The last thing that the figure left of itself before disappearing into the sun that banished all evil was a crimson red rose.
The people appointed ten men, all from different families, to protect this heroic symbol of their creator. For millennia these same families have been protecting the symbol and have called the ten men, The Guardians of the Light.
It's been centuries since the creator banished the darkness and one way or another and somehow it still has forces to do it's bidding. The strange assassins who are killing many innocents are said to be a subordinate of the forces still working for it. No one quite knows why they are killing so many but it seems that everytime they're taking down stronger leaders every time.
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