Nara launched her fist at the wooden slates blocking the entrance to the large tower. As powerful fist met with weak and rotting wood, Nara's body followed her powerful attack straight through the barracade, finding herself in a dark room, full of space. As Nara's eyes adjusted to the dim light, objects formerly hidden by the darkness became visble to the female deamon, and as she began to look around more and more, she soon discovered what she sought.
Moving slowly towards the end of the room, Nara kept careful watch of her surroundings. If her suspitions were right, she wouldn't be the only one seeking information at this place. Her only hope was that she would be the only one at this time. Upon arriving at the small stairway at the back of the room, Nara quickly climbed the old stairway, the wooden boards creaking and heaving with each step she took.
Each step that Nara took brought her closer to her ultimate destination. As she reached the last level of stairway, Nara paused, her ears bending forwards to seek out any presence in the upper room. Creeping forwards at a pace so that no oen would hear her, Nara arrived at the final footing, planting herself firmly against the solid wooden floor. Keeping her eyes directed forwards and her claws out and ready to tear apart anyone who got in her way.
Peering into the room ahead, Nara saw nothing upon first glance. But as she entered the room and looked out of the wide windows, she saw that her first glance had been wrong. Only fifty feet into the distance flew a lone deamon, his pale white wings easy to spot in the dark night sky. But as Nara watched, his body was slowly dissapearing, only to be covered by gray black blotches. And as the deamon continued to fly away, the small spots on him began to take on a certain form. And as Nara continued to look on in fear and amazement, she was greeted by a cruel smile on the white deamon's back. And as the smile began to move in what looked like a laugh, more spots appeared around the deamon, who had stopped moving and was only levitating in the night sky.
The latest spots to appear on the skyline were a more white colour on the gray scale, and as they moved around, they began to form odd shapes, and as they all finally stopped moving, they were in a cloudy disperced formation. But as the cruel smile on the deamons back closed, the white spots moved as one, forming deamonic lettering in the sky.
B E L L C A S T
Nara looked on in horror, but as soon as the lettering had formed it left. Gone was the mysterious deamon. Gone was the cruel smile. Gone were the letters. Gone was Bellcast...
Nara shook her head, the thoughts slowly leaving her mind. But as hard as she tried, Nara could not rid the cruel smile and the name.
Bellcast... Bellcast... Bellcast... The crimson coloured deamon moved backwards, away from the windows. The remainder of the dried blue blood that had caked itself upon Nara's body had cracked off, allowing new and fresh blood to take its place. But Nara had a task at hand, and no matter what had just happened, or what her body was doing now, none of it mattered. Dismissing all thoughts that were not on task, Nara moved swiftly towards the left side of the room, where a large mechanism stood facing into the outside world. Peering into it, Nara began to fumble with the small dials on the object's sides. Focussing in on the distant sky above, Nara's mind was completely taken over by the pitch black sky dotted with gleaming stars and spinning rocks. Seeking the areas beyond the stars and rocks, the dark spots, Nara's eyes began to take in information.
Written in the darkness of the sky were words. Thousands. Millions. An infinite number that could never be truely read. These were the words of the past. The words of the present. The words of the future...
Sons of Darkness... Daughters of Light... The universe was opened upon your open hands and faces... And thus became the galaxies built upon your solid foundations...
If you have sought the wisdom of the stars and beyond the universe is surely in peril... but is has all been written here... everything that was to happen, that is happening, and that shall happen...
Upon the foundations of light and darkness was built the universe you now live upon... but there is more... Shadow, the sence of in between, that can only be created by light, but then creates darkness... this is what the world has become...
Looking into the darkness, the elite ones pulled out a warrior by the name of Tyranac. Tyranac was the shadow, the only one to possess both light and dark within him. Upon bringing this warrior to life, the elites ones left Tyranac to the creation to the galaxies of the world. And as Tyranac worked longs days and nights, the world were soon created.
Upon completing his job, Tyranac was sentenced to life on one of the worlds he had created. Choosing his favourite over the ones the elite ones had wished him to choose caused the land of Terra Eterna to be brought forth, leaving the land of Speed to be pushed back. Tyranac romed the land of Terra Eterna for many eternities, until finally the creation of sapient beings were brought forth. Then, Tyranac, a being of magical powers was pushed away into the land he had rejected years before.
Living in Speed, the time he had been used to was gone, and the world he had been banished to tore him apart. His powers, his body, and his spirit were split into trillions of parts, until finally the speed of the new land could be handled by the individual parts of Tyranac.
As the true Tyranac, the original one, began to get used to the new world he called Speed Galaxy, the other parts of him he had lost also began to take shape and live alongside him. But Tyranac could not stand to live with pieces of himself, and as the ultimate sacrifice, he seperated himself once more, creating a rift in time and space, and creating a new universe, called Mitora.
In this world, Tyranac was the only inhabitant, but he soon became lonely, and although he hated to have his past selves be with him, he needed company. So Tyranac created death rifts, openings in the old world, Speed Galaxy, for those who were on the verge of dieing to come into to have the chance to be saved.
And so the name Tyranac became a name known only in legend... until the next beings of magic came into being...
50 000 years later...
The age of Magicians, Mages, Sages, Dragons and Deamons came into being. These creatures, all with the amazing ability to use the magical pressure in the air to their own will.
As the new world began to form full of magic, the age of conquest came... As worlds were brought together and torn apart, the magicians and the dragons came together in an ultimate force. Likewise, the Mages and Sages united, leaving the deamons to themselves. But this didn't stop a war from coming. The deamon wiped out half of the dragon race, as well as over eighty percent of the magicians, causing the mages and sages, a force that had stared as neutral to side with the dragons and magicians. But it was hopeless. The deamons, holding their own headquaters in Speed Galaxy were able to survive in the most dangerous areas, and as the United forces could not enter Speed Galaxy without significant death rates, the deamons continued their destruction of the universe. Until finally, the Seven Head Alliance came forth.
Lead by Tiranes the magician, the Seven Head Alliance consisted of Tiranes, two sages, two mages, and two dragons, the Alliance was able to create an ultimate rift in time and space, restricting the deamons to their own confined world.
As Tiranes and the rest of the Alliance returned to their respective worlds, the deamons began to plot their comeback... but that wouldn't happen for over 1000 years... and by then, the Seven Head Alliance would be all but gone...
1001 years later...
The age of renewal... The elite ones erased the beings of magic from the world, leaving only the deamons, who were restrited to their own world, and one of each remaining magical being left...
Present day... ... ...
The prophecy is wrong...
End of Part One, The Fortress
