it's so beautiful and peaceful

the birds are chirping, the golden leaves falling on the stone pavement as the cold mourning wind of winter approaches, there are children playing with rocks trying to skip them on the pond, a merchant shouting for customers, the bustling roads of the kingdom, carriages and people, and then an explosion.

everything seemed to turn into a huge blur, as if time stopped and I didn't know what was going on,

I was suppose to be on holiday today, spending time alone in solitude.

I couldn't see anything, I was practically blind by the dark smoke, I was in a state of fear and shock to the point that I couldn't move, not even an inch, my ears are ringing, but I could make out the screams of the people as they ran pass me, stepping on me on the process, making me Yelp in pain.

"my baby,my baby!! where is he!"

"somebody help!!!"

"my leg! my leg! I can't move!!"

"dad! dad!! wake!!wake up!!!"

"help me!!!"

"I can't see!"

it's chaotic,

it's Loud,

my ears are hurting, and so is my body, but I incouraged myself to hide in a secluded alleyway hugging my own body tight.

I sat a a corner, covered my ears until it stopped Ringing and got myself more clear Headed than before,

I didn't have Time to fully sort out my thoughts, I raised my hand up into the sky, as if I were reaching for something out of the clouds and a Green light glowed suddenly from inside my hands, it glowed more and more forming into solid figure, a spear embroided with silver diamonds and Jade, alas! God's blessing to me,

as a knight of the kingdom, it is my duty to protect those who reside it, on holiday or not, I must do my duties as servant to the God Oswald and the kingdom of Amir and bring peace to the world!

and with that in mind, Baron with his weapon in hand ran towards the explosion with immense speed, to the point of being super human, wearing nothing but clothing, no armor, no defense,, and yet he ran with bravery and confidence written on his face, like how a true knight should.

Chapter 1: the start of the end

Baron rushed forward, with his spear at hand, there was a bird, a giant black bird with the size of full sized wagon it looked dead, it was dead, but for some reason it came back to life, but leaving it's soul behind,

does that even count as being alive?

the bird was smelly and it was rotting, some of it's ribs could be seen though the decaying skin, it's eyes were a jaundiced white, lifeless,but moving.

there's only one person I know in this world that could do something so messed up as to resurrect a dead thing to reak havoc.

Baron covered his nose, what a stench!

before Baron could take Action, a group of birds could be seen above the sky, no they were not Birds, they were human,they were knights!

they flew above the blue sky with their golden and white feathery wings, and shiney gold armory

there were about ten of them, they all plunged forward with swords and shields in hand of different colors and sizes, falling from the sky and aiming at the giant bird, as if fallen angels being thrown from heaven falling to the face of the earth

Baron looked up in awe, what more can the generous Oswald give? Baron prepared himself for their impact, he got out of their way and watched as the winged knights plunged to the ground causing the earth so shake.

the area was full of dirt smoke

" Men! formations!"

before he knew it, the battle began.

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Oswald the God of Magic, the creator of everything they know,

for millions of years he is praised, worshipped and loved by the people in this earth, he was mysterious, he never once showed his face, not even to his most loyal subjects, wearing nothing but a black cloak, being covered from head to toe by black mist,

people described him as High and mighty, always boasting about his success, the battles he won, the evil he vanquished the great things he created, Magic.

with his sheer knowledge alone did he create the most sophisticated creation in human history, and for that he was deemed as God, after all, Humans can't lead themselves, they're bound to fall apart, destroy themselves from flesh to bone, they need a leader, they need a God, they need A guardian.

for all the years that Oswald reign this earth living amongst the clouds, a utopian society he created, Amir, a piece of land floating to the vast skies of The Earth where Oswald's blessing is at its strongest focal point.

he created a world where Magic is The Key to everything and the satisfaction of life, where one can no longer exist without magic, where everything is decided by magic, where everything is seen as magic, where the reliance in magic became a part of life.

he created something good and yet so bad,

because when there's is light, there is always a shadow.

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"Baron"

a knight called to me, I know him, he was my senior at school, he carried his giant sword in his hand embroidered by Amber and ruby, same goes for his features, Red , he's fiery.

I was squatting on the ground, looking at the double dead bird from afar, I'm not criticizing them or anything but it took them a lot longer beating just one giant bird, could it be? that He is getting stronger?

i stood up from the ground patting my clothes covered in dust, I smiled to him, it's been awhile since I saw this senior, maybe during his graduation? we weren't that close but alteast we were on a first name basis.

"Baron, long time no see old pal"

him saying it in a care free manner as he retracted his weapon away, dissolving in the air, leaving a dust of amber colored sparkle in his hand,

I smiled at him "Senior Deon, it's been a while"

he looked at me from head to toe,

"seems like little Baron Minhaden is not so little anymore, how did you get so.....buffed?"

he looked at my lean and strong figure in awe and maybe with a hint of jealousy,

I smiled quite sheepishly, not knowing what to say, but before I could answer he looked at the undead bird on the ground and furrowed his brow then back to me

" these monsters He create are getting more and more disturbing by the day, attacks are getting quite frequent too, not to mention it took all ten of us almost half an hour to finally send this double dead bird to double hell, do you know how embarrassing that is?"

He said as be rubbed his fiery red hair clearly stressed,

I furry my brow also, with a stern voice

"It's either HE is getting stronger or maybe....,"

I paused, he turned to me

"Or maybe what?"

I looked at my palms,

"maybe we are getting weaker"

Deon looked at me confused, his brow furrowed even further causing him to wrinkle like an old distressed grandpa,

"That's impossible! Amir is most abundant in magic, clearly HE is the one that's getting stronger so we really have to train more to finally put an end to this freak show"

I looked at him

"It's just a guess but you know me..... I'm not good with guessing games, remember me during the navigation exam?"

I said jokingly trying to lift up the depressing conversation that we're having.

He started to smile showing his big front teeth,

"Oh yeah, guess I can't take your word for anything hypothesising" he said as he laughed in a care free manner.

"It's been awhile Senior, You didn't change a bit, not even your height" I said with a giggle

It's true, he is a head shorter than me,

Deon looked at me as if offended and punched me in the arm, "it's called looking young, Minhaden, I'll be looking like 15 till 40, isn't that a good thing?"

I laughed at him

"Anything you say senior"

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"Sloane, this is where we part"

In the darkness of night, in the woods of tall pine, two figures stood in the fog, wearing black cloaks like ebony, but from the shape of their body, there was a boy and a girl,

The girl was holding a lit fire torch, she looked at the boy in furrowed brows, her bright green eyes, shedding layers of frost, she bit her lip and bowed down onto the ground with one knee lifting her body , her head hung low as if the boy were a king, she said in a breathier but stern voice

" I must refuse this farewell, I still want to be your student, master, I know that I'm not much of a strong magician, but I'm still willing to try again! Even if it kills me, Master please, I looked up to you for all this time , I want to be strong just like you!"

The man looked away at her, and with a husky tone " Sloane, the plan was to keep that bird frozen in time till I got all the ingredients I could to save that wounded thing and yet you disobeyed me"

The man furrowed his brows as he crossed his arms together " not only did you not freeze it, you tried saving it yourself, and what an abomination you created!"

The girl looked like she was in the verge of tears she bowed her head down even more until it hit the ground "Master please! I know it was my fault, I overestimated my abilities, I was only trying to impress you! I'm sorry please, I still want to continue my studies with you master! Forgive me!"

The boy looked at the girl on the ground he sighed " truly I can never get mad at you Sloane, it's just your stubbornness is getting more and more of a hindrance each day, I already have a lot to deal with, I got the whole kingdom headhunting me, I am Amir's most wanted"

The boy looked at the girl with a complicated expression, his eyes seem somber, with dark bags under his eyes from the sleepless nights he went through,

"please don't make things harder for me than it already is"

"I promise master, I won't"

"You better"

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It was late November, it was autumn, well alteast it was.

I woke up from my bed, I was surrounded by unfinished paintings, instruments and books, I always wonder how my tiny cabin can fit a whole lot of things,

I went to open the curtains, and the whole landscape outside was nothing more and nothing less than a beautiful scenery of white,

I put on my fur coat and opened the door, it was cold, the cold wind blew past me causing me to shiver, I ran to the valley of snow in front of me, raising my hand up trying to catch a snow flake,

For a big man like me, I act like a child when I'm happy, and I don't mind it, because being a child is the essence of living life, knowing nothing more than to cease the moment.

I did many things that day, skating, making Snowmen, aiming snowballs at the tree, drinking hot cocoa, I was living the life I always wanted, away from everything, away from everyone, something about being alone and being peaceful All by yourself feels so........... Fullfilling.

I went back to the house to make dinner, I skipped lunch because I was too busy making a whole family for billy the snowman.

I made hot soup, it wasn't bad but it wasn't that good either, I miss Cordelia's cooking, her cooking skills were on par with the cooking Gods, if there was one,

She used to bring me lots of things for breakfast each morning when I was in the academy, although we we're the same age, she acted like my mother, always nagging me about my bad manners and my bad sence of responsibility, she's like my guardian and my friend.

I washed the dishes and sat on a chair to finish my painting of a flower vase on the corner, it's nice to be on holiday, worry free, I don't have to think about that evil sorcerer and his minions trying to destroy Amir, if I could I would quit being a knight if it weren't for my loyalty to Oswald, after all he did save me from death when I was young, although I didn't see him that clearly, I know, it was him,even though it was a gut feeling, I have never been so sure all my life.

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It was already night, the snow is starting to get a little harsher, thank goodness I have a fireplace if not I'd die like a popsicle,

I didn't use any fire magic, I'm not good with spells, what if I set the whole cabin on fire?

I slept quite warm that night, everything today is going well, that was what I thought as I dozed off into the darkness of sleep.

" Come here"

"Come here"

" Where did you go?"

"Why did you go?"

"Come here "

I woke up from the cold sensation I felt,

I woke up outside the valley with the snow, almost being burried by it, I was really cold, I sat up abruptly,

how did I end up here?

Before I could sort out my thoughts, cold wind started to blow and I quickly ran towards the cabin, closing the door in a rush.

Did I sleepwalk?

I did sleepwalk back in highschool but after that it never came again, it's been years, why did it suddenly come back?

I ran to the fireplace, brought in wood and lit a match, I took off my shirt and shorts as I grabbed a wool towel and dried myself up

Earlier that night, I remembered I had a dream, it wasn't that clear, but I heard a woman, someone calling out to me,

It was also a similar dream back in highschool

I can't remember her voice, but yet she sounds so familiar.

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It was the 5th day of my holiday, I didn't sleepwalk after that day, maybe it was just a one-time thing, but i would always put a big barricade on the door just in case I go out asleep again, I don't want to freeze to death, personaly, I think it's the worst way to die, knowing you're gonna die, but have nothing to do about it, freezing to death is having your thoughts move slowly, realizing death is on your door, unlike drowning or falling from a cliff your thinking process is more hasty, more rushed, next thing you know you don't even realize your dead.

I was shoveling the snow from the balcony when the mail came, the delivery boy dressed in blue and white uniform,he gave me tons of letters, although one of them seem to stand out, from the rest, I thanked the boy and went inside.

The odd one of the bunch was a paper embroidered with golden and sapphire patterns, and it was sealed with golden glittering candle wax.

I opened it and the paper flew into the air and it talked all by itself with a monotone voice of a man

" Dear Mr.Minhaden,

We regret to inform you that you're off time will be cut short, the knights are in need of a hand during these rough times, we are ever truly sorry, we hope you can report to the headquarters by tomorrow, by the order of the knights of Amir.

Sincerely yours, Grand Master Rutherford "

After it finished talking, the letter dropped on the floor like a light feather, dissolving into a million pieces, with no trace behind.

I sighed,

"And so it begins......."

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The havoc bringer of Amir, he Bares many names, often called by the crowd as the devil in human skin, a madman, an evil sorcerer, The bringer of misery, the enemy of Oswald.

The nights of Amir officially named him as the Blue calamity, because of his stunning blue fire that he himself can only create, but personaly, or maybe to some extent to Cordelia, we just call him the nutjob, I mean who uses magic against the bringer of magic? Isn't it only self destruction? Atleast that's what Cordelia always says, and I can never argue with her, after all she's like a walking encyclopedia, she knows everything and is always right.

I looked at my sketchbook sketching the lady across me sitting on a chair, I'm in a giant sized wagon right now, being pulled by four big horses,

It was quite comfortable inside, although it did have some dirt on the floors or maybe dog poo? It was alright for a wagon, it also has many passengers inside aside from myself, there was an old man sleeping and another old man sleeping and another....

Old people sure like to sleep, well I can't blame them, I'm young and sleeping is like therapy for me, pure Bliss,

There was also a lady across me, she looked a little bit on her late 40s she had dirty blonde hair and green eyes that are quite similar to mine, although her's is more vibrant just like a ripe peach fruit while mine looks quite dull, like stepped on grass in the muddy ground during a rainy day, compared to her I look boring, not to mention my hair? It's an abomination! My hair color is atrocious, like my creator vomited on my head and called it a day, dark green seriously? If only I had a handsome face it would have been fine, but nope, I'm just average, I shouldn't worry about these things, I'm a man, beauty and desirability isn't really my main thought in life, I should sleep, I don't wanna be stressed out again.

And like that I slept in a bad mood while hugging my bag on my chest.

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I got to the academy now, it was already evening, I got here about an hour earlier than expected, it was only a 3 hour ride, but still I'm so tired, even though I slept in most of the travel.

The grand master said on his letter that I should report tomorrow, so I was planning on skipping dinner and head straight to bed,

I walked pass the corridors of the academy, it was decorated in gold and magical roses that seems to be moving by itself somehow, being lit by the faint moonlight, there was no one in the corridor except for some passing knights guarding the place, the ceiling was painted with golden stars and behind it, a painting of the universe, blue and dark, unforgiving and unpredictable, yet beautiful,

There was also a water fountain in the yard and above it, a statue of the Great God Oswald, of course with his signature dark cloak covering his face and entire body.

I went upstairs, climbing the marble staircase until I reached the third floor where my room was situated, I opened the door using my magical aura, grabbing the door handle and using some little magic, it can only open to the assigned owner of the room.

As I got in I quickly threw my bag on a chair and threw myself on the bed, sleeping almost immediately

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" I heard they were all wiped out yesterday!"

"Really? I feel bad for their families"

" They said the blue fire was so huge that it gobbled them up like roasted chicken"

" There was 30 knights sent on that mission, all of them were really gifted and powerful, personaly picked by the grand master, and yet they didn't even lay a single scratch on that bastard"

"Only 30 knights? They are overestimating themselves too much"

"those poor people, didn't they bring Tommy and Hannah with them? Did they....."

"Yeah, all of Them, dead"

"Jeez.......I even saw Hannah laughing happily with her friends right before she was dispatched, it's hard to believe it's the same day she'll die....."

"Also! I heard they're transferring the towns folk from the northern village"

"Here?"

"Not necessarily here but in the refuge home"

"God"

"What a world we live in....."

The people in the dining room, were chattering, crowded up on a single table,

I'm on a secluded corner of the room, I prefer to eat in peace, but I couldn't help but hear all the things they were saying,

30 knights? That's many people, and all of them are magicians, how powerful can that bastard get? Or maybe.....Ah no impossible,

I thought deeply as I ate my tomato sauce topped Pasta,

I scanned the room for awhile, looking for Cordelia, I wanted to tell her that I already came back but I was too tired to do so that night,

I looked left and right, she wasn't here.

Cordelia never skips breakfast, she always says it's the most important meal of the day, where could she have gone?

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It was a cold winter's day in Amir, in a small village just up north, all the doors were closed all the houses sealed shut, the streets were baron, dark, with no one in sight, it was as if the snow has overtaken them to rot, to be transformed into a wasteland of frost and The ambience of what it was, it was now lifeless, quite.

A man in black, covered in white snow, stood on the clock tower, mesmerized by the highest view from above,

Everyone fled, they must have known he was coming, The man smiled,

It is a nice feeling to be expected, after All this was the village he grew up in, his home,

how nice of them to make themselves disappear, it would have been troubling for him to to get rid of them one by one.

Hearing the wind howl once more, the man glided down the tower and into the center of the village, landing on the ground with a rather harsh force,

he grimaced as he helped his hands up, as if he was offering a hug to somebody,

"Guess who's home"

His voice ecoed through the baron land that was once a thriving village,

Only the cold wind answered him, giving him chills down his spine.

At that moment, The man felt an undescribable feeling,

He did this,

He made it all happen,

He affected the lives of a thousand people,

He is a significance to all their miserable little lives,

All him,

And damn does it feel good,

It feels Good to play God,

Is this what Oswald feels?

To be neither good nor bad?

To have control over the lives of the people who lived and will live?

I always wonder what he'll think when a disaster tries to kill his followers, does he just say "Oh well too bad for you" and call it a day?

Isn't that what he always does?

To feel powerful

To lose ones humanity?

The man whispered under his breath, forming some white fog from his mouth,

"Maybe I should just ask him myself"

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