At the commencing of the game of tag taken place upon earth within the city of Monticello. Another boy was commencing a dance of sorts. The country a little one surrounded by other more powerful countries and it still existed due to it hosting an Archon. Mind you this state was not amongst earth it was upon a planet in the exact same spot as earth but 3 times as big within a slightly different dimension.
An Archon is not a leader of the country but of a guild. It boast a powerful person whose perfected his first form magic and managed to rifle through various places, other beings belongings and dungeon to gain and practice more magic. That aside lets focus more on the dancing boy. The boys name is Acele his title is that of a crown prince whom is the next to inherit the country if tragedy struck the king thersay. Along side his dance a rhythm is set.
A shaft say 4 feet long is held within Aceles hand a plain handle his hand grasp. While at the end a blunt tip arrow half a foot from base to blunt tip. Either side of the shaft a serrated blade grinded ready for slicing. This weapon a thrust to puncture in from the arrow head and a slice to get out is the main weapon of choice for the riflers hailing from this country. Aceles next step to becoming a man is to get into a Guilding school to become a rifler.
For those skilled with the Spear Blade they could appreciate the beat of the to and fro it took skill to create such a rythm. Srybiam is a master of this weapon and a top rifler at that. Even procuring a position within one of the teams thought to compete for a guild license. Its leader on the edge of becoming an Archon the highest rank for a rifler. Most citizens practice this weapon all are called upon if a war were to happen.
The land occupied by Aceles family or rather Chyles is a land lavish with vast forest and small open plains. Amongst the forest savage predator and scary pray awaits. Ready for the circle of life to spin. Around Chyles are 3 major countries.
To the north of Castle Chyles lay the country know as Syba a massive oasis surrounded by a deadly dessert moat. To the south west of Castle Chyles lies Rakora a mountainous region prosperous with mines of all kinds. Lastly to the the south east a mixture of plateaus, rolling hill and forest Fontan stands. All country quite powerful but Fontan is the strongs and hold the top prestigious rifler school know as Eden. Many compete along side Eden but most fall short and those that don't are only 3 or 4 other prestigious schools.
Hours seam to go buy yet the rythm of the Serrated spear persisted that is til the thunderous hoof of horse shook the city. Srybiam frown those specialized in riding are to remain at towers to patrol Chyles border. It is a peaceful time but still the countries around are powerful. Each tower a resting stop for the horse so constant patrolling could happen. There for the soldier must learn to live atop the mounts for 3 month only getting a hour to pace there legs. 3 month is the duration of deployments and one just started so why is one back.
Syrbiam smile thrust the brunt spear point between Aceles palm and handle and slice the wooden blade away from the palm but toward were the fingers point. Catching the handle thus disarming Acele all while not harming the prince. Smile still there " you have come along way but lack experience in the finer techniques hence allowing me to disarm you now stay here prince something has occurred." Srybiam quickly paces away.
Acele heard the horse to amd new something to be up. Thus he ignored the order after all he is a prince Srybiam may have a higher standing in general amongst the countries but being a citizen if Chyles and a soldier within its border the pri ce was above hime on authority. Racing of to the beat of the hooves ot was rather easy to gather around the horse and it rider. All who saw the rider gasp, a sword was rammed through the riders stomach and a lashing wound ran across the horses hind legs.
A booming sounded the Castle majestic doors burst for with such ferocity it bang against the castles walls spider webbing them in crack. Pressure fell on everyone, and everything, the King has come. Achieving title of Archon the country technically held two Archons but being king me he could not hold a ruling Archon position a title and seat to govern the guilds across every country. Even so the kings power is great and he appeared befor the horse and the gravely wounded horseman.
Before King Chyles spoke tge name being a tradition for every king to take the name once seated spoke. The horseman spoke. "Captain Baldor reporting 1327 dead one survivor army of Fontan soon to follow." With the the captain slumps forward dead. The horse as if one with the rider buckle slumping forward and stopping its own heart.
King Chyles cries showing all emotion to all, all soon cry back. Every man, child, women capable of fighting all go and prepare for battle each streaming tears of sorrow. King came before Aceles who bows , " You may not participate go and guard your mother" The order is absolute but as if know his son will not obey hey turns to Srybiam to give an order. A spear tip appears before the kings throat , shocked its sliced away by another Spear blade. The kings.
"I should have struck a blow sooner perhaps you would have been to distracted " saying this bespoke Srybiams betrayal. A power rages within the king that of an archon . Diagrams drawn within pockets of air each generating a spear, dozens created and dance in the air. Srybiam became grave and the earth below moved creating interwoven diagrams suck Srybiam in before the spears peirce his body. War has been declared the Fontans army shall be here any moment. The kings lasting thought is the hope that one has no part and this nor will he fight.