Arran found himself floating in an endless ocean that was as black as night. His head pounding like a drum as he could feel inside his mind barriers breaking down as memories of times past, forgotten but now remembered
Suzumes face flashed before his eyes her sky blue hair and emerald green eyes disappeared as quickly as they came, images of people that Arran knew once before and places he had never been flashed by as blurs
All of a sudden, the tattoo on Arran's right arm glowed a dark blue and burned like fire. Arran wanted to scream as he could feel his veins being pumped with fire; Arran's vision blacked there was a long silence Suddenly Arran's eyes shoot open, his pupils replied and blazing with blue fire his body felt like he was on fire for a minute as who he was back then coming back to him and was emblazed into his mind.
Woke up and found himself under a makeshift tent mile down the Dar'gar river. Arran sighed; it was obvious that he had fallen and drifted who knows how far down the river.
At that moment, a tall female with a medium build and fiery red hair, her skin was a reddish color. Arran noticed that outside it was raining, and he could feel a cold breeze; even though she wore a thick Nightwolf jacket and leggings, she was still shivering uncontrollably
" God damn, I hate the cold," she said, pausing and turned to see that Arran had awoken Breathing a sigh of relief, she sat next to him. "Praise the All-Mother; you aren't dead."
Out of the corner of Arran's eye, he saw a Phoenix tattoo on her arm but said nothing; the girl said sharply, " you are an idiot, trying to cross the Dar'gar on foot. You broke your foot. Her tone softened
"when I pulled you out. Your body began convulsing, and your arm glowed a dark blue, then you fell into a coma for a week. I feared that you had died. Give thanks to the All-Mother that whatever was happening to you has stopped.Where is your horse so when you get better, you can return to your party?"
She folded her arms and looked into his dark blue reptilian eyes " I left it with the rest of my party. May I know your name?"Arran said calmly
" My name has always been Hi ga umareta. I have no other name than what my purpose is". She said Arran could tell he had offended her
" I am sorry that I offended you, but if that is the only name you know, I don't want to call you that. Can I call you Hi no Ojo instead?" Arran asked sincerely
She paused and was silent for a long minute. Her face turned a deeper shade of red " How about Moeru yona" she said calmly ." Moeru yona stood up and looked at Arran "where are you going all by yourself anyway?"
" So, if you would not mind, can you tell me why you are not in El'send'dor Flameborn?"
Moreau yona looked into Arran's eyes, and she could see who he truly was. Shee did not know what to say for a long minute
" Are you Draco Dra'ghoul?" Moreau yona said softly, her voice filled with wonder and aw
Arran, still trying to get his head wrapped around everything happening, replied, " I guess so, But I still like Arran Ember."
Moreau yona smiled and then said, " How did you know I was a Flameborn? I try to hide that secret from others."
Arran nodded; he had read about the tales of the First ones and the Quinn that were created by Azadawn the Overseer, the mythith tales of the first age of divines, Angelborns and Demonborns as well as The Divine Pact.
In this time, many who were born were of mixed blood of mortal and divine. No one took notice of it until a young boy whose name has been forgotten to time was gifted godlike powers and wiped out every single Quinn on Ashtar
For the next two thousand years, the First Age of Darkness reigned, that is until one day the dark being vanished from that day forward, those who were mortal but had divine blood was killed on sight."
Moreau yona placed a hand on Arran's shoulder. "No need to say anything.
" Let me explain." Moreau yona said
"Flameborns are not born like those divines of the First Age. A Flameborn is birthed from their mortal mother as a human child. If the child and the mother survived giving birth to her child, then the newborn is injected with Divine Blood." Moreau yona said
She paused, hands fighting into a fist as she refined her voice from becoming too overemotional " This is the point where there is a zero-point one precinct choice of the Flameborn living."
Arran replied, "but you lived inst that a good thing?" Moreau yona was silent for a moment
" I suppose so. But every day since I had wished I had died." She said grimly. Arran stared at her in shock
"Why?" is all Arran could say after a minute.
Moreau yona replied, " Because I don't know who I am or what I am all I know, all I have ever known is that I am a Flameborn, a child born with no soul cursed to walk the mortal plain doomed never to die exiled from both Overhevan and Underhell."
At this moment, the dark grey clouds in the sky cracked with lighting as Moreau yona slammed her fist into the ground and cried out, tears running down her cheeks, "When none of that is true. I am a human girl, not a monster!"
She stopped as Arran embraced her tightly and said softly to her, " I am sorry that people have treated you that way. Will you forgive them in your heart? They are only mortal and do not know your pain."
Arran laid back down Moreru one's face was a darker red than normal as she was confused and surprised; she did not know what to say
Finally, she spoke, " Will you make a promise to me?" Moreau Yoma said
Arran nodded and said "yes, what is it?"
Moreau yoma replied, " Promise me you will never leave me."
Arran looked at her and said, " I promise."
" It is getting late, Tomorrow you and I will make our way to Draco'vera once your foot is healed." she said, turning around and started to walk away but stopped, and without looking back,
Moreau yona said to Arran, " Thank you." as she walked to a separate area where she slept.
Arran could not sleep that night, his head still pounding and the voices still echoed throughout his mind, but one stood out far stronger than the other, a dark, sinister voice that felt like it was a part of him speaking in a low grime tone
" Set me free Arran, Only you can break the seal preventing us from becoming one." In an instant, the voices inside of Arran's head ceased; all that was left was a deafening silence.
Arran's body felt cold as ice, and he could not or did not want to move as an unknown force paralyzed him. The air around his eyes burned every muscle in his body felt like it had melted from his body, his eyelids became heavy as his vision began to become dark, and he could feel his whole self being grabbed by thousands of spiderlike hands pulling him into an inky black ocean
Just as he was about to fade into an endless dreamless sleep, Arran heard the cries of Moreau yoma as she reached out her hand to Arran to grab before the Elden God consumed him within him.
" Come Back, Arran! You promised you would never leave me!" as Arran heard Moreau yoma shout those words to him, Arran did not know why but his body became free from Lord Dra'ghoul as he rose higher to the surface, the screams of the Elden God faded away.
Arran's eyes shot open, and he gasped for breath Moreru yoma embraced him, tears running down her face
" Welcome back to the world of the living. Friend" a tall medium build man sitting across from Arran, wore a Nexus Tech lab tech outfit; my name is Logan Nexus, the son of the current president Vector Nexus. You are lucky to be alive; it is a good thing your friend knows healing magic."
The pain subsiding Arran sat up and looked at his arm The Mark of the Dra'ghoul spread across his right side, The dark blue aura it once had was long gone but replaced with a black and red striped dragon that looked to be consuming Arran's arm.
" I can't explain that, so I am of no use to you with that, but those who live in the Temple of the Last Guardian would know more."
Arran stood up and said, " Thank you for your help; before we leave can you tell me where Kurio Ame is and why the Council of Nine wants me?"
Logan opened his mouth to speak as he did; Moreru yoma screamed as with laser-like accessary Kurio ame tore out Logan's heart as the man who had saved his life fell to the ground killed without mercy. Arran's eyes blazed with white fire as Kurio ame crushed Logan's heart in his hand.
Kurio ame fixed his gaze on Moreru yoma, her whole body shaking with fear she had never felt such evil, malice, and hatred in one human before.
" You must be Kurio ame?" Arran said, doing his best not to sound terrified of the menacing monster before him. Kurio ame shifted his gaze to Arran's right arm
Kurio voice became amused and said, " So you are the one that is Arran Draco Dra'ghoul, the bearer of the Mark of Dra'ghoul and the one to defeat Lupine Riddle?"
Arran nodded and replied, " Yes; why do you seek me out and wish me dead?" Kurio ame replied, "No, not yet, you have not earned the right to fight me."
Enraged, Arran leaped at Kurio ame his sword drawn and ready to strike. "You are impulsive and impatient." Kurio ame said as black blood from Kurio ames palm ran down Arran's blade as he gripped the sword before Arran could strike
Kurio ame let go and removed his own Ash'sha're sword " Boy; You are strong, yes, But you are nowhere near strong enough to even lay a finger on me."
Arran put his sword away and nodded " Very well, Fighting now would prove pointless and may lead to my death."
Without speaking, Kurio ame removed a long blood-red sword. Arran could feel a familiar aura emitting from the blade as he struck it into the ground, and a dark blue aura surrounded the blade. The earth shook as Kurio ame plunged the sword deep into the earth. Arran watched as his foe stuck his only weapon in the ground, but why?
Kurio ame turned Arran held out one hand to stop him. "Kurio ame, why did you do that?" Arran asked, confused both of them staters and each other for a few moments Moreru yoma could sense in Kurio ame an aura of fear and worry.
"Consider this the first and only gift I give to you. If you truly believe that you can stop Lupine Riddle and those who allied with him. It is a pointless task, but This sword can only be certain inevitable whose power matches the purity in their heart and soul If you can remove this sword from the ground. Only then will I seek you out for a battle. One last thing before you go to Draco'vera, I suggest looking into the history of a man called Xenoventaris, the Bladewalkers, and the Old Bell in the Libray of Kang that is in the Region of Ash'sa'haree. The sword will remain unto your return," Kurio ame said
Arran cried out, " Why are you helping me? Do you seek this Xenoventaris so that you can harness the power of the Old Bell?"
Kurio ame laughed. "No, Child the Old Bell can not be tamed by mortal men, Elden Gods or Lords of Darkness. Not even those as powerful as the Council of Nine can control its power." He paused for a long time when Kurio ame spoke; his voice was melancholy as if he had experienced a tragic loss to the Old Bell once before.
"No, I wish to destroy it and hopefully stop..." he paused, stopping himself
Arran replied, " I don't know what you plan on doing or why but I wish you luck." Kurio ame nodded and said, " As to you." In an instant
Arran stared at the sword; he could feel its godlike power Moreru yoma stood next to him and said, " Do you truly think you can remove that sword?" Arran did not respond for a moment
" Maybe. But something tells me that he would not have given it to me the way he did if he did not think I could do it." Arran said
Moreru yoma replied, " So what now?" Arran replied,
" We go to the Libray of Krang. After I pull this sword out of the ground," Once Arran removed his shirt Moreru yoma gasped at the runes inscribed onto his rough dragon-like skin.
"Do they hurt?" she asked
Arran, who replied, " No, I can hardly feel any physical pain anymore, maybe if it is severe, but most of the time, I just can't feel anything."
Kurio ame watched from above as Arran soon you will complete my test as I had done once before." Kurio ame said, gripping a golden hilt, its blade long gone. But within the hilt of the blade still held unspeakable power. As night fell, Moreru yoma watched as Arran continued to try to make the sword move even an inch.
"You have disappointed me, Arran," Kurio ame said as he teleported in and grabbed Moreru yoma by the throat.
"Stop! I am doing my best," Arran cried out to Kurio ame, who looked at him with a cold, steely gaze
Kurio ame replied, " Then this is your encouragement, remove the blade in the next ten seconds, or I crush every bone in her body." Time slowed as Arran drew power from deep within himself as he gripped the blade. his body straining as it refused to move, but just before time was up, Kurio ame dropped Moreru ame
" By the All-Mother, I can't believe it," Kurio ame said as Arran held the glowing Ash'sha're blade Demonsong the Chaos Blade; he could feel the overwhelming power inside the blade flowing into him as Arran held the sword up into the sky streaks of red and blue lighting lit up the sky. Arran was enclosed in a bright blue aura as seven glowing orbs impacted Arran, each dissolving into his body.
Meanwhile, in the Ruins of Nevermore, where Damion Vixin Grey stood outside in a dark torn brown clock, his skin a tan color, his black hair was cut short, and his dark blue eyes were fixed on the lighting coming from where Arran was.
" Finally, after all these years, a Bladewalkers is among us. Praise the All-Mother." Damion Vixen Grey said as he fell to his knees.
Victor Silvertouge helped him up " Yes, Master, praise her indeed. But before we do, Let's check the Tomb to make sure that Demonsong is still there. If that is Arran, then something is not right; there can only be one Ash'sha'tare Blade at a time each is crafted especially for their wielder." Victor said as he pulled a lever opening a hidden door that leads to a winding staircase downward
" So there can only be one Bladewalker?" Damion Vixen Grey asked as they descended the stairs to Tomb.
"No, The Region of Ash'shan'dar is home to the Bladewalkers." Victor said as he took a touch off the wall to see the light from the open door above, "My father told me that a Bladewalker is a person who has a pure heart, and their willpower drives them to do the unthinkable. Back in the First Age, Ash'san'dar and Nevermore had hundreds of these men, most young boys."
They finally reached the bottom, and Victor lit the torches surrounding them so that they could see. Damion asked hesitantly, for he feared that he already knew the answer "What to them, the boy who joined?"
Victor was silent for a long time before speaking his tone grime and powerful "They were all killed in the Fall of Nevermore."
Damion nodded " I thought so." They walked down a long stone pathway. "To become a Bladewalker, you must first pull an Ash'shan'dar sword from the earth, and those who do are The Erabareshi mono. The Bladewalker that is needed for a purpose greater than his own."
They both stopped at a massive statue of a hooded figure holding a long demon sword in his hands. Victor looked at the blade, confused. "But that is impossible; the Ash'shan'dar blades made for the Erabareshi mono are crafted for that wielder. This is no other sword like it."
Damion nodded " Indeed, this is troubling; let's hope that Arran has the duplicate and not someone else.
Meanwhile, back at where Arran and Moreru yoma were, Kurio ame had fled, and Arran had collapsed to the ground, the sword fell onto the grass.
Moreru yoma watched the Flame flies dance in the sky as she sat next to Arran, "I don't know what is going on, but I do know that I can't leave Arran's side."
She stifled a scream as she heard the sounds of horses, and three men with a medium build wearing light armor walked towards them and sat down within the light; as he saw Moreru yoma, the man spoke soft and calm
" Young Lady, are you a Flameborn?" the man said Moreru yoma while the other two tend to Arran's wounds from the previous weeks
She nodded " Yes, I am but don't come near me. I don't like mortals." her body shaking with fear. The man nodded " Understable many Flameborns are afraid of mortals when they are young but when they are your are young adults, they are normally there accustomed to be around them."
Moreru yona cried out, " You are a lier; all of the Flameborn are dead; they all died in the First Age." the figure sighed. "Yes, you are correct, but there are still those who are born with ability from someone back then that was a Flameborn."
Hearing this calmed Moreru yoma down " Ok, what do you want?" Moreru yoma said
the man removed Moreru Tomas hand from Arran and held in his own " what is your name?" he said
Moreru yoma replied, " Arran gave me the name Moreru yoma, but I don't have a name."
The man sighed as he picked up Arran and the sword then put them both in the horse-drawn wagon he rode to them once they were settled
Moreru yoma said, " Thank you; what is your name?"
The young man replied, " Lei Lionheart of the second Bladewalkers regiment Selva Silverstar Platoon."
"Please, Lei, no need to be so formal." One of the men who came with Lei said as he ruffled Lei's dark orange hair, " Kaito, Stop it!"Lei cried out, pushing him back
Kaito smiled and then said, " That boy is lucky even to be alive; he has so many broken bones, physical and internal competitions. Also, Kanzler did a brain analysis of him, and according to him, vast portions of what seems to be his past life and other memories that not even Kezler could decode have been concluded."
Moreru yoma nodded and explained what she knew of the silicon. Lei nodded " I have heard of Draco Dra'ghoul, and I know that Lupine Riddle had been released; that is what we have been preparing for. But to find someone who is Draco Dra'ghoul and is the Erbashsari mono is insane."
Everyone got onto their horses Moreru yoma rode with Lei while Kaito held Arran and Demonsong the Chaos Blade while he rode with Kelzer as they made their way to Ash'san'deer,