This godforsaken world is only a large land mass of different terrains. Everything on the map was also most explored. Except for the deep forests or what seems to be the end of the world, endless water as far as the eye can see.
Cracks are forming showing a hidden city secluded from man. Power that could give enhanced abilities and new creature strangely human only briefly unless you stare too closely.
Arazen sung up on a wall. A once fair skinned boy. What should have been the perfect life suit for king gone like forgotten ruins. Now the body is more akin to dirty rags hangs motionless and barely audible breath.
Arazens overgrown hair hid away his torn-up face. The forced labor toughened up his body giving it shape not that of a child. The foul food scrapes were given as rewards thus, starving was prevalent.
A single man only referred to as Boss. The process of torturing someone brought insurmountable pleasure to him. From the sweet screams of despair, hopeless eyes wanting death, or any cruel options the mind can conjure. He gave sadism meaning an innovator of torture. Never a name or face to put with his behavior.
Such a man was infatuated with Arazen. A boy far from humble beginnings seeing the downfall of his family and death. "Hello! My dear Arazen." cheerfully said boss with the same old sack mask.
Arazen arms hung high up due to the chains while sitting on the ground. Unbearable pain made it hard to breathe, much less speak.
"What's with the silent treatment, what about all the time we spent together." disappointed boss crouched down grabbing Arazen by the chin.
"Aren't you going to be 16 soon?" added boss.
Time seemed irrelevant the passing of the sun gave no indication. Hope was little to none either broken down by the ever-prevalent despair. Counting the days was meaningless for use would they be.
"We been together for years now. Why don't we do throw a party?"
Underneath the happy expression of the boss showed pure malice and cruel mind of the most unusual punishments.
Arazen stared back at Boss's eye between the rough hair showed eyes like that of a wounded beast. He looked longing for sweet release of death.
Boss was annoyed by that lack of reaction.
"I've seen dead bodies react better." Boss joked around.
Arazen was perplexed by the little action Boss had taken. Ever since then each day has been filled with a different torment. Boss continued with the unnerving, sweet talks of torture spiking the spine with chills. Arazen held strong or just simply gave up with emotion.
Was there any point to cry out. Would the pain be stopped. Maybe the end would be given. What's the meaningless struggle for.
"Well, this should perfect for selling." said Boss. Motioned for his henchmen to come in.
"Get him and the rest ready to be sold. The Paladins are coming to pick them up." Whispered Boss.
"Why now after all the pain, will this be any better." Thought Arazen "What's the worth of living. Maybe it'll be better there?"
Arazen wanted to cry out simply unable to.
Among the crowded sorrows. A calm soft voice peered out waking Arazen back up.
"Don't worry I'll help," said the soothing voice. "They'll be here soon."
"More voices have come; I must be going crazy to think I'll be saved."
During the months of capture Arazen was to endure mind numbing torture. Having his spirit broken each time. Until it shattered into pieces unable to renewed.
All the while Ehzra followed her faith's order to its fullest. Given a task it was completed to perfection. It became her identity. Manifestation of the perfect doll and played the part beautifully.
Ezer told grand stories of the wide world and tales of heroes. Those not bound by limitation but free from shackles. From those two years Ezer spearhead propaganda for what.
Out of sense of justice or humility he chose to help a goal driven by the foolhardy and brave unlike. All to tear down a part of a cruel system. Lead by a foolish young man of justice. Ezer let himself to be caught for the good of a small group.
Ezer vagabond child who went to see the true world. The freedom of adventure and a man of guided by the wind of desire and ambition not held down by other people's will. He had semi long brownish gold hair passing the ears that flowed nicely through the wind. Standard body for wanderer being tall and reasonable bulky prepared for anything.
And yet again Ezer laid by the shade of the tree away from the beating sun. Relaxed and carefree, enjoying the moment. Hand thrown back against the head and eye closed.
Ehzra was stiff and ridge while staring blankly at an open sky.
"You never taught me anything. For the past 2 years." asked Ehzra. "Only told stories and useless information."
"Aren't they fun or give you some excitement." replied Ezer relaxing in peer sunlight through the tress.
"What did we talk about." Ezer thought to himself.
"I guess, you're right since I never gave an actually lesson." Added Ezer.
"How about it, asks your questions away." Ezer jumped up stretched and extended an arm out to Ehzra.
Ezer hand was rough unlike before. From mindless pursuit towards his spear. The best weapon for his purpose.
Ehzra immediately was a beautiful young girl with long lustrous brownish gold hair. Tall and slender body with an allure that could pull any man. Under the feminine quality a body honed for the blade and muscles to show for it. Amazing set of armor to accompany that lustrous face.
Her cold and lifeless eyes are still seeking something that even she doesn't know. Now that doll felt that same unknown feeling again around Ezer.
Ezer pulled her up from the ground. Showed the same bright smile. Unable to comprehend these unknown symptoms. She felt dizzy and racing of her heart worsen. The amour was heavier than normal. Something else was weighing her down. Ehzra turned visible worse.
"Are you ok? Is something wrong?" asked Ezer noticeably worried. Tried to grab Ehzra.
Ehzra pushed back Ezer.
"Why." Mumble underneath her breath. The questions were unable to peer out of her mouth.
"Why!" Yelled Ehzra.
As if time had frozen between them and tears enveloped the face of Ehzra. She brought up her wrist to try to wipe it off but to no avail. The sniffling of her nose was filled with empty air. She stood sobbing with no emotion.
The familiarity of the sense of powerlessness enveloped him. Locking him out of words. Indecisiveness further brought him into a trance.
Neither knew the right actions to keep up. Ezer wanted to comfort her. What is the correct response with the information given information. Was there even anything Ezer could do. Questions that encircled his head.
As the ideas of helping came. It was far too late. Ehzra as politely as she came and stayed. Ran in hesitation and hurry.
Final chance to help, Ezer reached out his hand in a futile attempt. Only to give up halfway. Ezer was left standing ashamed of the fact.
As the story between them unfolded. A young man with jet black hair. Pair of circles of glasses watched the outburst of emotion and one's lack thereof.
"My doll has gained emotion, that's not good. Looks like that boy was dangerous after all." Said aloud Clergy ****** "Let's keep an eye on him."
The Clergy was far too young. His black hair showed beautiful eyes that can pull you in. Frail small boy but he had a way with words that made you believe. An immaculate face made any person swoon before him.
During his time as a child traveler. Knowledge of the world was growing, and towns, villages, and kingdoms sprouted from anywhere. While the world was changing, power wasn't given to those with strength but with knowledge. Monster though fearsome and terrifying soon would turn away.
What he sought after was power that vanished with the first deal. Until the bells struck once again and only for his story and history gone for power. He had no malice intent with power until he first had a taste and the sweetness of it was a drug like no other.
Vandal a name that's erased for records of history never to be put to a person. Forgotten by the masses only to be known by him and "I". Truly a fitting name for him. For the action of poor man.
Currently that's unnecessary information since his history was a means to an end. For the better story to shine.
Although Ezer may be ashamed and distraught and head face down. Regrets play with life coming around gripping one down. Neither knew what they felt for each other, but it stabs the heart with a dwelling pain unsatisfied that's continues long after the time.
Ezer chose to comfort the pain with a spear's hardship and left the area a to a hidden place away from peering eyes to greet a kind giant, who also goes by Asher. Also, the leader of the so-called justice group. Who had short black hair and a gorgeous face ruined by scars from battle. Incredible body suited for man of his stature. Stunning Amber colored eyes. Near 30 years of age and who was there during the war against the demons. The mentor to Ezer. A man that went by the name of Nol.
Ehzra saw the influx of new feelings, ignorance caused her to run out uncertainness. Towards the church none other than waiting the Clergy. Eager to help the so-called sick child.
Ezer took up a spear and continued to train. Continued even when his body begged to stop ignoring reason. Even when the body ached and when each movement caused absolute torment. Throughout all of it never left him mind.
"Oh my, what could have happened." His eyes widened and a worried look came upon his face. "Would you care to tell me what happened."
The distress on his face would make you believe.
Ehzra wasn't hesitant nor cautious. Trusted this man with every being.
"f-f-ather, p-please, h-help me. I don't understand!" Cried out Ehzra.
"Calm down Ehzra, you've started to tremble." His soothing voice echoed in the empty church. He grabbed Ehzra by the shoulders and sat her down to stop the shaking.
"Ehzra take deep breaths."
"Now can you tell me what happened."
If you have ever seen the Clergy, you would have believed he was gods helper. This has solidified the fact to Ehzra that her father could do no wrong.
He guided her with false words of wisdom. Leading her long, but his sweet words sounded so nice.
"Are you feeling better now."
"Now let us pray together."
Thus began the finally. As Ehzra put her hands together and began to pray. Those sweet words took their grasp, and their words flew around until they fell upon Ehzra. The true nature of the fake words unveiled its actual desire.
"Forgot the past. Those unnecessary feelings make you weak. They hold you down. Let go and live for me. Give your everything to me. Now forget about him.
His words pierced her heart. She wanted to fight back against those lies. Yet those same words constricted her being. Until it managed to draw in and take her whole.
As she opened her eyes. The eyes that were finally getting the taste of life and thawing out the bitter cold. Changed back in a harsher way akin to a lifeless husk and the cruel winters.
Gone away a chance for the doll. Only to be snatched away. With a nasty grin a now pleased Clergy had his toy back.
The string of fate played its tune for these people as the pieces fell. Until everything comes together for the perfect story to bloom.