The golden age never fails to inspire, when magic developed as fast as technology. When heroes were born and died, when monster strength could be compared to demigods, when the famed Khan was born.
In that time even animals were known to be stronger, the legends live on. Now as to why I choses to write on this subject, I have noticed small simarates from back then to now, which could be a sign as to what's to come next.
Back when Khan was just a boy the date 1822 AD of the calendar of Oxen, 1812 CE of the National honorific calendar. Shows organic truth of what's to come —- — —---- —---- —-- —----
That changed everything and caused the great calamity resulting in —--- —-- —--- —- —-------- —--- —--- —---. After the fall of the new legion in 1828 AD, 1818 CE, the world fell into suffering, thousands died, until the death of the elemental Rage in 1844 AD, 1834 CE. which brought the age of light.
Old and tattered manuscript of a book of History written by Hans of the golden spire.
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The story of the outlaw James Curthill, it is a famous bedtime tale. The man who can kill dragons, hunt bears and rob cities. He stole from the rich and gave to his merry band of thugs. Jonny the one man army, his gun could shoot through an elephant from two miles away. Frank the monkey of a man built stronger than a truck, story says he's never lost an arm wrestling match. Jorge the lady killer, he thrives with his silver tongue, he could sweet talk any woman off their feet. Louis, his fast witts can prove beyond the smarts of ten men. And of course James Curthill, the leader and head man of the gang, his skill with the sword showed when he beat ten of the twelve holy knights, when he was capable of pairing the breath of a king golem, magic so powerful it's considered to be able to shoot through a king rank mages barryer. But the biggest feat in the whole tale is when he demolished a heavenly defiant monster, Beyan the eater of souls.
Less known is that this story is real if a little exaggerated, James still lives although a bit old, and he just so happens to be walking into this school, the very one with a sign written in latin.
The sign next to the gate sent memories flowing through his head. "From hell I arrive and to heavens I retrieve the knowledge I desire."
"That line it can't be, who would have thought it, the rumors are true."
James walks through the grand gates, kids walk past giving him odd stares. The trees lining the path guide you to the big main school building. The doors are large and made of expensive metals. A man wearing thick antique sunglasses steps out in front of him.
"Sir, I think I've seen you before, what's your name?" Zengo eagerly asked.
"Never met you." The reply was stern.
Zengo frowns. "Of course not."
"Listen kid I never forget a face, if I knew you then there's probably a reason I forgot."
"Yes we have met, but don't think anything of it." He stepped out of James's way with a grin.
"What a loser." James grumbels under his breath.
He walks through the gigantic doors. A new man almost his height stepped out in front of him.
"What now?" He stammered.
"The principal wants to see you." Leo urges.
Leo said no more and started walking down the hall. His footsteps are silent yet James could sense almost no strength from him. His guess is captain rank two. James starts to follow him step by soundless step. He stops before a door.
"You can go in." The man informs.
He hesitantly opened the door. A voice comes from the inside. "So why did you call me here?" Grant asked.
"That voice." James thought.
"Haa, you arrived, Boss." Saints Hand said with joy.
The red head turned to look at the door in confusion, but as soon as he caught sight of his face he fell to his knees full of tears.
"Boooooosssssseeeeeee!" Grant screamed in excitement.
"Jorge, Jonny? You're alive!" The old giant almost joined Grant on the floor with tears.
"Sorry old friend, we don't go by those names anymore." Saints Hand explained.
"But how, I was sure you two died." James pleads.
"Friend, many of us couldn't have been more sure that you perished." Saints Hand said with wisdom.
"But, but." James couldn't help but stutter with all the tears pouring from his eyes. "Why didn't you try to confirm, I have been searching for you guys for decades?"
"That's where your mistaken old friend, we had no choice." Grant looks at Saints Hand in confusion. "I had no choice, someone has been watching us, looking for you. James, they want you dead, why I have some guesses ."
"We could have just killed them, like in the old days." James stated.
"No, not this time, not them. It's the devil's, signs say they're coming." Saints Hand sighs. "The worshipers must be targeting big threats before they come."
"Devil's?" Grant murmurs.
"Worshipers cant kill me, expressly with you guys."
"Wrong again, there high up, in guilds, heroes, governments, knights, and more. How many men of king and emperor rank can you kill, ten, thirty, how about hundreds of general ranks?"
James eyed Saints in anger. "So by making this school, and gathering the best talents. You plan to confront them."
"That's correct." He pauses to check his watch. "I set up agents all around the country to slowly funnel promising students in. I traveled the globe picking the perfect teachers."
"Then what's with the boy out there."
Saints hand smiles. "He is the same man I remember."
"What do you mean by that?"