Green lightning sparkling around the clouds. Storm stirring up. This is the first time that it has happened. A destructive storm is approaching. Especially when such lightning is that of a strange beginning. It begins as a storm slowly turning into a whirlwind of tornadoes striking all in their path.
Not before long a large distant platform slowly crashed down. With flaming explosion sizes of mountains being erupted.
As this happened the waves also began to rise and the tectonic plates collided. The earthquakes all throughout the lands, making buildings crumble. In a way you could say the world is at a state of anarchy.
Yet this is all just the beginning of the eternal suffering that is about to begin. This wouldn't even be the pinnacle of what's to come.
Many people died due to the explosion. A far city near the coast has their town destroyed and others all around the globe as well.
However this little town seemed unfazed by it. Yet still something mysterious appeared.
A large forest spanning the entire coastline of the western coast . There within was a giant tree that had grown amidst this chaos. It grows and spires slowly across the world. Its branching covers the world.
The sky's still visible. However everywhere you go you could still see the bark of this giant tree. There stood a young boy, who looked no older than sixteen.
His body is damaged which seems like he has fallen in front of the sky. That can be clearly seen by all the burn marks surrounding his body.
His hair of an ashen seemed to be from the flames that were generated as he dropped from the sky.
He slowly walked towards a giant tree, slowly putting his blooded finger on it. As he dragged his hand down. Creating a large handmar.... No, not really a rune sign to be exact.
He then took his last look at the surroundings before falling asleep.
................
He has awoken again right under the tree that has ever expanded its surroundings into a forest. He stood up after that short nap, still feeling sore and tired. Completely forgotten what happened the day prior.
The forest that he has created truly confused him. As all he remembers from the past was him slumbering upon the large tree.
Upon there stood a broken shard of a blade, carved with the name Hytham. This as well was carved near the runed of the large glowing tree. As well as the ever expanding mist of the now created forest.
Hytham remembered a little bit of his name. Due to the shard of the blade, well maybe his name.
Hytham, struggling to walk, as he is quite crippled, slowly walked towards the forest. As an attempt to leave it.
He slowly limped outside of the forest, with a trail of blood behind him. Afterall all that is in his brain is Survival.
Despite the rest he had under the tree his body is still strained and he collapsed the moment he exited the forest.
He woke up again, seeing a man dressed in a cleric-like attire .
The cleric said " Izeisajh, Seziah frirezen naui."
Which seems to Hytham to be runic language, something he is proficient in but however he doesn't understand such runes the man is spouting.
He straightened up and slowly opened his eyes, as he jolted forward question " Where am I"
The cleric's surprise said " Oh you're awake now."
Well in Hythams ear the tone doesn't really sound surprising, it sounds more like fear?
The cleric then said " It's a surprise how your breathing even now, the burn marks on you is surreal, even one of the most distinguishable fire spells didn't work"
Confused, Hytham asked, " Fire spell?" Not knowing what it was at all.
Cleric continued, " Do you not know what magic is?"
Hytham asked ,"magic? What is that?"
Hytham is continuously confused, as the word becomes even more confused at his surroundings, the room as well as the facilities . To him it looks rundown. Shitty room. It even smells like shit. But he didn't act any differently.
Hytham then looked around at his right arm covered under the white blanket. His hand appeared to have a rune on it slowly absorbing the flames inside. He would know what this rune is after, he made it himself.
A flame absorbs rune.
Before long the cleric looked at his defocus and lightly coughed to regain Hytham's attention.
" Well apologies for the miss introduction, my name is Azelf, a cleric and doctor of the far eastern country, I was escaping from the great disaster starting in the east and stumbled upon you in the forest with the mist." Azelf said. He followed with " There i saw the flaming injury, an unknown one not that i know how to cure so i bring you here and attempt to heal you here and you "
Hytham didn't reply to the message, instead just nodded as a sign of listening as well as respect.
Hytham, hearing the question then said " Well, thanks, My name is Hytham, L[System name not found], I am from [SYSTEM ERROR]." It seems to him and everyone else that nothing is being heated and coming out of my mouth.
" Well nice to meet you then Hytham '' Sad Azelf. Holding out a hand for a hand shake.
" Like wise" replied Hytham, holding out his left hand instead of his right. Obviously hiding something.
Azelf confused, switched hands and shook hands following Hytham.
Which is super confusing.
Azelf then excused himself and left the hospital room.
Hytham bolted up looking around the surroundings yet again. He spotted a wooden door with a prison-like structure, a white bed in the corner. A small wooden shelf to the right of the bed. This is just a plain room. Further descriptions show the room is empty with no windows. Nothing of importance. However he did spot a small blade. Another shard of the blade that in some way fit the current shard he is holding in his hand. This shard is smaller however it is of the same width.
This blade also has the same glow as the current shard he is holding as well as a similar groove to the previous. Which seems to be a curved blade to him. As both shards of such a blade only contain one sharp edge and a dull thick edge.
Hytham grabbed the blade and compared and contrasted it with the current shard he is holding. Which started glowing.
Within a second the shard of the blade combined together and some weird mark appeared.
The mark is familiar to Hytham yet he still doesn't understand it. As it is incomplete.
There and then Azelf entered back into the room. Quite shocking for Hytham.
Azelf entered shocked as well, seeing that the burn marks on Hytham have disappeared.
Well not particularly missing. However it is more like returning to an origin point. This origin point is marked on his hand. The very same he was hiding from Azelf.
Hytham then broke the silence by saying " Uhh well, im pretty set, and working kind of fine. Would you help me in exploring this place that I have stumbled in."
Azelf, still shocked, replied " Y-Yeah sure." "Head this way then"
Hytham walked over and started following Azelf.
He then realized he wasn't in a clinic or a hospital room. Instead the building is shaped like a tavern and an inn.
He realized many people. He couldn't really say people, they don't look like him.
Yes these beings are Humanoid, however it does not at all closely resemble Himself. As well as Azelf.
He himself also can tell a difference between him and Azelf.
Of course within this tavern there are also multiple people who look the same as Azelf. Well the majority of the people do anyways. This of course includes the workers.
However one trait each and every one of them share is:
A murderous Stare
Each of these stares, aiming right at him. Right at Hytham.
Not before long you can sense that these blades are being drawn. Well sense is an exaggeration. Hytham knows weapons are being drawn. It feels like an innate thing within him.
Before long a blade has been thrown right at him. A knife, a throwing knife no bigger than 30 cm was thrown. Right at his head.
Instinctively Hytham dodged the blade and it landed at a wooden post in the wall.
The direction it was thrown, corner of the tavern, was thrown by a large bulk man with gray skin. Not particularly gray skin. More rockish and solidish.
This large rock person?; is holding nothing really, which makes him unable to be the one to throw the dagger.
Which makes it seem to be the hooded person beside him.
There a few more blades appeared. This time they are spectrals blades sending it straight at Hytham.
Which Azelf shielded Hytham from. This is as Azelf uncloaks himself. Using a tower shield with a strange emblem on it. This of course shocked everyone in the tavern.
There the hooded man uncloaks his hood and says " Ahh you must be Azelf, of the Primeval Sanguines guild. We had intel you will be here, just not with this guest."
Azelf replied " Oh so you heard of me, welp no bother learning your name you're going to die anyways."
Azelf engaged in battle, however instead the golem step forward and blasted him right out of the tavern. Of course Azelf is unscathed, due to him using his tower shield to remove momentum.
Hytham is confused and finds himself in front of the same man that casted the spectral blade. Well not really man, this person has cat-like ears on him.
He dashed towards Hytham, trying to cut him with his dagger.
This however doesn't end well as a rune appears right in front of Hytham as he tries to catch the blade with his right hand.
In which a wave of green flames engulf this man. However not before long this man has fated to the dust.
A few meters away Azelf casted a flaming javelin spell. And have burnt the golem to death.
Azelf returned to Hytham seeing him unscathed, curious and asked " Well how did you handle this person."
Hytham Replied " I have no idea myself, i just hold my hand up and a wave of green flame engulf him. However, I believe he escaped."
Azelf muttered " Green flame, the same burning him?"
Ofocurse Hytham did not hear this and asked " should we apologize for wrecking a side of his wall?"