Dawn Of The Shadows - Part 1

Prologue

The long-awaited day of graduation had finally dawned. The air was filled with anticipation as the new cohort of warriors entered the halls. All eyes were fixed upon them, For today marked not only a celebration but a transformation: from this moment onwards, they were no longer pupils but warriors.

The halls of the elders' council were decorated in gold. The room was filled with guests from all over the two kingdoms of Akeshia, Otos and Viltarin. They were seated facing the statues of Emris and Draven the founders of magic. The statues stood as magnificent, colossal monuments crafted from marble and adorned with gold embellishments, their very presence was daunting. Even the mere sight of them was considered holy. Positioned directly before these awe-inspiring figures was the grand high table, its surface adorned with an array of exquisite flowers and captivating treasures. Only those deemed the title of archmage were permitted to be seated. Their presence exuded an aura of prestige and authority, infusing the room with a potent mixture of tension and excitement.

The grandmaster of magic Arenium entered the room, she glistened in golden attire, and her silver hair complemented the medieval crown she wore. The crown had once belonged to Emris, the deity of the mages herself. She sat upon her gold throne, and her gaze fell upon the crowd forcing them into silence. It is rumored that a glare from her could curse your entire bloodline , as she was known to be the most potent mage for generations. Her features were sharp and precise, she was elegant yet intimidating. She often compared to the statue of Emris since they posses the similar aura. To her right was her second in command, the slayer of all demons, Kraizen the third. He was undoubtedly the most ruthless hunter of his generation. No one who had felt the wrath of his axe ever survived to tell the tale.

Upon the grand high table stood the formidable figures: Lorillis, the lady huntress of Otos; Merikh, headmistress of the academia of chaos; Esmeray, archmage of sorcery; Roden, the grand duke and headmaster of the hunters of Viltarin; and Corvina, his youngest disciple, poised before their designated seats. The new graduates couldn't help but feel tension, for they had never witnessed such power gathered in a single chamber.

"Now my dear hunters and mages, from Otos and Viltarin take your seats. May we begin the ceremony in witness of our founders" Thus with words of great Arneium the ceremony commenced.

All of their ceremonies started with the tale, the tale of the fallen cruel king. A choir, all dressed in golden gowns appeared in front of the high table, and they began to sing the ballad of the "Dawn of the Shadows."

Hear the cries of woe,

For the cruel king has ruined us all.

The echoes of our ancestors' tales

Resonate through the battlefield's thrall.

Listen, young ones, heed the call,

The saga unfolds, the truth is told.

There once was a prince of riches galore,

Yet darkness consumed his very soul.

Peace disrupted, hence he sold us all,

To the malevolent seven who feast on souls.

Beware of Aieda, feasting on fear,

Its wine of misery binds you near.

Gula, the flesh eater, lurking in the forest's sphere,

May you evade its deadly leer.

Lustress, her heart veiled in deceit,

Dwells amidst the forest's retreat.

Zorn and Mammon, brothers sly and discreet,