Abatral Lore - History of Men: Lumir and the Aidis

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Happy Monday everyone!!

Hope you all are doing awesome.

(Snapped this one a couple weeks ago)

If you've been following me for the past two posts then you know that I've been updating you on my story progress and have been starting to reveal to you some of the Ancient Lore of Mankind.  Remember, the lore is just the bare minimum, and are not the complete stories.  I plan on going back to eventually use these pieces of lore to write short stories.


So before we get into the Lore, here is my story update:

I did reach 83 pages last time I posted.  However, I made the unfortunate realization that the last five pages really don't add or take away from the story.  It actually takes the story in a completely different direction.  So I'm gonna have to go back and cut it.  I'm pretty sure I'll be able to regain my number of 83 pages and hopefully by the end of the day I'll be soaring above 100 pages.

Alright.  Before we get into the lore, I encourage you to read on past the excerpt from what I wrote.  Kinda like a stayed tuned thing.  Haha.  I'll be giving you a movie or TV show recommendation after the excerpt.

So here we go.  If you didn't read yesterday's post, check it out here.

With out further ado, here is the lore for today:

(Love this picture of my Woods)

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The Rise of the Aidis

Several years later, Lumir spoke with Kyyja, seeking to fix Mankind and Kyyja.  Kyyja agreed to meet Lumir in the Playing Fields.  When Lumir arrived, Kyyja used her powers to confine Lumir.  Kyyja then brought Lumir before her Dark Lord, the Dark Entity that had corrupted her.  The Ancient Dark Entity began corrupting Lumir’s Pure Light Spirit.  Lumir began to feel his Spirit going dark.  When only a glimmer of Light was left, Lumir called out the sacred name of the Lord Viius.

The Lord Viius appeared in an instant, making the Dark Entity flee before him.  It screeched horribly as it fled the Realm.  Kyyja became terrified and fled as well, fearing what Viius would do to her.  Viius then freed Lumir, and brought him back to the surface.

Viius explained to Lumir that when the Universe was created, one of the Seven Original Creations (the Kandryls) introduced doubt and fear to the Realms.  Viius explained that the Dark Entity was referred to as the Bos Tumma, forsaking his holy name.  Viius then said that he gave the choice to all of creation on whether they would follow him or the later, Bos Tumma.

(I haven't really decided if this one is to be Bos Tumma or if it is Lunar)

Viius then told Lumir that he was leaving for the Eternal Realm and would not return, closing the portal to the Eternal Realm to all but three.  This was because darkness had come to the world, and though Viius loved his creation, he knew that if beings corrupted by Darkness stood in the presence of a Being made of Pure Light, they would disintegrate when they looked upon his true form.

As Viius prepared to leave, Lumir begged Viius to take the darkness from his soul.  Viius warned that magic can neither be created nor destroyed, meaning that the darkness he took from Lumir would have to go somewhere.  He also warned that this kind of magic would come at a great price.  Lumir wanted to know the details, as he was wise.

Viius told Lumir that Lumir’s soul would be split in two, Bos and Dor; the Dark and the Light.  But Lumir would no longer be able to manifest a physical form, and that Lumir would have to place his spirit inside a host of a sentient-humanoid, swearing to bring balance and be the voice of Viius in the Realm.

(Vikus and Magic)

Then Viius warned of another price that came with the deal; that Lumir’s Dark Spirit, named Lunar, would be imprisoned on a newly created moon that never sets.  He warned that Lunar would be released every four thousand years to unleash his evil on the Realm, and that if he succeeded in defeating Lumir, the Realm would be covered in three thousand years of Darkness.

This was the price…and Lumir accepted.

Viius pulled the Darkness out of Lumir, creating Lunar.  Viius then banished Lunar onto a newly created moon.  Viius then increased Lumir’s Pure Light Powers tenfold.  Lumir was told about the Vikken State and the passing of his Spirit.  Lumir then was told he was to first lead Mankind to unity.  Viius then embedded Lumir’s Spirit into a newborn child of a lowly human tribe, near the southern part of the Great Lake.


Abda’s Birth and Calling

The child’s name was Abda, and he was the first Aidis.  Abda at a young age had visions, given to him by Viius.  He was also trained in hand-to-hand combat, as all members of his tribe were.  He was told and taught the stories of old, and became very inquisitive with them, desiring to know more.

At the age of fourteen, Abda began to realize he had the ability to use Vikus, the magical property that connected all living things together and flowed from Viius.  However, Abda’s curiosity with his powers made him accidently burn down his entire village, killing many including his Chief.  Abda became terrified of the consequences, and before anyone could do anything to him, he fled to the Northwest in self-exile.  He learned to live off the land early on.  Eventually he ended up in Elvish Lands.

(This is what Abda will eventually become)

The Elves, being a peaceful people and wanting to keep the balance, took Abda to their capital, Shilvé, which was still under construction.  The Elves, being deeply connected to Vikus and being very wise, taught Abda how to use his powers.  They trained him well and eventually he learned how to use the Vikken State.  Abda then had a vision from Viius.

In his vison, Viius told Abda that the time had come to return to the land of Mankind, and unite them, fulfilling the destiny of all Aidis’.  Abda was at first fearful.  Viius comforted Abda, saying that much has changed in the Land of Man.  He explained that eight kingdoms had risen, uniting the various tribes.  He also told Abda that no matter where he went or what he faced, that he would go before Abda.  So Abda accepted and began his journey back to the Land of Man.

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So from this lore we learned a few things.  How the dark creature Lunar was created from Lumir, and how Lunar would return every four thousand years.  We also learned why the God Viius left the Mortal Realm into his Eternal Realm in order to protect his creation from being obliterated when they looked upon him.  We learned a little about Vikus and the magic of the world.  Finally we were introduced to the man named Abda, who was the first of the Aidis.  My next post will be about Abda and his journey to unite mankind into one Confederation of Kingdoms.

(A shadow Dragon)

So as promised, here is my Movie recommendation for today:

If you haven't seen it already, go and check out Guardians of the Galaxy 2.  It was a great movie and has been out for some time now.  It had a lot of funny parts and was able to throw in a lot of emotional parts as well.  Overall it was surprisingly good writing.  But it's Marvel, so how couldn't it have been. haha.

Don't forget to come back tomorrow and see what will become of Abda, the First Aidis.

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Abatral Lore - History of Men: In the Beginning

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Alrighty :D

Just as I promised, I am going to start sharing with you the lore of the World that I've created.

All of this Lore is canon now and I will probably go back and write some short stories based on this lore.

(Potential Series Cover?)

I thought it was kind of funny because I wanted to say that these short stories that I write will actually be books that are referenced in the big stories that I will right, like the Illum story I am working on right now.

The best part about World Building is that when I get writers block and can take a break from my story and work on another one.  And if I force myself to write only short stories, then that means I will still be writing, which is always important for a writer to do.

(Some Okred Swords)

Ok, so before I get into the lore, I'm gonna give you an update on my story.  I'm currently at 83 pages with 21, 560 words!!! Holy crap.  I did all of that in the course of a little over a week.  The story is going great, and I just hit chapter 9.  The next chapter is the full explosion into the rising action.  It's gonna be epic :D

Anyway, here is the first part of the story of Humanity in my Fantasy World.

Enjoy:

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Creation:

At the center of the main continent, the creator God Viius walked.  He stood upon the banks of the Great Lake.  Viius reached down and grabbed some dirt.  He formed the dirt into a shape.  He made the shape in his image.  He breathed his breath of life into the nostrils of the creature, allowing part of his spirit to reside inside of it.

The creature shook the dust off and looked up at the Lord.  Viius then called the creature Man.  The Lord set Man aside from all other creatures, even the Dragons.  He increased the population of man by his power, making male and female.  He told them to be fruitful and multiply.

(Map of the Kingdom of Man - Lake Abda was once just called the Great Lake)

Mankind began to grow under the care of Lord Viius and his Angels.  Mankind spread across the land, only stopping at the mountain and water borders.  Great bridges were constructed.  Small family groups began to join together to form small tribes.  When Viius saw his perfection prospering he went on to create other sentient-humanoid creatures, such as the Elves, Dwarves, and Saphids.

There were many human tribes in those days, numbering in the thousands.  Groups of five tribes were instructed by a single Angel.  The different tribes of Man began to work together within their groups of five, due to a common leadership and culture.

The Fall of Kyyja:

During this time the Goddess Kyyja came to the Playing Fields.  She became corrupted by an Ancient Dark Entity that dwelled deep within a cave.  Kyyja became lustful and rebellious.  She grew to hate Mankind.  She saw them as a way to replace the dragons, as she was a Dark Dragon Lord.  This made her even hate the Lord Viius.

As Dragon Lords have the ability to morph into any intelligent creature, Kyyja morphed into a beautiful woman.  She made Mankind lust for her, causing Mankind to fall into sin and stop listening to the Angels.

(Pantheon)

Kyyja hoped to make Mankind fall from grace to the point that Viius would have no choice but to destroy them.  So she sent her lesser servants out to corrupt the teachings of the Angels, even convincing Mankind to drive the Angels away.  Kyyja made her servants teach Mankind about war and bloodlust.

Kyyja went to her father, Ducorrbus (the Fire Dragon Lord and God of Fire and War), and tricked him into sending his servants to teach mankind how to fight wars and use fire.  Mankind’s sin only grew because of this.

(Fire Dragon)

Then Kyyja approached her sister, Libris (a Phoenix and Goddess of Wisdom and Inventions).  Kyyja tricked Libris into releasing her servants to teach Mankind how to make weapons.  Mankind soon became masters of creating bronze weapons.  Again, Mankind’s bloodlust only increased.  When both Libris and Ducorrbus saw what they had a part in, they immediately recalled their servants, but the damage was already done.

Mankind continued to slaughter one another.  Ducorrbus then sent his nephew, Lumir to confront Kyyja, as Lumir was an Angelic Being, and the God of Light and Hope.  Lumir confronted Kyyja when she was teaching Mankind in her form as the beautiful woman.  Lumir used his powers to expose Kyyja for what she was – a Dark Dragon.

This terrified Mankind because they had never seen a Dragon, let alone a Dark Dragon, before.  Word of this spread like wildfire among Mankind, especially in the area around what was called the Playing Fields.  However, by the time word reached the area around the Great Lake, the Story had gotten confused and lost.  Mankind on the other side of the Great Lake were vile and blood thirsty.  The fighting continued and soon Mankind would forget why they were fighting in the first place.

(This guy will be mentioned in the next Blog Post!!)

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Well, there is the beginning of Mankind in my world.  The Creation of Man by the God Viius, along with the corruption of the Dark Dragon Deity known as Kyyja.  I even go into detail of how small groups of people start coming together to make small tribes.  I make small mention of Viius creating other humanoids such as the Elves, Okreds, and Saphids.  I make reference to Lumir, the Deity of Light and Hope.  That's one that you should remember.  I end by saying how Mankind is divided and how the tribes are constantly fighting each other.


Tomorrow I will go on to the next thing that happened with mankind.  It is highly connected to the deity Lumir, so it's good to know this added context.

Until Next Time

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Gosh it's been forever! 

A lot has happened since my last post. 

I created a ton of lore for my world -- Check out my map stuff here

(Armor of the Clans across the Kingdom of Abatral)

There are tons of new short story possibilities that distracted me from the writing of my true story about Illum.

However, thanks to a long conversation with one of my Professional Writing buddies, I decided to scrap the five chapters I had written for my story and start over...

(Enochai Royal Guard - Human Kingdom of Abatral Royal Guard, with their Shield and Sword)

Yup.  HAHAHA.  I scrapped them all.  That would be 38 pages, and 14, 256 Words.  I scrapped 'em all. 

The best part was my buddy gave me a new directions.  So now the story starts three years after the second chapter of what I had cut.  The best part is now there are real conflicts, and a whole lot more of Character Development, which I love to see.

(Ser Roland in Book 1 - Captain of the Royal Guard)

The day that I cut all that stuff (NOT DELETED -- I have a file on my computer that basically has all my scrapped material -- funny cause I've used some of that scrapped material in what I'm writing now) was last Saturday.  After I cut all of it, I got to it.  By the end of the day I was back up to 34 pages, and a little over 12 thousand words.  That's crazy!  The next day, I wrote 14 more pages, which means I wrote more in two days than I wrote in an entire year!! :)

(Ser Roland by Book 3, as the Lord of the Military and Grand General of the Army)

Now I'm on my new Chapter 5, with 58 pages and 15, 486 words.  That is crazy!!  And I am still on a spree for this.  I keep on wanting to write, which is awesome.  The story is really taking off and I'm super siked to see where it will go!

My next couple blog post will be about the lore that I've been working.  This means that anything before now is considered Non-Canon in regards to the lore.  There may be updated stuff, but mostly it is some new stuff.  So stay up to date with my new lore things. 

(Kris Dirk of Gattag, Black Hand Agent)

The new pictures on here are drawn by me and will be used in the story I currently am writing. 


Below is the opening to the first chapter of my story. 

Hope you enjoy:

It had been three years since I left home.  Three years since I walked through those golden gates of the Royal Palace.  Three years.

Within those years, I’ve gained friends.  I’ve lost friends; and I’ve parted with friends.  The only one who remained true was my teacher, my mentor.  The only father figure that I had after mine was killed several years ago.  Yarmik.

I was only brought to the Palace to play songs for the King, to ease his troubled mind.  But I’ve become so much more.  My old teacher and the Chief Diplomat to the King, Olbridge, taught me the art of diplomacy, as well as how to read and write.  My closest friend, Prince Maollan, along with the Captain of his Royal Guard, Ser Roland, have improved upon my sword and fighting skills over the years.  But nothing, not even the superior training that Yarmik had given me, could have prepared me for what was about to come. 

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Loud thumps echoed clearly throughout the hall, as Yarmik and myself headed to that chamber that reeked of death.  I looked over at Yarmik, his scarlet robes rippling as he continued at his hasty pace.  His face was expressionless, and his cold blue pupils were as piercing as the blade that had left the scar next to his right eye.  His neatly trimmed military style dark brown hair was spikey and on point. 

I came to a stop as we stood in front of the neatly gemmed and decorated door.   Despite its appearance, the sickening smell of rotting corpses flowed from the chamber door.  It was time. 

Yarmik looked at me and gave a slight smile before moving towards the door and opening it.  Yarmik walked into the dimly lit room, and I followed.  The smell of death hit me like a brick.  Despite being in this chamber for three years, I never got used to the smell.  But today was different.  

There in the far-right corner, next to the only candles that lit the dark room, stood King Yurid of Abatral.  Growing up in the Bruqon Province, I remember idolizing his majesty.  After all, he was the Slayer of the Ten-Thousand Bandits, during Hellion’s War.   He saved my home from the pillaging and destruction caused by those blood-thirsty villains.  But now, the King was nothing more than a shell of his former self. 

His wife and daughter were dead. 

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New Chapter 1 and intro to Chapter 2

Tell me what ya think.
Let me know if you think it flows alright into chapter 2 since it is a couple years after the events of chapter 1.

Have an awesome day!

Chapter 1

Illum - Protagonist



I knew what I had to do.  I gripped the sword in my hand jumped onto the back of one of the saddled-up horses, swiftly maneuvering him around.  I moved him at a gallop, rapidly leaving the protection of Bruqon Castle, and entering the shadowy woods.
They had killed him.  They had killed my only brother.  The Yu Vong Bandits.
No one seemed to care.  No one did anything when he and the other Knights of Bruqon were killed.  The Yu Vong came out of nowhere.  They ambushed him and his patrol.  They mutilated their bodies.
Yet, no one did anything!
Even my own father, who was a knight – a war hero none the less – did nothing to avenge my brother’s death.  No, I had to do this for my brother!
I clinched the sword in my right hand, remembering all that my father, brother, and my best friend had taught me.  All I could feel was blind rage towards the Yu Vong.  My hands were shaking with anger, almost making me drop the blade.
All I could think of was my brother, Jason.  He and my best friend Perseus Bruqon were the only two people in this world that I cared about.  I refused to let another one that I cared about be killed.
I moved the horse along even faster.  I had overheard some of the Knights of Bruqon giving a report to Lord Laehan Bruqon that the Yu Vong were holed up in an abandoned outpost near Cedarville.  I knew exactly where that was because Jason and Perseus had trained me in sword combat there.  Another disgraceful thing that the Yu Vong committed!
I moved my horse faster down the old path through the woods, passing the road to Cedarville.  The outpost was coming up quickly.  I was almost there.  Almost ready to avenge my brother’s death!
Then something hard hit me from the left, knocking me clean off my horse and onto the ground.  The wind got knocked out of me and I looked up dazed as someone stood over me.  With my vision blurred, I couldn’t make out who it was.  Surely it was the Yu Vong!
I desperately made a mad grab for my sword, which had flown out of my hand and landed a few feet away from me.  But the figure moved swiftly, grabbing both my arms and placing his knee on my chest, pinning me down.  I struggled to defend myself, to hit the figure.  But I couldn’t move.
Then, when I least expected it, I heard the figure hiss, “Illum stop!”
I stopped moving, thinking that it was my brother’s voice.  Could Jason still be alive?
My vision came back and I looked up and saw, much to my gloom, that it wasn’t Jason.  Jason was dead…and he was never coming back.
The figure who stood over me was Perseus.  Of course it was Percy.

Perseus Bruqon - Percy - Main Character


I stared up at him, tears filling my eyes.  Much to my shame, I directed my anger at him, my only friend.  I roared, “Let go of me, Percy!  I have to do this.  I have to kill them.  They killed Jason.  Let me go.”
“No damn it,” Percy yelled shaking me.  Percy’s voiced softened, “No.  You’re suicidal if you think that you can kill all those bandits.  Listen to me Illum.  Look at me in the eyes and listen to me!”
With tears leaking from my eyes, I looked up at Percy.  His woeful brown eyes looked back into my own.  The wind was blowing enough to make his wavy chestnut brown hair jump around on his head.
“Jason was my friend, Illum,” Percy cried.  “I want revenge just as bad, but you can’t just jump into a fight without thinking of the consequences.  Killing people is not what it is all cracked up to be.  You shouldn’t rush into dealing out death.”
“It isn’t revenge, Percy!”
“Then what is it Illum,” he yelled.  “Do you really think this is some self-righteous cause to bring your brother back?  Jason is dead,” Percy mournfully growled, “and nothing can bring him back Illum!  Don’t throw away your life for nothing.”
“Get off me,” I roared.  “I have to do this.  I have to…”
Percy stared into my eyes as if he was trying to read my mind.  I could see tears beginning to form behind his woeful eyes.  He whispered, “I can’t lose you too.”
My eyes locked onto his, as a tear slowly rolled down his cheek.  Percy was the only friend that I listened to but this time…this time it was different.  This was about my brother.  I had to do something.
So I begged, “Then help me kill them.  You all have taught me how to fight.  I know what to do.  Help me kill them. There were only a few of them who survived their attack.  We could take them together.”
Percy didn’t say anything.  He just shook his head, trying to hold back his tears.
“Percy, please.  This isn’t for me.  This is for my brother.  This is for Jason.”
“You’re talking about killing people, Illum.”
“These bandits are just going to keep coming back.  They are going to keep killing more and more people.  When does it stop Percy?  When does it stop?”
Percy sighed and gave up, “You do exactly as I say.”
Percy let go of me and stood up straight.  He pulled me up from the ground and said, “Pick up your sword and let’s go.”
I grabbed my blade and started to get back on my horse, but Percy pushed me away from it saying, “They’ll see us coming.  We stick to the trees.”
I nodded and followed Percy.  We moved swiftly through the woods and stopped once the old outpost was in our sight.  Percy instructed me to climb a tree and he followed me up.
“How many bandits do you see,” He asked.
I looked over the edge of the tree and began seeing a couple of the bandits.  I saw five heavy set men, wearing very light armor, covered in fur.  They each had a deadly blade.  Then I saw a very tall, muscular man walk out from a tent, with a large ax strapped onto his back.  He was wearing iron armor that had scarlet-red stains on it.
Then I looked over at Percy and whispered, “I count six.”
“Eight,” Percy replied, pointing out two archers that were sitting next to the balcony of the outpost.  “I’ll take out the archers.  You run across this branch and jump down to the balcony.  They’ll come for you, so remember your basics.  Use your defensive stances and you’ll be able to push them back.”
Percy skillfully pulled out his bow and drew an arrow.  He was, after all, one of the best bowmen in the entire Bruqon Province since he was trained by the Elves, the best archers in the Realm.
Percy then nodded at me and ordered, “Go.”
I held my sword to my side and began quickly walking on the sturdy branch. I gripped my sword as I got to the edge of the branch.  I took a deep breath, and jumped.
The balcony to the outpost was only a couple feet down, so it didn’t hurt that bad when I landed on my feet.  The archer who was standing nearby stared at me, looking rather surprised.  He drew his dagger and began to charge at me, but a deadly song screeched and whistled through the air, as an arrow pierced the Yu Vong Archer’s neck.  The archer painfully reached for his wound, choking as he fell to his knees, with red fluid covering his neck and hands.  The bandit rolled over onto his side, making a last gasp for air.
Watching the archer die both terrified me and made me want to fight all the more.  I tightened my grip on my sword and ran down the balcony towards the bandits.  I noticed that the other archer had been killed by another one of Percy’s arrows, as he had fallen clear off the balcony onto the ground, alerting the other bandits to my presence.
I raised my sword as I charged forward.  The closest of the Yu Vong Bandits attacked me.  He swung his sword and brought it down hard onto mine.  I remained in a defensive stance and managed to parry his blow, making a deadly scream of metal against metal.  I swung up and down, left and right, deflecting every attack that the Bandit threw at me.  Jason and Percy had taught me well.
As the deadly dance continued, I started to notice some of the bandit’s weaknesses.  He had the slightest hesitation in his left arm, probably some old battle wound, and every time he swung his sword it was with all his might.  If he kept it up he would tire himself.  However, I also noticed that two of the other bandits were closing in on me.  If I fought against three, just as Percy had warned, I wouldn’t stand a chance.
Then I saw my opportune chance.  The bandit I was fighting with swung hard from the left, his weak left arm leading the strike.  I started to duck closer to the ground, swinging my sword with all my might from my left.  I could feel the bandit’s sword swoosh right above my head, hearing the menacing piece of metal singing its shrill song.
As the bandit’s sword crossed past my head, I continued my attack, standing back up and performing an uppercut.  My sword cut through the weak fur armor that the bandit was wearing, delivering a devastating blow to the bandit’s chest, causing him to roar in pain.
I brought my sword around and pulled it in close to my chest.  I roared in blood-lust as I thrusted my blade forward into the bandit’s exposed chest, which made a disgusting squishing noise.  Blood almost immediately began to drool out of the wound.  I wanted to look the bandit in the eyes.  I wanted to see him die for all that he and his people did to my brother!
Clenching my teeth in anger, I looked up glaring; but as my eyes met his, my mouth dropped and all I felt was shame.  What had I done?
I had killed someone.  I was no better than they were.  In that moment, where my eyes were deadlocked with the bandit’s, I was petrified.  I couldn’t look away.  All I could see was fear in his eyes.  I felt sick to my stomach.  I realized that this was a mistake.  I didn’t want to do this anymore.
The only thing that brought me out of my trance was Percy screaming, “Illum move!”
My vision came back and I saw that the two bandits had reached me.  They were preparing to swing their swords to kill me.  I tried to pull my sword out of the dying bandit’s chest, but it wouldn’t budge.
“MOVE,” Percy screamed.
I let go of my swords hilt and rolled backward.  I watched as the two bandit’s swords cut into the dying bandit’s body and cut him clean in half.
I gasped and watched in horror as the body parts fell to the ground.  I was terrified.  I didn’t know what to do as I lay there on the ground.  The bandits charged me, roaring in rage.
However, two nicely placed arrows tore into their chests, bringing them to their knees.  They began to stand back up, clinging to their swords, but they were each hit by another arrow.  They flopped to the ground, with a sickening smack.
I pulled at my hair anxiously.  My hands were shaking as I started to breathe rapidly.  I needed to get out of here.  This was too much for me.  I was no warrior.
Then I heard a stomping sound.  I looked to my right and saw Percy running towards me.
“You alright,” he asked as he knelt down next to me, placing his hand on my shoulder.
In probably the most truthful moment I had with anyone, I shook my head no.
“I warned you,” Percy yelled.  “But we can’t turn back now.  We have to stop them here, or they will get more bandits and chase us.  Pick up your sword and fight.”
I still couldn’t move.  I just shook my head at Percy, barely making out the words, “I can’t.  I can’t do this Percy.”
“Pick up your sword and fight Illum,” Percy shouted.
I took a deep breath and finally stood up, shaking as I walked forward.  I found my sword still sticking out of the chest of the bandit who was sliced in two.  I stared horrified at the dead bandit’s terrified face that was sprinkled with blood.
“Pull it out,” Percy yelled as two more bandits charged at us.
I nodded and gripped the hilt of my sword.  Shakily, I pulled my blade out of the chest, revealing its blood covered blade.  I closed my eyes and took a step back as the sound of flesh being torn from inside the man’s body gruesomely echoed in my ears.  I almost vomited.
“Hold it together Illum,” Percy yelled.  “We can do this together!”
Percy shouldered his bow and pulled out his sword.
“Back to back, just like we practiced,” Percy ordered.
I followed Percy’s lead.  Feeling his back up against mine gave me some level of comfort, knowing that he was standing with me.  That he wouldn’t leave my side.
But hearing the bandit’s approaching us, screaming war cries, I slowly became terrified.  I didn’t want to die, but I didn’t want to kill either.  The man who I had killed had been mutilated, just like Jason had been.  I was no better than the Yu Vong.
“Steady Illum,” Percy whispered softly.  His voice seemed to calm my mind somehow.  “Steady.”
I took a deep breath, trying to find my center, even closing my eyes.  I exhaled, feeling all the fear flow out of me with my breath.  I had gotten Percy into this mess.  He was like a brother to me and I refused to let him die.
That thought alone, to protect my best friend, gave me the courage to open my eyes.  I gripped my sword tight as one of the bandits charged at me.  I took a defensive stance as the man swung his sword with his right hand.
I swung hard, parrying his blow and swiftly swung back to the right cutting into the man’s torso.  In my swing, I brought my sword up and back down, cutting across the man’s chest.  Both deadly strikes made a loud slicing noise, like the ripping of clothes.
The bandit groaned in pain, but raised his sword again, trying to kill me.  I quickly, almost instinctively, swung my sword to meet his.  Only this time, I hit his sword stopping the attack, then I twisted my sword over his blade and thrust it forward, causing him to lose his grip and allowing his sword to fly out of his hand.  My hands moved desperately to maneuver my sword and deliver a killing blow to the bandit’s heart.  The bandit collapsed as I removed my sword from his chest.  Breathing heavily, I turned around to see Percy had finish off the other bandit.
Percy then turned to me and asked, “You alright?”
I nodded out of breath, “I’m ok.”
“Where did their leader go,” Percy asked.
As I prepared to answer, there was a loud roar and Percy was hit so hard that it knocked him to the ground, leaving a gash on the side of his head.
I looked up in terror to see a giant of a man towering over me, with an ax in hand.  He had the look of pure hatred in his dark brown eyes as he clenched his sickeningly yellow teeth evilly.  The man swung his ax and I raised my blade.  I was surprisingly able to parry the first blow but had to take a few steps backward to regain my balance.  This happened about two more times.
The third time, however, I couldn’t hold the bandit.  He swung so hard that he knocked my blade clean out of my hands.  He then hit me hard with his foot, knocking me to the ground.   It felt like getting kicked by a horse.
I clutched my chest in pain as the Bandit leader roared, “Fools, both of you will pay with your lives!”
He put his foot on my chest, which pushed the air out of my lungs, and he raised his ax over me.  Accepting the end, realizing I was wrong for coming here and that this was my payment, I closed my eyes and looked away.
But then I heard the Bandit start growling and choking.  I looked back and saw that Percy had jumped on the Bandit’s back and was squeezing the bandit’s neck with his arms.  The Bandit dropped his ax and reached up, grabbing Percy’s arm and throwing him down next to me.
Percy groaned in pain.  I looked up in horror as the bandit retrieved his weapon.  He prepared to swing his ax on Percy roaring, “Lord Vong will be pleased to know that another Bruqon Knight was killed!”
The bandit roared and began to swing down.  The world seemed to slow down.  I didn’t know what to do, but this was Percy.  I would rather die, then see him suffer.
I raised my hands, with tears leaking out of my closed eyes, and screamed, “No,” grasping at the air trying to somehow stop the bandit from swinging his ax onto Percy.
I heard a swift ripple of air around me followed by a sickening sound.
SNAP!
The disgusting sound echoed through my ears, followed by a loud thud and then complete silence.
I opened my eyes, seeing my hands clenched in the air, shaking terribly as though they were possessed.  I leaned up and saw the bandit leader lying on the ground a few feet back from where he once stood, his neck in an awkward position.  The man appeared to be dead.
Still shaking horribly, I looked over at Percy who was sitting up as well.  I was breathing shakily, looking at my hands in fear, not sure what I had done.  Percy stared at me, with some fear creeping into his eyes.
He then asked me, “How long have you been able to use Vikus?”
“I can’t use Vikus,” I replied terrified, tears rolling down my face, realizing that I had just used Vikus Magic.
“You just did,” Percy said.  “You just snapped his neck using it.”
Still shaking, I stared at Percy absolutely petrified and pleaded, “Don’t tell anyone about this.  Please…”
Percy nodded.  We both looked at the dead bandit leader.  I couldn’t stop thinking about how much of a monster I could be.  If I had Vikus and I could do this… I didn’t want to learn how to use it.  Not if it meant killing.
The snapping of the bandit’s neck freshly rippled through my head.
What if I hurt my friends with this power?  No.  I had to keep it hidden…

Chapter 2

Maollan Enochai - Prince of Abatral - Minor Character


“Illum!”
I jumped in my chair.  Shaking my head from my daydream, I looked up at the older man who had receding gray hair and was wearing a brown cloak.
“Are you still with me,” asked the old scholar, the wrinkles on his head arching.
“I’m sorry Olbridge.  I was just…thinking about something,” I replied quietly, rubbing the daze from my eyes..
Olbridge looked at me with concern, “What’s bothering you boy?”
“I’m sorry sir,” I replied truthfully.  “It’s just.  It’s been four years since my brother Jason was killed.”
The wise man looked at me in the eyes, “I’m sorry Illum.  Shall we continue your lessons in the art of diplomacy later?”
“I’d appreciate that sir,” I answered.
“Very well.  We will meet tomorrow at the same time.”
I placed my utensils back into their spots in my knapsack as Olbridge continued, “You truly are one of my best students.  When you complete your lessons, you may even be a better diplomat than myself.”

Yurid Enochai - King of Abatral - Main Antagonist


“Thank you sir,” I replied, grateful that someone believed in my talents.  Olbridge was a great mentor.  Two years ago, Lord Laehan, the provincial governor of Bruqon, had sent Olbridge and myself to the Elvish Kingdom where I had met the Elf Leader Lord Livon.  With the help of Olbridge and Lord Livon’s grandson, Waryon, I learned how to read and write in Elvish.
About a year ago, the Queen and Princess of Abatral passed away under tragic circumstances.  Lord Laehan sent me to the capital of the Kingdom of Abatral,  the great city of Enochai.  As I was originally a court musician, Lord Laehan Bruqon believed that my music talents would help soothe the king’s broken heart. 

Yarmik - Antagonist

Apparently, it worked because I have been in the Royal Palace for over a year now.  King Yurid’s son, Prince Maollan has been reigning in his father’s place, since the king had locked himself in his chambers.  Only the king’s right hand, Yarmik, and myself are permitted to enter his majesties chambers.  It’s been, well, interesting playing music for the king.
“Illum,” Olbridge said.  “I hope that you find peace on this matter.  It does no good to dwell on the past my child.”  Olbridge made a slight bow towards me as he said, “May the God Viius be with you.”
“Thank you Olbridge.”  I returned the bow saying, “ May Viius be with you as well.”

I stood up and pushed my chair in.  After I put my knapsack over my shoulders, I walked out of the Royal Library, closing the door behind me.







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Hi, everyone!!!

Wow, it's been awhile!  Lots of stuff been going on.  With Dead Week last week, and Finals this week, I've been in quite a jam lol :)

But here is a new thing that I've been working on.

Here's some music to start you off:

I'd like to introduce you to Mivius Bijor, Prince of the Goryon Kingdom and heir to the throne:

If you remember from my "The Realm" post back in June, you would know about the Goryon Kingdom, or the Kingdom of the Far North.  The Goryon are basically the offspring of humanoid creatures and Dragons.  They have the second most powerful magic (Vikus) in the world, known as Dragon Vikus.  They are kind of like the hermit kingdom of the Realm, living in isolation in the far North.  I kind of think of their "Foreign Policy" like the US foreign policy during the 1930s - to not get involved in world events.  However, the Goryon Kingdom is not to be trifled with because they are some of the best warriors in the world.

Their Kingdom has never been successfully invaded, though many have tried.  The icy landscape of the Far North often kills off most invaders.  Those who can survive, often end up lost in the maze of mountains that surround the Goryon Kingdom, creating a natural wall around the Kingdom.  Those who would happen to make it past the mountains would then deal with the giant man-made wall that surrounds the foot of the Far North Mountains.  It is practically impossible.  Plus, if any made to the walls, they would likely be slaughtered by the mighty Goryon warriors.  Or by the Dragons that defend their lands.  They are, after all, known for their Dragon Riders.

Mivius Bijor is the Prince of this Kingdom.  He is a Goryon, born of the Fire Dragon Lord Trearii and his human mother Talia.  Talia is the reigning Queen of the Goryon Kingdom, with Mivius as her co-ruler.  Mivius cares deeply for his people.  So much, that he often dresses up as a civilian, ditches his guards, and sneaks out of the Palace to go and help those less fortunate than him.  This has made him beloved by his people.  With the Goryon Kingdom not that big, it is easier for him to get to meet and help his people to the best of his abilities.

The Elder Dragon Tusain is bound to him by Vikus.  Tusain chose Mivius as his rider, making Mivius the first humanoid to be bound to an Elder Dragon.  After all, the Elder Dragons are the most powerful, wisest, and oldest of the Dragons in the Realm.  There are only three in existence, the original three - Nogard, Tusain, and Nai-Anorpo.  Their symbol is:

This symbol eventually 

became the national symbol

 for the Goryon Kingdom 

(appears on their flags). 

Mivius bond with Tusain only made Mivius all the more powerful.  When Mivius came of age at sixteen, he was sent to Nogard's Temple, the ancient training Temple of the Goryon, where the Dragon Priests reside.  The Dragon Priests took Mivius in and trained him to be one of the most skilled warriors to ever grace the temple halls.  Mivius began learning great wisdom and knowledge from his masters, the Dragon Priests, and Tusain.  He was always eager to learn new things and desired to go the Great Library that existed on the other side of the world.


Tusain eventually took him to the Great Library, where he studied for over a year before returning to the Goryon Kingdom.  When he came back, he dawned his royal armor and walked the streets of his kingdom often.  He continued to help his people whenever he could.  Mivius, at the age of eighteen, was brought before the Elder Dragons, Queen Talia, and the Dragon Priests.  One of the seven Dragon Priests had passed away, but by the will of Viius and the Elder Dragons, Mivius was anointed as the seventh Dragon Priest.  Mivius took his position reluctantly but honored his word to help train the next generation of his people and to protect the Realm from true danger.


Mivius would begin his regular travels to the Temple of Viius to seek out the Sagik Monks and their wisdom.  He often prayed there to Viius, who had blessed him so much.  Mivius traveled to the Temple of Viius for the first week of every month, on the back Tusain.


It was during this time that the Great Rebellion began in the Kingdom of Abatral, where the story of Illum begins.  So yes, in the story, I am currently writing, Mivius will make an appearance.  It will start off as a small introduction, but eventually he will become a more major character as the series progresses.


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