Age of Heroes (Age of Heroes Chronicles)

Chapter 508: Exodus (2)

Meanwhile in New World, the moment the sound ended, Arial got a vision. 

He was looking at an island where everything was in abundance. With water as clear as the sky and lush green trees that beckons the heart to stay.

He then saw a white stone, glowing like the Sun that illuminate all under Heaven. And then he saw it.

A white sword. And he said its name almost instinctively, like he has known this sword all of his life.

'Lightbringer.' He said, like whispering one of the most important name he could ever utter.

He walked to the stone. For some reason, he felt that he must pull out that sword from the stone.

He doesn't even know why. But he knows that is what he supposed to do.

He walked one step when suddenly a voice sounded in his ear.

'It is not yet time, young one' and he was thrown back to his present self. 

Arial was startled and almost fall down from his horse because of the surreal experience.

The man he captured already run away in fear. The people of Ragran have already gone in their house and began praying to their Gods.

As Arial look on the crowds that was in chaos, Amara appeared in front of him and everything stopped. 

Time stopped. A bird flying on the city sky stopped flying but do not fall. A flowing waterfall suddenly stopped flowing. The wind stopped without warning.

Everything stopped moving even him.

She appears and said only this word to him.

'Go to the Shadowlands. Participate in the Great War. Gain admission to the Ancient Gate. This will be the last time I will talk to you, young child. He has found all the pieces. He is ready to awaken the Vanquisher. You must hurry.' 

Then she dissipated in a puff of smoke and time moves again. 

The chaos continued but Arial was still there. Stuck, not knowing what to do. What is happening? 

He could not process it fast enough. And he doesn't understand what is the Great War and what is an Ancient Gate. 

He doesn't understand anything.

But he knows that he can't stay here. Looking at the distant chief house, he canceled his previous thoughts of making a scene in the chief house.

Instead his eyes were looking at another direction.

'I will not let her go from my grasp until I learn all of the truth.' He said.

Saying this, he pulls the rein of his horse and changes his direction...to a certain bakery.

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Behind him, Ragar look on at Arial and then looking at the sky, instead of fear, in his eyes was excitement.

'I am not wrong!' He celebrated in his heart. He sees with his own eyes, how Arial in spite of the sound, he did not have the same fear other people have.

Instead, he was remarkable. He regains his calm in such a quick amount of time.

'Big Brother, let us go to the Shadowlands. The call of War has sounded. Exodus has begun' One of Ragar follower said after he done calming himself.

'No.' Ragar said.

'We will follow him.'

'Still?' One of them complained.

Ragar only nodded.

Then Ragar took one of the abandoned horses in the street and began chasing Arial. 

Ragar follower, seeing this could only sigh and also took other abandoned horse and follow their Big Brother.

In their heart, they asked themselves. What is so special about that man, that Big Brother would chase and follow him this far?

At the same time, chaos descended upon the world, a tower in an abandoned land suddenly cracked and if one could come close enough they could hear a sound so terrifying that they could die of shock and fear.

Inside the Tower was two beast filled with malevolence and evil. The Horn has been sounded. 

Angels leaves the Heaven and begun doing their Holy Duties. The Tower has cracked. The Vanquisher is being awakened. 

The Conqueror must now face his destiny.

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RAGORA

THE BASTION

Fire filled the walled city. Knight bodies and broken armor littered the once structured city. Blood stain the white marbles of the Administration Hall.

Bodies filled the street and signs of great battle was fought can be seen everywhere on this walled city. 

On the top of the tower of this walled city, the symbol of the Knight Lords, their flag is now being lowered and toss to the raging fire while a new flag is being pulled up.

A flag of a Dragon holding a pearl, beneath it feet was the world. 

Standing guard on the watchtower, a perfect example of a great army formation, unbeatable and unyielding.

The destroyed wall still have some fire and the debris was not yet cleaned but the army inside the city has already quickly stabilize the city like this was not the first time for them to do this.

The prisoner of war waited in chains, the bodies of the defeated was buried in large hole. 

Children's, woman, the old, clapped in chains, looking at the invader with eyes full of fear and uncertainty.

The magic of the Walled City dispersed and the memory of the elderly returns.

They remember the Tribes, they remembered the old stories, remember the Horn of the Angel, remember the Unpardonable Sins, but more importantly they remembered the Great War that is coming.

And their fear rises, while their mind is confused. Ragora was a bastion of magic. That shields all the memory of the Thirteen Tribes.

The elder of the slums look on the broken city gate and cursed his fate to land on the Walled city even though the choice was made by him forty years ago. 

Oh, how he regretted it now!!

Forty years ago, a great famine spread across all the Thirteen Tribes. The Bastion offered food to those who are willing to migrate to the City

He then went to the Walled City knowing that the magic in it will make him forget all about the Thirteen tribes. 

Yet, he still enters the city and his memory was suppressed.

But today, when they heard the sound of the Horn, the magic instantly shattered, the repressed memories flows out and the elder remembers and they stopped fighting.

They stopped fighting the invader because they knew that the end is near. 

To choose to fight and suffer for the Knight Lords that impose such magic on their mind, they are not that generous.

And to die under the Invader might be better compared to what is coming. The Darkly Ones will rise. 

Winter that is hot as hellfire, hellish being crawled out from the dark soil, Mudborns, Darkspawns, dark creatures and foul creatures that will rise from the very grounds of the Thirteen Tribes and spread evil and destruction wherever they go.

They must commence the Exodus or the tide of darkness will swallow them. The elder begin praying to the God that his tribes believe. 

He remembers the God that he once worshipped. 

He knelt to the ground, look into the sky that has already turned blue, and pray to Asrana Mahava to save them from the evil that is coming.

While many of the older generation is kneeling and praying to the sky which intrigues the invaders, from the broken city gate appear two men, both have the same heights of six feet tall and they have muscly but lean body. 

One of them has a purple spear on his hand while the other has white hilt saber.

This two person even though they seemed to have some connection with each other, they are very tense with each other and they almost look like rivals instead of allies.

When any of the soldiers see this two person they could not help but feel fear and awe. 

They bowed their heads, no daring to look directly to this two people, while their hearts are palpitating with variety of emotions.

The two Great Generals of the Empire. 

One of them from the Capulet a spear user genius that hold the fort in Venicia during the Rebellion of the First Year of Dragon Reign.

In that battle, as one of the twelve generals of the empire, he was assigned to Venicia to suppress the rebellion while the emperor went to subjugate the Zettelian.

In that battle, almost all the rebels were killed; their families were all executed the city that rebel were turned upside down. 

Nobles dies like flies and their heads were stuck into a stake that was then shown to the public. 

Three thousand heads lined up the city walls of the Venicia capital, creating a gory scene that could never be forgotten, blood drips from the city walls and skeletons littered the streets.

But this is not what makes him so feared that so many nobles shiver looking at him, it was because of what he did after.

He burned ten cities. 

The city gates were closed and the inhabitants whether innocent or not was burned together. 

It was said the ashes of the people could form a mountain of ashes. The howls and scream of their pain could induce anyone to have nightmare for all of their lives.

Ten cities become deserted and turn to ash. By burning this ten cities, Venician rebels lay down their arms and peace once again settled. 

Nobody no longer have any thoughts of revolting.