It all started in a city. A city with magic. A city called Welmet. A city were the magic, who was a living being, had been stolen, captured, by Onaxx, the dark, evil archmage was a master in the killing practice of dark magic. But there was still hope in a forest, the magic forest. Where every creature was treated equally, with no humans, with no danger. Except the only human who was not a killer, who was not a destructor, a thirteen-year old boy called Theo.
But me tell you, reader, what happened years before, exactly when Theo had just been born. In a clearing of Oakleaf forest, a reunion was happening. Two parents give away child to a healthorn called Hearne. The healthorns, for those of you readers that have never encountered one, were magic deers with healing horns that could cure you of almost anything with just their touch.
With a magic, light-blue bird fluttering nearby, Althea stole a feather and wrote some words above the child's head, but they weren't normal words. The words were written in ancient draconic, a language that was nowhere to be spoken or heard in the whole world. Take care of him, he shall wield the sword of Daylight, but he will need a teacher, he will need a friend, he will need a mentor. And with that, Dewin and Althea left the clearing, their child, Theo, left alone with Hearne. Years passed, and Theo grew up, gathering some fearsome friends along the way. His friends were Lightclaw, a brave, wild-spirited cat and Moonfur, a wolf with razor-sharp claws and night-black pelt but a pure, golden heart.
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Theo
General FictionOne day, there was magic in a place, creatures of all time could, fly, swim, walk and run wherever they wanted. But one day, something took that, creatures dissappeared, were hunted, were captured, were killed. Some people call them the phantom kill...
