Romanium

Proloque

An icy wind made breathing difficult, the fatigue of war could be seen in the faces of these two figures. Atop the Rondium Mountain, the last battle, the last hope, they looked at each other, eyes only on the other, the sound of war below could barely be heard.

"Didn't think you would be this hard to defeat" said the person dressed in black. "Never underestimate a foe" the other replied. "You know Dionysius, when you lose, the legs turn to jelly, you should sit down" "My dear Ozark, when did I ever give up? You will need to kill me in order to defeat me" he smirked. "Poor choice of words my friend!" a blast of fire shot out of Ozarks hand, Dionysius could barely get away from it. He shrugged his shoulders and signaled with his hand for Ozark to come, "Don't tell me that is all you got?" A wave of fire shots came his way, he could dodge most of them, one hit his shoulder, burning it badly, another shot of fire came his way, and he made an air-bubble around it, suffocating the fire. "So be it then" Dionysius stomped his feet on the ground, a wave of air hit Ozark, and he flew against the mountain wall. Dionysius made fists and pulled them backward, the stone of the mountain wrapped around the hands of Ozark, he was trapped.

"How did you do this?!" Ozark was thunderstruck. "I learned a few tricks on the way, it is over Ozark" Dionysius sighed "I don't want to kill you but I will in order to end the war" "If you spare my life I will never stop trying to take revenge" "I know that and I would if you weren't so helpless" Dionysius air punched him unconscious.

At the top of the mountain, with the help of air he could be heard everywhere, he spread the message for everlasting peace. Everyone stopped fighting, listened to his words, and reflected on his message. All the footsoldiers of Fire, Electricity, Shadow, and Ice returned to their kingdoms to rebuild their societies. The highly-ranked officials were captured and imprisoned.

While Ozark was being escorted to a prison in the Neilthy mountains he escaped, and was never to be seen or heard from again.

Dionysius went home and restored a broken kingdom, which earned him the rank of Grandmaster since the former Grandmaster was killed in battle by the master of Shadow. He got married to his wife, Siona.

Years later on an early morning his wife gave birth to their child. "Congratulations Siona with a super healthy son! How will you call the young man?" Dionysius and Siona looked at each other and simultaneously said "Tristan....".