In the distant future of the Dream SMP, in a time where people have forgotten the tears and agony of the past, Faetom Aynit uncovers what appears to be a lie compared to everything that he has ever known. A lie masked by a crown.
Once he caught onto the mystery, he couldn't let go. As if he was dragged down by quicksand that clutched onto his very consciousness, or rather than quicksand... vines.
On the journey he meets Reverie Epiales, Silaus Blade and the mysterious Lethe. All of whom were pulled together into the unending spiral of a dark mystery.
With nothing left to lose but everything that could be gained, will Faetom uncover the puppeteer or will he become the marionette?
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Azure blue eyes flashed silently in the dark. Lighting up the room with a cold and icy gleam. Known as a master of the sword, Faetom Aynit kneeled down before King Eret, the one who had ruled over the Dream SMP throughout it's glorious history. It was just the day before that he received a notice to receive the news about his newest assignment, but unlike all the other times that he was assigned missions, this mission was classified as a S class. It was to be directly handed down from the king and to be completed at once. Any and all failures were to be regarded as a crime worthy of death. Success would mean pride while failure would be a one way ticket to the afterlife.
Faetom Aynit was just a boy who grew up with an overinflated sense of pride and justice. He never knew that what lay ahead was a journey into knighthood and glory. He just wanted to do what he considered right. If this were any normal adventure tale, he would have been the prized protagonist with the ability to overcome any trials that came. Like a blank page, he had the prerequisites that one could expect from a fantasy protagonist. He was handsome, born with a refreshing appearance that looked youthful compared to his maturity, he was strong and skilled in swordsmanship, he was an orphan with an ego and a drive to deliver justice and he was a classic gentleman. Becoming a knight seemed like the pinnacle of his life, the one purpose of it. But even after serving under the king and building his prestigious reputation, he felt empty inside. He felt like something was still missing.
No one understood his conflictions. He kept a straight face even as the flecks of blood splattered onto his pale cheek. He remained frigid and cold even as he destroyed legions of soldiers in the Nether and plundered countless fortresses throughout his campaigns. The heat from the lava and flames could not melt his aura. The people of the land always found that though he always remained alone and in solitude, it never seemed to suit him. The lone great knight never fit into the mold of the solo warrior. It was like he was meant to be part of more... which was what the people thought. But regardless, Faetom stayed alone.
As he dragged his Netherite boots on the cobblestone floors, the weight of the country pressed down onto his shoulders. How long has it been since the king himself delivered an S class mission? He shuddered at the answer to that question. It had indeed been too long. And for good reason too.
S Class missions were hard to accomplish, and even harder to survive from after the ordeal. Crises involved with the missions were often critical to the nation's future. As he was busy chewing on his lip and zoning out on the carpet patterns at the corner of his eye as he proceeded onwards, Faetom found himself at the grand door. All he needed was one more step, and he would enter the throne room. One more step, and everything would change.
So he pulled down the lever, the one recently installed by a redstone master, and took the step that would change his fate.
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In the snowy distant outskirts of the Greater Dream SMP, far from the reaches of King Eret, the gleam of an orb flickered when it touched the light peeking through the broken window as it was tossed up into the air. Flecks of aged red on the window ledge were covered by a clean pair of leather boots. The owner of the fine footwear was a beautiful young lady with ashy blonde curls and emerald green eyes. Like a Persian Cat that would lazy around in the sun, her slim elegance transformed the atmosphere around her. Though she was in a dusty room with remnants of a fight around her, she still looked like an Angel that descended down from heaven or rather, one that had fallen.
"Epiales. They want you downstairs."
"Coming."
Flicking some debris off the strip of metal that she held in her hand, and tucking the orb into her inventory, she opened the oak door and left the room.
Reverie, the one they called 'Epiales' had a hunch. This little voice inside her head told her that something big was happening, something was changing. But, ignoring it, she pulled down her ancient white mask, a mysterious relic handed down to her, and leaped down the stairs, later regretting that she didn't listen to her hunch. The vines had already begun clutching onto her, and they wouldn't let go... at least not yet.
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Hello! I'm back! I hope you enjoyed reading this little intro because things are going to get real intense real soon! Then again, thank you for supporting me by reading this. Also BONUS: P.S. it might be worthwhile to look into who Epiales is in mythology 😉. Hopefully DSMP fans have caught onto which lore characters inspired the main cast.
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