OUTCAST : THE PATH OF A WARRIOR

PROLOGUE

IN THE BEGINNING

Many years from now the Gods will send their warrior to help fight a great war.

But that won't be for another five hundred years.

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In five hundred years, when the world is gripped by a great war, the Gods will send their warrior to aid in the fight. This warrior, born from divine will and unmatched in power, has been destined for this moment. Though the world will face darkness and despair, the arrival of this celestial champion will mark the beginning of hope. But until then, the world will wait, unaware of the epic battle and the savior that is yet to come.

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Shoppers hurried to escape the howling winds, as the swirling darkening skies threatened the rains to fall

" Somebody help, he needs a healer? A woman croaked

"I'm a healer!" Came a calmed voice. "What happened to him?" She asked, kneeling next to a man, bleeding from nose to mouth.

The elderly woman pointed towards the distant woods. "Three hooded men in dark robes, beat and robbed him! Went that way. Didn't even bother to run, them criminals!"

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Shoppers hurried to escape the howling winds, as the swirling, darkening skies threatened rain. Amid the chaos, a desperate cry pierced the air.

"Somebody help, he needs a healer!" a woman croaked, her voice strained with panic.

"I'm a healer!" came a calm voice. A woman rushed forward, her demeanor steady despite the storm. She knelt beside a man lying on the cobblestone street, blood seeping from his nose and mouth. "What happened to him?" she asked, her hands already at work, assessing the extent of his injuries.

The elderly woman who had called out pointed a trembling finger towards the distant woods. "Three hooded men in dark robes beat and robbed him! They went that way. Didn't even bother to run, those criminals!" she exclaimed, anger and fear mingling in her voice.

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"Ouch!"He said softly."What happened?"

" Hey, slowly, don't move yet!" Said the healer holding his shoulders down. "It seems they tried to rob you!

"I'm in danger, please help me!" He said grabbing her arm." Fear gripping his eyes, staring into the abyss, then turned slowly, gazing into her soul, whispering. "You must help me safeguard the crystals, before the Dark Ones find them!"

" And who may you be?" Said the healer, her glare colder than ice.

"I am Jerrico." He groaned grasping his jaw." If I can't stop them stealing from me, this world will... "
"Will what? She said, eyes narrowing, as her head tilted to one side." Wait...You're 'The Mage'! Aren't you?" She said, her face lit.

" I may tinker a little. What of it?" His eyes like slits, wiping the smile off her face.

She forced the corners of her mouth to rise. "I have heard of the great Mage, a legend among us!" Why do you seek the aid from a mere healer such as me?"

He slowly sat up, as his face lit up.
" Goodness me, who are you trying to fool? I have been watching you for days, and today was no different, except here we are! I was surprised that you didnt notice!" He said, his lips lifted slyly as his head tilted lower. "But then again, you hide your knife well, Parissa...!" He said, chuckling.
"You're no mere healer than I a simple mage!"

"Oh, I've noticed you alright, just didn't know who you were!" She said relaxing the hold on her small knife." How can I help?"

The wind now whistling to the spatter of rain, as the market square was now almost barren of people.

Parissa offered her hand, as Jerrico grabbed it, and for the first time, felt her strength, as he was pulled from the ground. " My sincere apologies, but I'm sure you anderstand, I had to be sure!" He said gritting his teeth.
"But this is bigger than both of us, the Dark Ones are a threat to all!"

Parissa gripped him tightly, in return."What are these crystals? and what do the Dark Ones want with them?"

"They are made of power beyond the hand of man, and the fate of our world will rest on those who controls them!" He sighed. "With the crystals in their hands, they will dominate mankind. Help me hide them from the face of the world!"
Parissa winced. Why not just simply destroy them!"
"Since they cannot be destroyed!" Said Jerrico

" Why do you trust me so?"

He was quiet for a moment. "You and I are destined for greater things!" He said turning to walk away. " Come, we have work to do!

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"Ouch!" he said softly, blinking up at the darkened sky. "What happened?"

"Hey, slowly, don't move yet!" the healer cautioned, her hands firm on his shoulders. "It seems they tried to rob you."

"I'm in danger, please help me!" he pleaded, grabbing her arm. Fear gripped his eyes as he stared into the abyss, then slowly turned to meet her gaze, whispering, "You must help me safeguard the crystals before the Dark Ones find them!"

"And who may you be?" the healer asked, her glare colder than ice.

"I am Jerrico," he groaned, grasping his jaw. "If I can't stop them from stealing the crystals, this world will..."

"Will what?" she pressed, her eyes narrowing as she tilted her head to one side. Suddenly, realization dawned on her. "Wait... You're *The Mage*, aren't you?" Her face lit up with recognition.

"I may tinker a little. What of it?" Jerrico replied, his eyes narrowing, wiping the smile off her face.

She forced herself to smile. "I've heard of the great Mage, a legend among us! Why do you seek aid from a mere healer like me?"

Jerrico slowly sat up, his expression shifting to a sly grin. "Goodness me, who are you trying to fool? I've been watching you for days, and today was no different—except here we are! I was surprised that you didn't notice!" His voice dropped, and his eyes gleamed with mischief. "But then again, you hide your knife well, Parissa," he added, chuckling. "You're no mere healer, just as I'm no simple mage!"

Parissa's grip on her small knife relaxed. "Oh, I've noticed you alright, just didn't know who you were," she admitted. "How can I help?"

The wind now whistled through the market square, accompanied by the spatter of rain. The once-bustling square was now almost barren.

Parissa offered her hand, and Jerrico grasped it, feeling her unexpected strength as she pulled him to his feet. "My sincere apologies, but I'm sure you understand—I had to be sure," he said, gritting his teeth. "But this is bigger than both of us. The Dark Ones are a threat to all."

Parissa held him firmly. "What are these crystals? And what do the Dark Ones want with them?"

"They are made of power beyond the hand of meer man, and the fate of our world will rest on who controls them!" Jerrico sighed heavily. "With the crystals in their hands, they could dominate all mankind. Help me hide them from the face of the world!"

Parissa winced. "Why not simply destroy them?"

"They cannot be destroyed!" Jerrico replied grimly.

"Why do you trust me so?" she asked, her voice softer now.

He was silent for a moment, then spoke with quiet conviction. "You and I are destined for greater things," he said, turning to walk away. "Come, we have work to do!"