Chaos Clash

Introduction: Millan.

A day alone. That's all it would take to ruin a life. His life. Their lives.
Christmas, year of 26,799.

Robin saw his camp laid to waste. The Tempdote was ruins in the ground now. Walls crumbled around him as he stood in shock. Blood and meaty chunks of what used to be his friends were strewn everywhere. The leader picked up a chunk of Elliotte's hair, singed at the ends, just to find it was still attached to a piece of his skull. Robin screamed and dropped it again. Taking steps back, horror and guilt filled him from head to toe. This was his fault. Robin's fault. He should've just given in, just cancelled this whole journey. But no. Robin had to just push on.

Now everyone was dead, and it was all his fault.

A long journey home.

In another part of the world, deep in the woods of Feu City, Central, sat a lovely little home. Wooden siding, Red roof, one story house that was the shelter of the Sustaki family. The ground was covered in a fresh blanket of snow, and it just kept piling. Would it ever end? Why would they want it to? This was one of the most lovely times of the year.

Inside, sat an eager mother, Rosallynne Sustaki, who was awaiting her husband's return from his long, heroic adventure. Her red hair was wrapped up in a sloppy bun, and she bundled in her sweater in the window seat, staring into the woods. That glimmer in her eyes, it told the story of a long suffering alone just waiting, dying for this end. For him to return.

On a nearby sofa, a young boy sat watching the television. He looked no older than two or three. A young child indeed. It had been a long day, and the new year was beginning to set in. The boy didn't care though. He was too young to care. All he wanted to know is if the sun on the telly was green or yellow. It's more of a shade of white actually.

Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Amadaeus-Mozart Raikowski. I come from a different one that is in our story today. The world of Affairium. Now, you might not be able to see, but here with me right now are the three heroes of this story. The main ones anyway. Millan, Safu, and Dehall.

Millan smiles, nodding and waving smoothly at the camera.
Safu grins, and shies away.
Dehall seems proud to be here as he just sits back in his chair.

They are quite happy to tell the long journey of how they became the biggest, most well known heroes in their world. The world of Galeot. It's one of the seven worlds of Akwadex Central. There's Vulcania, Galeot, Fluffantry, Xenozec, Constallia, Affairium, and Terraria. You will meet many different people from many different backgrounds in this story. I have my transcript here from what I have asked, and what the men have told me.

Now, you better be ready for a wild ride of adventure and mystery, and I guarantee you that you won't find yourself bored!

Also, if you're questioning where Kyrie went, the narrator from The Elementals, I'm not sure. All I know is that I will be your narrator for today! Now sit back, and let's continue!

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The boy continued to watch television, as he bundled up in his deep blue, fuzzy blanket. His stomach was stuffed with goodies of the night, and his mind wrapping itself only around the joys of his mother.

Speaking of Rosa, she suddenly screamed, and jumped from the window seat. The boy jolted a bit, surprised to hear his mum scream. Rosa ran to the door and quickly slipped on her boots as she threw open the door.

The boy was no longer staring at the telly, but now quizitively watching his mother. She was outside, and through the window, he could see her run up to a man and jump into his arms. He caught her, and it seemed they were both smiling and making happy noises. They didn't mind that it was cold outside, that the snow was piling up. No. Only that he was here now. Dad was home.