Nova and the 100-year march

CHAPTER TWO, VOLUME 1, ACT 1: THE PLEA OF HOPE

A land of lands, a realm of realms, forged by the very first star, Tarul Astrion.The ancient entity of light has united the realms into one great kingdom.

Its beauty lies in the diversity and the colorful ways and cultures each realm had and the unity of the people, the wildlife, and the entity of magic that runs thick and deep through Indoria's root and stem, called  Arkanis Nexar da Myrion.

The land was built on Nexis(union), Orionis(protector), Vita(life), and Astrion(star).

The ages of Indoria's glory are way behind now, with no union, protector, hope, or star, causing the heresy of what once called the sacred symbols of life.

And the hunt of all forms of life begins, the Bloody purge, the purge of shadows, the ashen day or the night of nights, too many names for none but one incident, whether it's a tale or a myth, it will always be a reminder of what happened that day, death won.

Our friend Nova lives and survives the doom, En Ultima stare, sic Prima cadere  "may the last one rise if the first one ever fell".

After a very long march through Almeria's desert and the deception of its mist, our young friend wakes up again and all his strength was drained in that forsaken land, with none but Il Memor De Fallna,"The memories of the fallen", and his last sight of Almeria before trembling on the plain ground, a blue flame casts light and a worm breeze dulled his senses to a deep sleep.

There on that high hill, stands Nova and looks at the nude open sky at dusk where no stars are in sight, that was the first sign, a first step into the old Indoria, once again.

Nova: Uncle.....we made it, we've survived.

The lad had a memory of his closer companion, Arix. The old man once told him, that Indoria has no stars anymore, thus it should be the first sign.

Arix's voice: il Nudu aeris es il primus signum, sic novissima apparu, yos nigin pro tarun,il prea de novae verus," The nude open sky is the first sign, when it appears at last, we wait for the one that follows, the plea of hope".

The lad sat on top of that hill, Laughing with tears of joy dropping off his tired eyes, for the prophecy of his old friend Arix, was Right.

Kept on Waiting from dusk to midnight, where the night was darker than the ocean's depth, no stars to light up the sky, and all the moons slothful with no light to repel. Still, the joy Nova felt, lifted the burden of hunger, dullness and darkness off his shoulders, Nova sat on top of that hill with no other concern but the sign of hope that would come to him, and he only knows one sign, a star to cast a light.

Amid the shallow darkness of this unknown place, a glint of light repels off the shades of night, the light appears little by little, and the lad sees the sign at last.

Nova: Voctur nith rad Nova, Il prea de verus es invoc "The march never ends, the plea of hope is called for".

Arix's voice: Follow the star, Nova.

And so it begins, a new venture to see what lies in this unknown land.

There and far away, the light lures Nova through the Shades of darkness that swallow the very existence of a living being, as he descent the hill and through the dark land he strides, for he had long waited for this, a first sign and a second, it wasn't just a prophecy, but also fate.

As he marched toward the light, he saw the memories he bore since Almeria, stand beside the last son. Nova sees the joyful memories he shared with his dear old friend Arix, the teacher, the father, and the protector of young blood. Yet he saw more than just Arix, he saw the bond the people had in older times,  the love and sympathy they bore for each other, the hope and belief.

The remains of old memories are now standing beside Nova, for they were yearning to see and feel Indoria again, these darkened land yearned as well, the whole world feels and remembers, the memories of the fallen lives again, and The new world welcomes it at last, as the memories carved their presence in the sky as long-lasting stars once again. 

Nova: You live once again, uncle, everyone, I hope this brings you peace, wherever you are.

Nova's sight is clear now, all in favor of the stars that lighted up the sky and cleared up the shades of the dark fog, a road appears where Nova stands, a road leading to the mysterious light. The lad is a few steps closer to the glint every time his eyes blink, simultaneously the fog disappears and his vision becomes more profound, a road cuts through the forsaken land,no signs of the living yet. Nevertheless, everything is on the brink of change, as he stood to catch his breath, he saw great walls, white walls, silver walls, with great towers and majestic gates,it was a sign of life.

Nova: No more striding or endless venture, life at last.

He plods towards the gate, he can now feel the very same warm breeze caressing his hair, hears the voices beyond the walls. He gets closer and closer until he saw movement, unknown riders coming towards him he smiles out of joy and hears the people ahead talk.

Rider 1: We found him, call the guards.

The second rider ignites a silver bulb to rise up and explodes giving the awaiting signal to the rest.

The gates of the great city open up and 5 more riders come down the entrance until all seven of them stand in front of the lad.

Nova: I can't describe how delighted I am to see you, good men....My name is...name is...

As fatigue wears him down, before he can finish, he trembles to the ground.