Legacy of the Jungle Smith

Chapter One - Curing Boredom

    Zentria, a world that is embroiled in conflict with the rebellion of the Demon Queen of the Three Hells causing death and havoc to spread across the world entirely. The great empires and kingdoms of Zentria united to fight the hordes of demons and monsters that threaten to consume the world. A fight that they were losing as they continued to bicker amongst themselves which the Demon Queen used to start civil wars and revolutions to further the chaos of the world. Yet in the darkness of moments, as defeat hangs above the realms, a heroine emerges from a magical summoning circle to change the tides of this war. Her name is Rodia Mars and she would go on a rampage that would wreck havoc amongst the monsters and bring justice to the demons. She will rally the world to her banner and teach them the might of the spear and shield of the Phalanx. In under two years, Rodia gains back the land that was lost and the people loved her for she is the Saint of the Goddess Astila. She begins her final fight with the Demon Queen Xala in the final battle upon the Catara Plains. 

    The armies of humanity, beastmen, elves and dwarves unite under the banner of the crossed shield to save the world and usher in a everlasting peace that will reign for a thousand generations. Battle lines were formed as holy men and women of the Five Gods and Goddesses go up and down the line to bless the army. "The Divines are with us this day!" does the armies and priests proclaim. Yet as Rodia readies a rousing speech to ignite a flame of righteous fury and defiance to defeat into the brave souls who will follow her into glory and victory, the Divines look upon the world with a united mood.

How Boring

    The Divines gather around a pool of scrying but already one of them have left. They have long seen this story played out countless times upon countless cycles. It was exciting at first but a pattern soon emerged and only on occasion does it get disrupted.  They hoped that it will be different this time but they are sorely disappointed. What is the point in watching a play or drama if one already knows its ending. What joy is there if the twists aren't even that exciting anymore?

    "This is getting old and bothersome." said Belinda who decided to sharpen her harpoons as the two forces clashed. The Goddess of War, Wolves and Winter was once a strong advocate of this drama but even her bloodlust and warmongering has dulled greatly over the millennia. The struggle just wasn't there anymore. The blood haired goddess feeds her cloak of wolves with a slice of giant meat absentmindedly as mortal men are slaughtered by the self proclaimed superior demons. 

    "Ugh. Already are one of the Grand Hell Marshals dead? By a common spear no less.... Truly the quality has fallen over the cycles." groaned Ullia the Undreaming. The Goddess of Nightmares, Mistress of the Empty Night and the Mother of Horrors lounged upon the back of a shifting howling monster of a child's fear. She loves the early stages of this play as that's when the Nightmares are truly flowing from the world. Such wonderful delights were replaced with Hopes and Dreams now. She grimaced in disgust as that's going to be her future for quite some time. The pale and faceless goddess is almost bored enough to sleep as another star actor is trampled by a cavalry charge.

    "I hate how this world is saved by another otherworlder! How many does that make it now? Twelve? Its utterly foolish and why is it always from the same world!? What makes that particular place so potent that a single person from there can ruin the designs of the Divines!?!?" A pearl table is nearly smashed into pieces by a rather irate Nerkos. The God of the Emerald Moon, Poison and Betrayal was tired of these saviors ruining everything. Even assassins blessed by his own powers were utterly helpless when it came to killing these so called Saints! It is as if some higher power is protecting them but he knows its not the case. His fellow Divines rarely if ever bless one of these otherworlders. He casts a casual glance towards the battle and laughs grimly as the feared Demon Queen is on the ropes against the Saint and her party of heroes and saviors. Even the Grand Marshals of Hell are powerless against them and Nerkos can only sigh in frustration.