???: I'm what people call the tamer. My magical ability is allowing me to tame legendary monsters. [Scoffs] And honestly, it's pretty sweet to have monsters like the dragons, chimeras, and damn... I'm talking about the Fox Deity, too. My name is Azran, Azran of Whirlwind, and this is my story.
*Kyrial*
Kyrial is a world of ancient ruins, hidden temples, and forgotten lore. Azran is with his 3 team members, all women, walking through the forest of Malafae, the evil faeries.
"Now, let me introduce my team. Esther, she's a dark elf with amazing healing magic. She's pretty useful when we're injured. Next, Tanya, she's known as the fallen angel of death's aim. She wields a sniper, and she's perfect at it.
Lastly, our martial artist, Karin. She's the best hand to hand fighter yet, and both her strength and stamina are unmatched, even though she's a bit slim." Azran narrates.
"And one more thing, Karin is a fox warrior. After I tamed her master, she pledged her allegiance to me." Continues narrating.
They approached the hidden temple of the Malafae, and it's now ruined after a century.
Azran: This better be interesting.
As they ventured deeper into the ruined temple, the air grew thick with the scent of damp earth and decay. Azran led the way, his footsteps echoing off the crumbling walls.
Esther followed closely behind, her dark elf eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of danger. Tanya brought up the rear, her sniper rifle at the ready, while Karin walked beside Azran, her hand on the hilt of her sword.
The temple's entrance hall was a grand, high-ceilinged chamber, with intricate carvings depicting the Malafae's dark history. But now, the carvings were worn and faded, the stone walls cracked and overgrown with vines.
Azran's gaze swept the room, his eyes lingering on the remnants of ancient artifacts. "Looks like the Malafae didn't leave much behind," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Esther nodded, her eyes fixed on a series of ancient symbols etched into the wall.
Esther: These markings suggest a powerful spell was cast here. One that could have brought great destruction.
Tanya snorted, her eyes scanning the room for any sign of movement.
Tanya: Or maybe they just really liked decorating with skulls and snakes.
Karin chuckled, a low, husky sound.
Karin: I think it's a bit of both, don't you?
Azran grinned, his eyes glinting with excitement.
Azran: Well, whatever the reason, I think we're about to find out. Let's move deeper in.
With that, the team ventured further into the temple, their footsteps echoing off the walls as they delved into the heart of the Malafae's darkness.
As they explored the temple's depths, the team stumbled upon a vast, open courtyard, surrounded by crumbling stone walls. But it was what lay within the courtyard that made their blood run cold.
Before them stretched a sea of ancient, weathered headstones, each bearing the symbol of the Malafae. But it was the state of the graves that told the true tale - every single headstone was shattered, the earth beneath them disturbed, and the air was heavy with the stench of death.
Azran's eyes widened as he took in the scope of the destruction.
Azran: What in the world...?
Esther's voice was barely above a whisper.
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The Fallen Fantasy: The First Arc
FantasíaIn a world of darkness, an 8-year-old fallen angel boy is driven by loyalty to his father. Trained to fight and kill, he's sent to vanquish the 7 demon lords. But when he meets a 9-year-old boy, they form an unbreakable bond, becoming brothers in ar...
