Chapter One

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Hey readers

I've been thinking about this story for like a year now.

I know it's a bit late to write it down but fuck that.

Here are some important things to note! PLEASE READ.
My schedule is kinda wack so don't expect very consistent uploads.
I'm very new to this page, so I will try my best.
I don't live in any English-speaking country, so my writing might not be grammatically correct. Cursive parts are dreams, thoughts, flashbacks or just important things.
The chapters are split up in 1-5 parts like the original series, so main characters and viewpoints will change per part.
There will of course be spoilers for the first three seasons, so I'd recommend reading/watching them.
Feel free to comment, I will try to figure out how to read them.
SOME WARNINGS
Expect blood/ gore and detailed depictions of violence.
Major character death.
Some psychological stuff and angst.
Some scenes or chapters might be frightening.
SO IF YOU ARE UNDER 13 YEARS OLD OR SENSITIVE I WOULD NOT RECOMMEND!
With all that said enjoy what I've written :) 



PART I:

AT PEACE

The sun was rising over New Voltaria, the colors of dawn painted the sky. Senn hadn't slept all night. He missed Ria, who was currently in Sendaria helping with the last bits rebuilding after The Second Great War. He wished that he could have gone with her, but he had his own things to tend to in New Voltaria.

The young Voltaris Master was enjoying the stunning sunrise from the top of a small hill.

It had been five years since the end of the Second Great War. He had hardly ever left New Voltaria since. As a Master he had to take care of his clan. It had been years since he used Thalleous' sword and even longer since he had used one of his songs. But it was best this way, he told himself.

The grass crunched as somebody walked up the hill behind him. Senn looked back over his shoulder. "Oh, it is just you", Senn recognized Kratos Voltaris, he had helped Senn a lot around New Voltaria and had a great reputation in the Voltaris clan. "I believe that you have not slept all night Ky'Senn", the Voltaris said as he looked at Senn. "Yes, Kratos I-", Senn cut himself off. Kratos looked at him with worried eyes. "Is there a problem", Kratos' deep voice broke the awkward silence. "No, should I worry about something?", Senn asked. "Ardonia is frail", Kratos answered. "Some people still hate the Voltaris", Kratos continued. He had always been quite pessimistic, which was a trait Senn never liked. Kratos' words echoed is his mind Ardonia is frail, and people still hate the Voltaris. He had been quite stressed lately, his mind filled with pictures and flashbacks from the war. He had been feeling like something was wrong and Kratos' eerie words didn't help with that. Maybe all Senn needed was some time alone, "I-I should go", Senn excused and left.

PART II:

A DREAM OF THE END

It was freezing, Trevor was walking around in the end, shivering. An eerie silence filled his surroundings. Abbigail and Saxon had been nowhere in sight. He looked around nervously, he felt like somebody was watching him. "Abbigail", he called. "Saxon", he tried again. Trevor hated the feeling of breaking the threatening silence around him.

Trevor rushed into the End Castle. He called their names again, his voice echoing in the empty halls. Trevor's heart skipped a beat, when he heard footsteps on the floor above him. "A-Abbigail, S-Saxon where are you". Trevor creeped up the stairs.

Saxon was laying against a wall on the far end of the room. Trevor rushed towards him. Saxon looked at Trevor, his eyes half closed. Trevor lightly pushed Saxon into a sitting position. Saxon let out a grunt of pain and Trevor noticed a bleeding wound stretching over his stomach.

"Who did this to you?", Trevor gasped, his voice thick with worry. Saxon pointed behind him with a bloody hand. He quickly turned around. A figure covered in shadow slowly walked towards him. He rapidly searched through his inventory looking for his sword. The figure walked into a ray of light revealing themselves as an ardoni from the Sendaris clan, but their face remained hidden. They had little armor-pieces protecting their arms and shoulders.

Trevor fumbled his sword into his right hand, afraid of what the Sendaris would to himself and Saxon. The ardoni drew out a large diamond mace. They rested it on the floor, one point touching the wall. As they walked it made a terrifying screech as they dragged it behind them. Trevor was panicking as they got closer and closer.

He fastened his grip around the sword. Trevor lifted his weapon and charged forward aiming for the ardoni's stomach. They blocked his sword with the armor and quickly turned to kick Trevor against the wall, punching the air out of his lungs. As Trevor fell to the ground gasping, the ardoni slowly walked toward Saxon. Trevor fought to get up, but it was too late, they lifted their mace and stabbed Saxon. Trevor gasped in horror. The ardoni turned to face Trevor. He felt a sharp cut to his chest.

PART III

A COLD WIND

A blizzard was raging in Northwind. The streets of Hailstone were completely empty. The moon was shining brightly. The pale light flowed through the iron bars in Hailstone's prison. A tall figure, dressed in a flowing black and rust-colored cloak was standing in their cell looking at the snow hurling by outside.

A lonely guard roamed the long halls of the prison. He stopped to look at the person looking outside. They walked towards him, their face covered by a large hood and a mask. The guard drew out an axe, preparing for the worst. The moonlight reflected of a little knife in his belt. "What's going on?", he asked the person. When they didn't answer he walked closer to their cell and looked inside.

Suddenly the person burst toward him and grabbed him by the collar. They pulled him so close to the bars that their faces almost touched. His face was covered in fear. The person snook their hand in between the bars and grabbed the knife from his belt, which he didn't notice.

The guard stumbled backwards as they loosened their grasp. He breathed heavily and rushed up the stairs to gather the rest of the prison guards.

The person took the knife from their inventory and carefully picked the lock. The door creaked open, and they stepped out. Loud footsteps filled the air as more guards rushed down the stairs. The guards looked at the person who was standing there with the knife in their left hand. Their yellow eyes glowing in the dim lighting, only slightly visible under the edge of the hood.

They looked on as the guards charged towards them. The person easily dodged the guards' blows. They stabbed one of the guards and picked up the guard's axe and flung it into another's chest. Suddenly a guard grabbed them from behind and forced their sword to the person's throat. "You won't escape", the guard hissed into the person's ear. The person quickly grabbed his sword and kicked his ancle. The sudden blow caused the guard to stumble backward and loose control over the sword. With the sword now in their possession the person swiftly killed the remaining guards.

Their footsteps echoed in the long empty halls as they walked out. 

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