Malum Astra

Chapter 1 - Moving Out

[LANVI AFI]

I will admit it. I am frustrated. Infuriated. Outraged. Furious and most importantly angry. Why? Well, so decided, 'why not just explore the crash site of the meteor?'. I did and because of that I have to go around the world, defeat some monster and save the universe. What happened? Well, the universe chucked some boulder near our town, plagued the land with it and the Terra Guardian needs a kick up it's butt so it does something to help. I should probably introduce myself.

My name is Lanvi Afi. I live in a village called Vill (creative, I know) which is in the country of Gajil. I study magic and sword... ic. Swordic... Why not? I need something to cheer me up. Now, the best way to describe me would be awesome. Which is why everyone who has ever described me are terrible with describing things. I have short, brown hair. Nice blue eyes. A cool, light shade. My body is medium weight. Not fat like Ingus (ex-warrior, married a very good cake decorator) and not thin like Stickus (cursed to be thin as a stick). I'm slightly tall and have a total of around zero big muscles. But hey, I'm smart. So, I have a brain the size of a planet and they make me wake up some lazy guardian which is guarded by a powerful (and very, very cliched villain) dragon. Probably a princess somewhere or a random, even sorcerer. Every myth seems to have that.

Knowing how much the villagers hate me, they probably just wanted me gone. Impaled on the dragon's teeth or burnt alive. Probably just wants me to move out so they can get my cool, self-built mansion. I think I set security to high alert. I think I also forgot to tell the people that. Who cares? Well, I do. They hate me. Guess what they gave me to save life, the universe and everything. Something so powerful... Not. I got a loaf of bread from a sympathetic baker. I have to rely on my own sword. My own knowledge of spells. Dare they teach me a powerful, destructive, cool spell? Nope. My sword is also made of iron. Not the strongest in the world. Or the country. Or the village.

Iron is easily broken, weak against too many types of armour and fabrics and overall as useful as a stick with spikes sticking out everywhere. They couldn't even bother to give me a sword made of TigIron which is slightly better than normal iron. Thinking about it now, those people are jerks. Oh, and the loaf of bread actually tastes nice. If nice was an antonym of wonderful. Twas a jest. It is tasty.

So here I am. Up on a hill, eating the loaf of bread (I was very hungry) for breakfast when I see a figure dash from the corner of my eye. I look right and see a young looking girl running towards the meteor site. There's something magical, enchanting about her. She gets out a mug and have a quick drink of a black liquid before going into the crater. I get up and leave towards the Terra Region. A long, probably going to be tiring and dangerous adventure.

I could glint get the mysterious girl out of my head though. I had one more look at the figure who had long blonde hair, braided hair going on both shoulders. She seemed peaceful, innocent. Well, until a green aura surrounded her. She now looks dangerous. She turns to me. Piercing, gold eyes looking straight at me. I ran.