Salvation of Evil Born: The Beginning

Akadia: The Tale of Two Brothers (A Brief Tale)

Akadia, yet another plane in the endless realms that consists our universe. It was, is, one of my more fonder moments in my travels. It was there that I met true bonds, bonds that were constantly pressed to breaking points. However though, the Tale of these two brothers of the Demon-Wolves? Twas much more than anything that I had ever been graced to witness.

Time was not kept by hours, minutes, nor seconds. It was kept by cycles of the stars, a much more sophisticated means than humans could ever hope to achieve. Herein lies the magnificent kingdom of Akadia. Built by the two brothers: Iccur and Shaero, the two were complete polar opposites. Iccur, born a warrior, impulsive, and hot headed, he led the army that which consisted of six legions of demon-wolves. Shaero, known as the brother of wisdom and knowledge, is the more calm and collected of the entire clan.

An interesting bit about the demon-wolves. They are all roughly the same build: roughly five feet tall sitting, ferocious, and all have red eyes constantly having a thirst for blood. Their fur color are of two, either black or brown. The Brother differ from the others, and that is what sets their royal bloodline. Shaero is of pure winter snow white, whereas Iccur's is of the darkest of black.

The entire clan's history was filled with all the imagination could view. The lore filled bookcases in the immense library, thousands upon thousands of books. That history shall be told at a later instance in these series of tales.

The brother's parents, the King and Queen were powerful and just rulers, very benevolent indeed. Assassination attempts were becoming a nuisance, eventually the elite guard squad were required to bring in an outsider... Yours truly.

My duties involved using my magick to place barriers specifically designed for the clan's exit and entry. One of many duties to be performed. I witnessed the The Birthing ceremony of the young pup brothers. Details, I would rather not explain... Yet another ritual for them as well, a protective bond was cast upon both sons. Except Shaero, I was required to place a secondary barrier upon him. He required protection for the safety of his mind, as it was decided that his pure white coat exhibited the mark of the wise king.

As they grew, I was dubbed with the additional duty of training these pups into the royalty the kingdom required. Iccur was a quick study to the ways of combat. However, even though Shaero was combat capable, his specialty consited more in the realms of arcana. They both eventually growing to the point where the barriers could be removed. The King decided against it until it was time for them to share the throne. Their mother had agreed as well, due to her love for her children.

As they fully matured in their forms as well as their crafts, an unfortunately event had transpired. Their father, The King, had been assassinated! The news flooded the kingdom, all chaos had been unleashed. Of course, they assumed the outsider was the sneak. That outsider of course being me. The entirety of the clan came towards me in malice absolute. Well all, except Shaero, he seen through the veil that brought forth the illusion of betrayal.

Even though I had the faith and trust of the future rulers of Akadia, it was however, my time to go. The brothers were prepared, ready for their newfound position, it was their responsibility to handle the internal matter of the assassination.

After our parting of ways, I had returned to the realm of Earth. My home.