A man walks down the long temple hallway. His slightly ripped red T-shirt and green pants looked very out of place in the elegant hall. Sweat made his ginger hair and stick to his forehead. His name was Decclan. He was a priest to the god Mianite. He brought with him a message to the temple. He knocked on heavy wood doors.
"Enter!" a deep voice boomed from behind the door. Decclan pushed the door open. Mianite sat on a large throne at the end of a hall. His glowing white eye scanned over Decclan. He stumbled forward towards the throne.
"M-my lord.. I have b-brought forth a m-message," Decclan stuttered. Mianite looked at him, now interested.
"Oh? From who?" he asked. Decclan gulped.
"Your brother," he choked out. Mianite's eyes widened. He gestured for the priest to give him the message. Decclan put the paper into the god's hand. Mianite carefully read the page. He looked up, scrunching the letter in is hand.
"Assemble an army. We need to be prepared," Mianite boomed. Decclan nodded, scurrying out of the room. Mianite rested his head in his hand. "Dianite, what are you scheming this time?" he muttered under his breath.
Little did Mianite know, the five heroes he needed were all about to cross paths, because of one girl, Ianite.
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Warriors (OH HOLD)
FanfictionThere tells a legend of two gods. Mianite, the orderly, hardworking god, the "hero, and Dianite, the trouble making god, the "villian. The legend tells of the two gods and their rivalry, despite being siblings. It tells of good triumphing over evil...
