The Seraph's Amulet: The Search

Prologue

Cries echoed throughout the land of Krean as bloodshed and terror has befallen to its once peaceful and beautiful land. Brother against brother, warrior against warrior, and magic against magic, just to take one amulet. It was an amulet that held the future of the land, the source of all power. The greed of one became the death of many and the chaos to Krean. Now, a land full of hatred and angst because of the greed of Maximus Grimm. He longed for power, power that only the Seraph’s amulet can give.

The Order fought to keep the innocence alive, to bring back the peace. The Order, the ones vested the duty to protect the Seraph’s amulet, the gift of the Angel to a group of creatures to maintain balance and goodness to Krean. From a chosen few, now to an army, and a great protector family.

 Many perished and many had fled the now forsaken land. Creatures big and small, non-magical and magical tried to escape just to flee from ruins of what was once their home.

Fear was not the only reason to leave that world. There was a far greater reason why Erionelle had to leave. It was the Order that had forced the youngest of them to leave with the greatest responsibility. She was ordered to take the amulet as far away from Krean as she can to protect it from the hands of evil just until the war was over.

On the night that she had to leave, the Order gathered in their Sacred Hall to give their blessings. The oldest one tucked in a strand of her auburn hair behind her ear and took her hand. Her hand, clasped into a fist, trembled within his touch. It was obvious in her expression that she had fear within her heart. Her eyes seemed darker than its usual caramel hue and her blush cheeks were now a pale white with her back turned away from the fire that lit the great hall.

She stood still and the old man opened his mouth and he spoke. “There is no need to fear young one, for even if your duty is great, the heavens smile back at you”.

He smiled meekly and attached a cuff on her left wrist. It bore the insignia of the Order. It was a shield with a sword in front of it standing like a cross and behind it were angels’ wings. It was not the first time she had seen it because she had grown up with that symbol all her life. She kept her gaze on her cuff when she suddenly heard the old man cough to get her attention. Her gaze moved from the cuff to the golden eyes of her master, who was once a great young protector like her. His eyes glinted as the light from the fire hit his eyes making glow even more. His hair, once a light shade of brown has now turned gray. Master Aelric was no longer the strong protector he once was, she thought to herself. But, he still emanated greatness and power.

“Now it is time to bestow unto you the Seraph’s amulet,” Master Aelric spoke. She broke off from her thinking and listened intently to his words. “Fear and evil will come after you but you must believe. If pure faith is in your heart you will not fail in your duty.” He continued as he handed the box to Erionelle.

The box was dark and velvety, with silver engravings that projected real craftsmanship. Its lock was still of silver crafted into vines showing no sign of a keyhole or any means of untangling the silvery vines that locked it. She looked puzzled, and as she was about to ask about it Master Aelric spoke once again.

His voice was calm and so was his expression, he was just like talking to a granddaughter. “Your heart is your only key. Find it in your heart and your heart will show you power.” Erionelle did not really understand what he meant but she inculcated it into her mind and heart.

The moment Master Aelric finished speaking, a portal appeared before them like a sudden burst of flames. It was a spherical shape with different colors, as if a swirling rainbow. Erionelle stood in front of the portal with Master Aelric beside him, her clutching dearly on the most sacred amulet which she has sworn to protect with her life.

The Order pulled out their swords from their sheaths and raised them to show their blessings and support to her. in unison they spoke, “May the spirits of all brave and great protectors, be with you, until you be with us again”.

Her auburn hair looked like it was blown by the wind as she stood near the portal. She was confident enough and as she was about to step into the portal when someone embraced her from behind. She did not have to look to know who it was but she did anyway. She did turn and saw his ashy gray hair and his gray eyes. He gave a smirk creating wrinkles beside his eyes. This would be the last image she’d have of him in her memory, she thought. She gave him final hug goodbye, his white skin under her arms. Everything was quiet until the clashing of swords and the sound of stomping and hooves broke the silence. He suddenly pushed her away from her making her fall into the portal. All she could see were silhouettes creatures in battle and weapons clashing as she drifted farther and farther. His touch was her last memory of Krean, her home that she will never be able to see.