Awakening The coming storm.

Chapter 1 : Seeds of Hatred

Hundreds of years after the fall of the golden age the world of Asariya finds itself in a struggle with an ever growing power struggle between the realms and the inquisition. The Awakening said to be a major force of power and magic lies dormant and has not been seen for hundreds of years until now. As the world slowly slips into chaos as old hatreds are rekindled, the inquisition steps in to enforce order onto the realms as they begin to slip into their old habits of war and conquest , but a new force enters the game. A dark knight by the name of Urdazien wanders the land in search of power to return Malthael to the realms. With the other realms distracted by needless conflict and war the wheels of fate begin to turn again as Urdazien begins finding the pieces he needs among the conflict. But the Awakening, a mysterious entity of power, returns in the realms darkest hours. The wheels of fate turn again and this time the one who is chosen to wield such power is a boy no more than eighteen years old , born of a low born cast and a mockery of his clan. His father awaits trial for using powerful magic , although he was once seen as a powerful battlemage , an era of inquisition rule has tarnished his reputation. As the family awaits word from the Stormblade clan on his trial, this lowborn boy practices his sword skill , hoping to be a stormlord one day just like his father before his fall from grace. In this journey the boy shall learn that the most powerful source of pain comes from the ones we love. But the ones we love and care for can also be the most powerful strength in our arsenal in a world lost in ignorance and misguidance.

And so the story begins.....

" Remember hold your fist tightly , a loose grip will allow your foe to disarm you " father says as I feel the blade smack against my arm knocking the sword out of my hand as it clatters to the floor. I rub my hand and wince a little the blunt steel leaving a red mark on my hand. My hand throbs a little in pain as I go to pick up my sword.

"Again ...." My father says as he looks at me with those stone cold blue eyes and grizzled beard. Those eyes soften as he gives a little smirk and takes a stance , as I grip my balde and take a stance as I give a smile back. This time I am ready as he lunges at me with a successful "clang" of the swords I manage to parry his blow and he comes again and again but stands firm watching and parry every angle as i feel the force of are blades connecting. As we shuffle across the room he presses me to a corner , his blade strikes true this time dislodging my blade from my hand. But as the blade tumbles through the air he leaves himself open.

I have only felt this spark of energy and only for shorts amounts of time , my mother is worried it was something terrible brewing inside me and my sisters but father and the Storm elders declared it was a blessing that my father's genes for strong storm magic had been passed to me and Stormia herself had blessed me and my sister. At that moment I felt that rush of raw power as lightning crackled around my fingers and in those few seconds I side stepped him at the right moment and incinerate the blade with my bare hands. I watched my father get knocked to the ground as he looked at me stunned. We both set their for a moment and stare at each other before my father burst out laughing , brushing off his shirt from the grey powder that was once metal and looks to the broken sword.

" One day you will make a fine Storm Lord Luke , but remember you powers are a gift use them wisely " He gently walks over and pats my head, As i flex my hands the crackling of lighting beginning to cease as I look at my father.

" Is this .... Is this normal father ? Everyone seems so on edge about me and Carries powers ? others seem grateful will others despise us. " I say looking to my father for reassurance worried by how these powers might affect me.

" Everyone is afraid of things they don't understand Luke but Stormia blessed me with this divine lightning" he says flex his arms and shows his own control over the magic of storm. " it is a gift , The essence of storm is a calling, a flow of power to punish the wicked and restore the current. Look at how Storm powers are cities and streets , Storm is power and will of an untold proportion my dear son , But stormia teaches us to never harness it , Lightning is free flowing and volatile the more you try to contain it the harder it is to control it. Walk your own path my son , Carrie will find hers and you will find yours in time. " My father says with a big smile as he rubs my head