Saga Of The Celestial Warriors

DAWN OF THE BLACK HEARTS

Prince Hilbert Ygdrazz White was wandering the royal library in search for an ancient book or scroll that could clarify the whereabouts of an island, actually a more specific dark place he had seen in his dreams. This ancient island hid gigantic stones where important secrets of the black arts were recorded. Hilbert was plagued by a series of nightmares about the end of the world, strange elven writings on gigantic black stones located on a black island he never could imagine before in his life. He hadn't slept well in a few weeks. Something in his mind told him that it couldn't be just some kind of coincidence.

His interest was urgent, as the soldiers of the kingdom, the members of the Bear, the Octopus, the Eagle, and the Wolf Brigade had captured cultists with unknown symbols marked on their bodies. The Wolf Brigade had some of the best Rangers and messengers in the kingdom of Whitecastle and is, with merit, widely recognized inside and outside it. Unfortunately, all those who were captured alive strangely had been burned to death or devoured by an evil dark miasma provided by these odd body inscriptions. This is a type of black magic used to prevent secrets from being revealed, forbidden ancient and hidden magic.

Hilbert is nineteen years old, the iris of light gray color, almost diamond like, a height of about six feet, with slender and delicate face, but with large defined muscles and short light blond hair, always combed back. His skin is very pale and never changing its tone even if exposed to sunlight. His face had such smooth and harmonious proportions that made the girls to die for a single kiss of him. His clothes were preferably black or brightly colored, as this helped to give color to his eyes and pale skin, but that night he moved incognito through the shadows thanks to a hood and dark cloak that was covering his entire body. He moved smoothly through the huge solid wood shelves and corners of the royal library at the Whitecastle palace. Upon reaching the wing next to the site that contained Elvish scrolls and books, Hilbert thought that language and ancient literature classes had been a great waste of his time.

On one shelf were placed the manuscripts of the legends of the foundation of the kingdom, but he did not know the exact whereabouts of that specific shelf. However, he knew that if there was any clue about the black island from his dreams and the big stones with inscriptions, they would probably be there in the library now shadows cladded the polished ancient rocks.

"I think I must be close, because this is the book session that is in the elvish language. Some writings on the black monoliths resembled the Elven runes, I guess. Better to wait for Jørgen Ir." Hilbert thought to himself as he stared the section. His thoughts wandered through many other negative possibilities for the outcome of his dreams and presentiments.

"If these damned dreams are a kind of omen sent by the gods, I will need to act as quickly as I can! This can be a threat to the fragile peace of this already troubled world. Each action will be decisive." says Hilbert looking at the books.

Another shadow marched slowly across the giant darkened four-story library, which contains books and scrolls by writers from the seven kingdoms of the Northern continent and beyond. The other presence in the library was that of Lord Jørgen Ir Yürgddraz. He was a wealthy, aristocratic gentleman who came from a very old Whitecastle lineage. This House of Lords have always sit on the right side of the throne, supported and advised the monarchs and their children in any decision made, even if that was not in accordance with their traditional and nationalist ideals. Although all of these political characteristics could attract hatred from some sectors of the kingdom, the lord was an extremely reliable person towards the royal family. For this reason, and for his passion for books and unusual and foreign languages, the prince had invited him to that dark place in that late hour. His beard and long gray hair, arched posture and reading glasses kept a figure of wisdom on the old lord dressed with his finest robes.