Realm of Realms

Chapter 4: The Declaration of War

The Guardians were put on notice, they have already proven themselves to King Ellis, and the Kingdom of Atharia, but the ultimate test would be the world of Gaia.

Back at the kingdom however, those Guardians needed much deserved rest and sleep for the trials they had endured.

No matter what celebration happened earlier, everyone, every Paladin, Berserker, Wizard, Gunslinger, needed a rest.

In the Paladin's house, Jordan, had made himself home, digging up old posters of the late 2019, a time where he had loved the most before his life in 2021.

He decided to go to sleep, along with everyone else in the house.

Deep within his conscious's though, he had begun having dreams, flashes of different aspects of the world around him.

He wandered around an endless dark corridor, noticing multiple doors both opening and closing. The one door to his left, lit a bright light underneath.

Intrigued, Jordan opened this door, giving way to another dream.

The Paladin wandered along a battlefield, one that looked all too familiar to him.

There a man stood before him. It appeared to be what could look like King Ellis leading the entire Atharian army.

They all clashed head-to-head with a brood of dark soldiers clawing at the other fighters on the ground.

Behind them, was a creature of pure darkness. Its evil grin beamed across the battlefield, ruffling the feathers of the men running.

Just then, four men appeared on the horizon, all piloting a giant vehicle. Pristine and shining, its coat of paint white, blue, and red.

It looked like a mounted tank coupled with a few dozen manned railguns.

One of the operators, fired off a concussive blast, illuminating the grass around it with a stream of glowing white energy. The shot penetrated the creature, fracturing the armor protecting it.

Suddenly the entire room went dark and faded away into another room.

This time the room showed before Jordan a silhouette of a dark, crimson being standing on a cliff, looking towards the two moons.

She took off her horned helmet, revealing a dark purple colored hair. It flowed so smoothly in the moonlight.

The woman turned to him, reaching out it's hand out for Jordan to grab it.

As the being's hand crept closer and closer to Jordan, sudden whispers surrounded him.

"Don't worry, just follow the plan, and we'll be together soon,"

The two then kissed, and the room glowed pink. Behind them, an explosion sounded, erupting the land beneath them.

And then, the dream subsided.

Jordan awoke, confused, dazed, with more questions than answers.

He woke up, sweaty and confused.

Randy walked in, tired, as he is holding a basket of armor from the Forge.

"Morning, Paladin," he said. "Oh, and the king told me he wanted to see you at the palace, it sounded quite urgent."

Jordan raised an eyebrow, but following this, he went through his closet for something to wear.

Courtesy of the royal family, a pair of clothes was already ready for him.

The Atharian style of clothing was a mixture of urban streetwear and the royal sigil, branding them soldiers of the light, mixed with the kingdom colors of blue, white, and yellow.