Doomsday Warriors: Dawn of the Guardian

By D.C. Corrigan

Markus, a champion of the Guardian Knights and hero of Kadema, is a legend among the inhabitants of Anastia. He is a man of conviction, who above all things, believes in freedom and justice. He earned his renown during the Guardian War, a terrible conflict that brought abo

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• Release date: Oct 28, 2022
• ISBN: 9781639455256

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Doomsday Warriors Dawn of the Guardian

Copyright © 2022 by D.C. Corrigan

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DOOMSDAY

WARRIORS

DAWN OF THE GUARDIAN

D.C CORRIGAN

Contents

Dedications

Archives of Anastia

Currency:

Calendar Year:

Techniques:

Laws of Moraj:

Doctrines From Across the World:

Other Interests of the World:

Factions and Armies:

Languages and Numerical Systems

Maps

Banners

Animals

Swords

Images

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Dedications

I would like to dedicate this book first and foremost to my brother, Matthew, who put a lot of effort and time into helping me make everything amazing. His faith in myself and the story helped drive my ambition and made it possible. I’d also like to dedicate this book to my wife, Tasha, my sons, Payton and Logan, my family and my friends, all of whom inspired and encouraged my work.

I would also like to give a special thank you to you, the reader, for your interest and support. Thank you from the bottom of my heart!

In Loving Memory of Forrest Corrigan, my family, and a fan who believed that the world of Anastia was awesome.

A rich tale of sweeping lore and epic battles through a well- imagined fantasy world.

Wally Jones, Author - Sam the Chosen

A story that ebbs and flows with riveting characters. Intrigue… adventure… the intricacies will keep you turning the page. A debut novel of a master storyteller.

- C. Dawson

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Archives of Anastia

*Taken from the Library of Kirin through various sources.

**All information contained within is for the purpose of knowledge and posterity.

***As of the Common Era (After Azod or A.A.) all information contained within is still relevant within all known lands and civilizations.

Currency: There are four different types of coin that are used with various values.

Danti – Pure copper coin. **Same name plural**

Bizil – Silver coin, encircled with copper. **Bizils when plural**

Turgoy – Silver coin, encircled with gold. **Same name plural**

Onti – Pure gold coin. **Same name plural. Commonly referred to as a gold coin**

Value in comparison:

10 Danti is equal to 1 Bizil coin.

20 Bizils is equal to 1 Turgoy coin.

40 Turgoy is equal to 1 Onti coin.

The coins were named after the Founders of Etinaan (Danti), Moraj (Onti), and Merico (Turgoy).

The last coin was named after the famous explorer of the Artolias Sea, Lan Bizil.

The name Artolias is derived from the Ancient Language which means vast.

Calendar Year:

There are 14 months in the Anastia Calendar Year, for a total of 422 days per yearly rotation around the planet’s sun. Every month is named in honor of the Fourteen Angels who guard the Hereafter and the Overseers.

Akum – The beginning of the Calendar Year. Winter Season (30 days).

Kaza – Winter Season (31 days).

Upurg – Winter Season (30 days).

Verni– Spring Season (30 days).

Ligil – Spring Season (30 days).

Wronna – Spring Season (30 days).

Qest – Summer Season (30 days).

Fana – Summer Season (30 days).

Kota – Summer Season (31 days).

Nides – Summer Season (30 days).

Janaja – Fall Season (30 days).

Baga – Fall Season (30 days).

Vunik – Fall Season (30 days).

Dagji – The end of the Calendar Year. Winter Season (30 days). ** Each day is 22 hours long.

Techniques:

Techniques are obtained through natural hereditary gifts and a deep understanding of the knowledge that surrounds them. The level of advancement of each Technique depends on the person using it. Furthermore, some are unattainable for certain individuals regardless of how much effort is put into acquiring their usefulness. Techniques are broken down into different categories, making them easier to catalog.

Swiftness Techniques – Enhances speed and reflexes considerably.

Healing Techniques – Helps user heal ailments of both the body and mind. The Cell Regeneration Technique is a part of the Healing Techniques, which is used by Master Knights to retain their youthful bodies for hundreds of years.

Will Techniques – The user’s will is enhanced and is able to be forced onto life or objects.

Illusion Techniques – Uses the art of deception through various illusions.

Battle Techniques – Strengthens resolve and boosts physical strength and/or skills, such as focus.

Mind Techniques – Uses the mind as a weapon. For example, such as telepathy.

Elemental Techniques – Uses the elements of the world in both a defensive and offensive capacity.

Energy Techniques – Allows the user to use energy as a weapon, but can also be deployed as a defensive strategy, such as in the use of an energy barrier.

Illumination Techniques – An extension of Energy Techniques. The user is able to feed energy into a source in order to illuminate dark places.

Life Technique – Allows the user to sense life around them and, if skilled enough, at great distances.

Dark Techniques – A forbidden form of Dark Arts that can be used to pervert the natural laws of the world.

Light Techniques – An ancient technique once used to fight the Shadow. It is commonly used by the Knights of Irik, one of the only groups to understand its true purpose.

Laws of Moraj:

The Gazans hold nature and the cycle that it plays on the world in the highest regard. As such, laws were written to ensure that nature and balance remain a part of their heritage throughout the ages.

Law 1: No Gazan shall ever use anything other than what is produced by their own hands.

Law 2: All of nature is precious. To dishonor nature is to dishonor the Gazan way.

Law 3: He who builds his own home with his own hands lays claim to it forevermore. No Gazan can take from him his home, unless by choice of the owner himself.

Law 4: To murder your fellow Gazan is a perversion of the Gazan way. A Gazan who takes the life of another unjustly, forfeits his own from society and will be forever shunned.

Law 5: Nature is meant to heal the sick. Anyone who uses nature to poison or harm will live the remainder of their days in solitude.

Law 6: The use of the Dark Arts is forbidden.

Law 7: Love your neighbor and honor him as you would your own family.

Law 8: To serve others is the Gazan way. Never turn away those in need.

Law 9: A thief has no place among the Gazans.

Law 10: A wife is to honor her husband as the husband is to honor her.

Law 11: Disputes settled can never again be brought before the Master Gazan a second time.

Law 12: Hunting for sport is an insult to nature. Honor all life.

Law 13: No Master Gazan can ever bear children as long as he holds onto his position. No Gazan can be given the title through blood ties. He must prove his worth and be chosen by his predecessor.

Doctrines From Across the World:

Treaty of Dukurn

Signed by General Arkin, Master Councilor Rykin, and several other high- ranking members from both Nodis and Kadema, the Treaty of Dukurn was put into effect following the death of High General Luxius and brought an end to the Guardian War. It demanded the unconditional surrender of the Exiles and called for the release of prisoners of war from both sides. It also brought about harsh conditions against Nodis, some of which included the right to monitor all political and military activities within any land at any given time and gave Kadema the right to place troops anywhere with or without notice. The treaty was signed in Etinaan and would further fuel the hatred that many in Nodis felt against Kadema.

The Trinity of Flame

The religious doctrine of the Phaizians that teaches how all of those of Phaiziar should live their lives in dedication to the Flame, which brings life and civilization. The teachings also serve to give each Phaizian a purpose. The whole civilization is dedicated to their faith, their devotion to the Flame; their god, Rokkoron, who gave them the gift of fire after he took pity upon them.

The following is a verse from the religious scrolls:

Let it be known that no life can exist without the Flame. He who questions this truth is laying the foundation for his very destruction. Woe onto the unbeliever as his very existence is seen as a wicked thing. Just as Rokkoron gave us the Flame, so too, did he give the gift of truth and life. Through this came Unity to those who were blessed and Ruin to those who refuse to follow!

-The Trinity of Flame, Chapter 1, Verse 1 & 2

Will of the Light

The teachings of the Knights of Irik. Their power is centered around the

Light, the natural enemy of the Shadow. Their belief in the Light was passed down onto them from their ancestors who had fought against Zanathar and had created a means of stopping both him and his dark influence. They passed on what they had learned to their offspring and Apprentices, who continued the tradition throughout the ages.

Other Interests of the World:

The Hereafter

A religious belief of life after death. It is taught that when someone dies their essence travels to a plane of existence beyond the stars, and it is there that a person is judged for the life they have lived. The rulers of the Hereafter, known as the Overseers, takes the person’s essence and transforms it into the deceased’s likeness as they had been in life. From there, the spirit is sent to one of three places; Paradise, The Halls of the Hereafter or The Lost. Paradise is reserved for those who lived a truly selfless life dedicated to helping others and putting the needs of many in front of their own. The Halls of the Hereafter is where many go to for eternity and is a place for those who have lived good, honest and honorable lives. The Lost is meant for the cruel or truly malicious soul. Those who are sent there are doomed to wander alone forever in the Never-Ending Fog. The teaching of the religious belief is known as the Faith of Mantan. The original Temple of Mantan stands in the land of Khandra.

The Angels Blade

This powerful symbol of justice and hope was crafted by the Mericonians during the waning months of the Guardian War. It is made of Alakoy Alloy, the strongest metal in the world and was dipped into liquid gold, which gave the sword its beautiful, golden shine. A stunning and rare Attribute Stone, blue in color, was then placed into the hilt. The stone’s natural power was enhanced by the strength of several of the most powerful Master Knights, including Markus and Rykin, after they transferred a part of their essence into the stone through an ancient Technique passed down throughout the generations of Knights. When it was given to Prince Tanor of Khandra the life within the sword merged with his own and forever linked his bloodline with the sword. The weapon was inspired by the Angels of the Hereafter, who, according to the Faith of Mantan, bring hope and justice to those who believe in them.

Attribute Stones

Very rare and colorful stones that can be found throughout the world. Each stone is unique and carries an essence of its own which can then be transferred to the wielder. The stones each have unique properties that can enhance many different attributes of both the mind and body. However, not every stone is alike, and some can also hold more power than normal, which can overwhelm and endanger the untrained or the careless. The origins of the attribute stones are a mystery and little, other than what they can do, is known about them.

Other Interest of the World (Continued):

Reverse Stones

A paradox to the Attribute Stones, these stones have the exact opposite effect on those who are near them. They can dull a person’s senses and rob them of their ability to use Techniques of any sort. Like Attribute Stones, little is known about them other than what they can do.

Kliskan Bluff

The most popular and well-loved card game in all of Anastia, it is a game of both skill and luck. The goal is to be the first to hit 15 points by either adding or removing a figure from the total number in your hand. The game consists of different rounds and the first to win five is considered the victor. Bets are made before each round begins. A tie will result in a sudden death match. Each player is handed one card and whoever is given the highest value wins the round. The game is extremely popular with high-stakes gamblers.

Horkon Races

Horkon Races are considered one of the oldest celebrated sports in the world. Dating back three hundred years before the time of the Great Civilization of Azod, horkons were considered the perfect racing partner for riders. These Equestrians quickly gained fame and fortune as they competed to become the best racer in the world. The races, their popularity and the traditions that went with them were passed down to the Common Era. Each one consists of twelve laps around an oval track. Depending on the type of race, water, hurdles, or other obstacles may be added. Each lap around grants points to every racer. They vary in range from 1 through 12 and the points awarded depends on each Equestrian’s position per lap. First place is given the most points while last place is given the least. At the end of the race the points are tallied up and the racer with the most is considered the winner. 20 races make up one annual racing season and the person with the most points at the end of it is considered the Season Champion. If there happens to be a tie, then those who have done so move on to an additional race(s) until only one can be declared a victor.

Factions and Armies:

** Aside from the militaries listed below, each land throughout Anastia also has their own private military and/or militia(s).

Guardian Knights

The Guardian Knights are the protectors of Kadema. They serve the people and carry out law and order throughout the many lands of Anastia. Though they are not often wanted in Nodis, there are times when they serve the people there as well. They are often called up as both soldiers and peacekeepers. They were originally formed by the Knights of Krenton, as a means of carrying on the legacy of their teachers once their time in the world came to an end. This occurred after the fall of Azod, and since then, the Guardian Knights have been seen as beacons of hope, justice and freedom.

The Code of Knights:

I swear, as a Guardian Knight, to uphold the values of truth and justice. I will be a beacon of hope for the downtrodden and shield for the innocent. I will hunt down the evils of man wherever it may be and snuff out its wretched existence from this world, thereby sustaining peace in my time. This I swear.

Knights of Irik & Lady Knights

The Knights of Irik and the Lady Knights are from the land of Irik. They serve as Guardian Knights of the North and serve in the same manner as their brothers and sisters in Etinaan. While the Knights of Irik stay close to home and only patrol the northern lands of Kadema, the Lady Knights are often brought to Etinaan to serve as teachers, caregivers and protectors of the young Apprentices in their care. Both the Lady Knights and the Knights of Irik are strong in the ways of the Light. The Knights of Irik once even fought against Zanathar and his Legion of Shadow.

The Creed of Knights:

I am a Knight of Irik. As such, I shall honor my land, my country and myself through the strength of the light and the will of my being. I will seek out those who bring harm onto this world and deal death’s justice to the perpetrators. I shall be a beacon of mercy to those in need and shall serve the innocent until my last breath. I am hope. I am the light. I am a Knight of Irik.

Koroon Elite Units

Established as a means of dealing with Guardian Knights, these soldiers are among some of the best in the world. They are completely obedient to their superiors and their resolve when it comes to protecting their home and beliefs, is unmatched. They are, loyal, ruthless and extremely effective in dealing with the enemies of Koroon.

Initiation of Honor:

In front of man and gods alike, I present my life in service to Koroon and the laws that bound our civilization together. I shall shed my blood in service to my people and nation, and if need be sacrifice my very life in service to those I am duty bound to serve and protect. Should I stray from my path, may I be forever shamed and known as a being without honor; for those who have no honor, shall receive no quarter.

Kademan Military:

The Kademan Military is the main force of the United Lands. They are disciplined, confident and have gained a reputation as being a successful military force. They are stationed throughout Kadema and have even been stationed in Nodis from time to time. While in recent years, they are not as battle hardened as Nodis’ military, they have still been shown to be resourceful and effective when called upon. The military itself is made up of every race of Kadema.

Oath of Service:

I swear to uphold the laws of the United Lands of Kadema. I swear to obey any orders given to me unless such orders conflict with the laws of Kadema. I swear to serve all citizens of Kadema in a manner befitting someone of my status, and I swear to always respect the rank both above and below my grade. Whether in times of war or peace, I swear to uphold the values of my country and the military and to never shame myself or Kadema through dishonorable actions.

People’s Military of Nodis:

The People’s Military of Nodis, also known as the Exiles, are a strong and united military force in service of Koroon and its allies. People from every walk of life have traveled to the capital city of Nodis to pledge their loyalty to the Exile cause and to uphold the legacy of their hero, Luxius. They are a well-supplied and battle-hardened force of military strength and endurance. They are thoroughly disciplined and obedient to their High General and their other commanding officers. They are duty bound to protect their land from harm and to put the needs of their citizens above the needs of all others.

Pledge of the People:

I pledge myself to the ideals and moralities of Luxius, Champion of Nodis. It is in him whom I trust, whom I honor, whom I obey. For if he should fall I shall honor his Chosen, so that all will see glory in his name. This I swear.

Phaiziar Military:

One of the strongest and most unique militaries in the world. They hold strong to their religious faiths and traditions. Their civilization is built around the Trinity of Flame, a religious doctrine that tells of the history of their people and their culture. They use fire as both a means of destruction and intimidation. Many of the soldiers are conscripted at the early age of fourteen, so that they can be properly disciplined and conditioned for military service. Each soldier is expected to obey their orders without question and serve the people of Phaiziar and their god, Rokkoron, without hesitation. Every soldier offers incense or other worthy offerings to their god before going on patrol or into battle.

Pledge To Phaiziar:

I pledge myself in service to Phaiziar. Our land is a strong land. Our people are a strong people. I am might itself. I am a servant of the Flame. I shall uphold the righteousness of Rokkoron and bring glory and honor to Phaiziar and myself. I shall bring the wrath of the Flame upon my enemy and provide the purification of its light onto my ally. I am the will of Rokkoron and the strength of Phaiziar. I shall not falter in my duties and I shall forever remain vigilant to any danger upon my land and be there to repeal it from my sovereign home.

Sunbringer Legion:

The Sunbringer Legion are the elite soldiers of Andion. They serve as a powerful reminder of Andion’s might and resolve. Many of the knights of the Legion serve as Royal Guards to the King and Queen of Andion. They are deadly, agile and extremely dedicated to their duties. They oftentimes patrol the city of Andion with their fellow soldiers, the Knights of the Midnight Order, and work alongside them to keep harm from their homeland. Every potential Legionnaire must undergo brutal and unforgiving training sessions before they can be counted among the best.

The Legion Creed:

We are many but fight as one. We are the tip of the spear and crusaders of law and order. We are as the sun; bright and burn with a fiery rage waiting to unless our wrath upon those who mean to bring harm onto our home.

**Part of the Creed, also serves as the Sunbringer Motto: We are many but fight as one.

Knights of the Midnight Order:

The Knights of the Midnight Order are the standard military of Andion. They are loyal to their King and to their homeland. They serve their people with honor and conviction and strive to uphold their code of ethics. Every man must serve a minimum of two years of service as a Knight once he reaches the age of eighteen. Through this, discipline and appreciation are maintained and the Knights are looked upon with respect and dignity by every single Andionian. The Knights of the Midnight Order earned their name, when upon returning from a brutal battle to protect their newly formed kingdom from an enemy raid, they were offered beautiful blue and purple roses by the women, as thanks for their service and sacrifice, at the stroke of midnight.

The Midnight Creed:

As the bell chimed out throughout the land, those beautiful maidens with roses in hand, does thou bring honor to the sacrifices made, so that all those who passed may not be forgotten. Yea, though their bodies have turned to dust, their legacy lives on through us. May the Knights of the Midnight Order remain strong, so that through the deeds brought about by the few, may be remembered by the many.

Languages and Numerical Systems

Maps

Banners

Animals

Swords

Images

A humble and courageous man, who had lived through both times of peace and war, sat calmly in his chair while he read his book. The man was loved by many and respected by most.

He was both a king and protector. He was a man who loved his people and his world. Despite the man’s age, his blonde hair and beard were only slightly touched by silver. His handsome features had also yet to be robbed by age. While he was enjoying his book, the sound of little feet pattering on the marbled stone floor of his palace caught his attention. He smiled fondly at the sound, and a moment later, three young children entered his study.

Grandpapa! They cried out with both cheer and excitement. The man rose from his chair as his smile grew wider. He knelt down and embraced his grandchildren while he smothered them with kisses. The children giggled and protested.

Grandpapa! Your beard tickles!

How have my little soldiers been? The man asked warmly.

Good! They replied, We missed you!

And I missed you all as well. The man looked up at the doorway of his study. Two beautiful women, one, the king’s wife, the other, his daughter-in- law, stared back at him and the children.

Enjoy them! said the children’s mother.

You know that I will, the man replied.

The women chuckled and went on their way. After they were out of sight, the king again looked down at his grandchildren, whom he loved more than anything.

Grandpapa, asked one of the children, Could you read us another one of your stories?

The man smiled. The children loved to hear their grandfather’s stories from his personal collection. He nodded and rose to his feet. He walked over to one of the smaller bookshelves and grabbed a burgundy-colored book. It was handcrafted and one-of-a-kind. The book held a special place in the king’s heart as it was a wonderful tale. He turned with the book in hand and walked back to the children. He took his chair and moved it to the nearby fireplace. The children gathered around him while he sat down.

I had thought that you’d want to hear another story, so tonight, I decided to do something different. I’m going to read you something that you’ve never heard before. This one is a story about the Guardian of Anastia.

Was he strong? asked the youngest child.

"Yes, not only in body but mind as well. He was able to do the impossible time and again.

He saved many lives, even at the risk of his own. He was very selfless."

How did he get so strong? asked the middle child.

The king smiled and opened the book. He was glad that the children were so interested. The story was an important part of the world’s history. That is something that will be explained, he replied as he took another look down at his grandchildren.

Are you ready? The children nodded eagerly.

Then let’s begin.

CHAPTER 1

Two beautiful twin moons shined down onto the world of Anastia. It was a vibrant and diverse world of two continents and vast oceans. The continents themselves were inhabited by many races and creatures, both big and small. On the continent of Kadema, in the land of Treen, a man stood alone on a balcony, staring at the many stars above. It was a quiet, peaceful night. The man’s name was Markus of Etinaan. He was a man of conviction, morals, and loyalty. He believed in honor and justice. Above all, however, he believed i n freedom.

He was a legend among his fellow warriors and comrades, the Guardian Knights. The Guardian Knights were the protectors of Anastia, the seekers of the cruel and the harbingers of peace. Many people from different races came to Etinaan, the home of the Guardian Knights, to train and earn their place among some of the best warriors in the world. Markus, however, wasn’t your average Guardian Knight. He was one of the greatest. He was a humble man of simple pleasures. That was why, while his friends were inside, enjoying each other’s company, he was outside. He stared at the beautiful scenery and the heavens alike.

The priests of the Hereafter taught that when a person died, their essence traveled beyond the stars themselves to a place where they received their Judgment by beings known as the Overseers. The Overseers transformed the essence into a spirit and sent it to its final resting place. Paradise awaited a truly selfless and self-sacrificing spirit. The Halls of the Hereafter awaits the honorable spirit. And for the cruel or selfish, a darker place awaited. Spirits of ill intentions were sent to the Lost, the place of Never-Ending Fog, where the spirit was doomed to wander forever, lost and alone. These teachings were a part of the Book of the Mantan and were taught by holy men across the world.

Markus didn’t believe in such a thing, but he could understand and appreciate the comfort such a belief brought the good folk of the world. As Markus’ gaze shifted to the twin moons, footsteps approached him and drew his attention from the sky.

Are you ready to come inside now? asked a familiar and beautiful voice, Or do you prefer not to eat tonight? Dinner is ready. The voice belonged to Angila of Etinaan, though it was once of Andion. She had left her homeland many years earlier and had sought out Markus personally. She had requested to be trained as a Guardian Knight, and Markus, seeing the goodness and potential within the woman, agreed. Markus had always been happy about his decision. She had grown strong over the years and was considered the greatest Healer Knight of Etinaan.

The man turned and faced his friend, a warm smile on his face. Dinner is something that I’m not inclined to miss, especially when it’s with friends.

Angila returned a smile of her own. You best come inside then, before it turns cold.

Markus nodded and followed behind his friend, eager to enjoy both the meal and the company.

The city of Treen. It was a city built by miners and survived by their families. Part of the United Lands of Kadema, it had stood proudly for generations. But that was going to change. High General Arkin, a Gazan unlike his kin, stood watching, waiting. The city, while quiet and peaceful, harbored a secret, something unknown to the people who inhabited it. To Arkin, it was something valuable, and it was something the general was prepared to kill for. Unbeknownst to the United Lands, who believed their enemies were scattered and powerless, the Exiles were still very much alive and ready to exact revenge.

Nearly one hundred years earlier, the Guardian War had waged in Anastia, a war that lasted for nearly two decades between the continents of Kadema and Nodis. It was a war that had nearly been won by Arkin and his allies, but the sudden and unexpected death of Luxius, the former Master of the Exiles, dashed all hope and morale. It was a terrible loss, which had cost Nodis the war. Defeated and without enough manpower to turn the tide, Arkin had been the one who had decided to surrender fully to the enemy.

Thus, he and several other high-ranking officers were forced to meet in Etinaan and signed the Treaty of Dukurn. It had declared the unconditional surrender of the Exile Military and demilitarized all remaining units. It also called for the release of all United Lands prisoners-of-war and released all Exile prisoners-of-war. It stated that Nodis would remain under constant surveillance on any activities conducted by the governments of Nodis or its citizens. The United Lands also reserved the right to deploy and station the military within any land of Nodis at any given time, with or without notice.

It had been a wretched agreement forced onto Arkin and his people. It had also infuriated most inhabitants of Nodis. However, with the people’s will tattered and Nodis’ armies decimated, there was little that could have been done about it at the time. Forced to return home and watch his people become slaves to Kadema’s military, Arkin had vowed to avenge his home and his people. That time had finally arrived. The plan was set, and all was going well. Arkin had slowly rebuilt the military and rekindled old alliances. Nodis’ revenge would begin on this night. He turned to two of his best soldiers. One was a beautiful female Gazan named Vixona. The other was a male Sagorn named Jakal.

Gazans and Sagorn were completely opposite, as far as their races were concerned. Gazans believed in the laws of nature. They shunned technology of the mechanical short, and they were the tallest of all races. The average male Gazan stands at six feet, nine inches. The female averages at six feet, three inches. They were strong too and could easily lift twice their body weight. Their most distinguishable physical attribute was their pointy-tipped ears, which complemented their features.

Sagorn, however, were a different breed completely. Not just physically but mentally. They were light in complexion with dark hair and even darker eyes. However, their most distinguished characteristic was their sharp fangs. They worshiped the dark arts and willfully practiced the taboo Dark Techniques. They thrived in the darkness, and thus, their homeland of Sagorn was covered in a thick, dark, twisted forest full of horrible creatures, molded over time by the dark practices of the inhabitants.

Are you and your men ready?

Vixona was the first to answer, bowing respectfully. Yes General. My men are ready and able to move out on your command.

Jakal chimed in immediately after his comrade.

As are mine, General.

Arkin nodded.

Then be off to it. You both know your targets. As soon as you accomplish your tasks, contact me immediately.

Both Jakal and Vixona acknowledged the General and went on their way. Arkin turned to another of his elite soldiers.

Krojel, be prepared to move your men out as soon as I give the order. I want our enemies to be dead before they realize what happened.

Krojel nodded. He was, by far, the most capable soldier under Arkin’s command. Cold, calculating, and cunning, he was more than willing to do his general’s bidding. Of course, it came easier to obey when it meant you had the opportunity to slay a people you despised more than anything. As a young man, Krojel had watched Lalandra Khandra cut down his father during battle. The boy traveled to the City of Koroon to join the Citizens Military of Nodis. He trained under another mighty general, Rajel, and quickly rose through the ranks as one of the best soldiers of the Exiles. Revenge was his motivation, and as Arkin and the others discovered, he was very motivated.

The man turned and exited the bridge of Arkin’s flagship, the EMCV (Exile Military Class Vessel) Lunar Mist. It was the strongest sea vessel of the Exile Navy. Outfitted with two main cannons capable of punching a hole through just about anything that could be built, as well as arrayed with dozens of multiple-firing cannons, capable of firing one hundred and twenty rounds per second, and built mainly of Alakoy Alloy, the strongest metal in the world, it was a power to be reckoned with.

Arkin returned his attention out the view port as his navigator continued toward the edge of the river which would lead into Treen. The ship came to a stop and waited. After several moments passed, Arkin spotted several Sea Carriers. Each one contained a team with their own task, but all had the same goal: the invasion of Treen. It would take a few hours to prepare, but nothing would stop the inevitable.

Markus sat between Angila and Lalandra, both of whom held a special place in the man’s heart. Lalandra Khandra was the third Chosen of the Khandra Bloodline, which tied her to the legendary weapon known as the Angels Blade. It had been a weapon forged by the Mericonians, brilliant craftsmen and engineers from the land of Merico, during the Guardian War. It was crafted as a weapon that would turn the tide of war for the United Lands of Kadema in their struggle against the tyrant Luxius and his band of military conquerors, known as the Exiles. During Kadema’s darkest hour, an honorable and courageous prince had been selected to wield the sword. As the Angels Blade itself had been given both life and intelligence through the use of Techniques and technology, it had the ability to read both the heart and mind of Prince Tanor of Khandra and deemed him worthy to wield it.

The sword, through the use of its extremely rare Attribute Stone, a mystical thing of power, heightened the prince’s senses, abilities, and attributes to a power far beyond the average being. The secret to the stone’s power lay in the hands of the Master Knights, who, through the use of Mind, Will, Battle, and Energy Techniques, poured their own strength into it, thus enhancing the sword beyond even what the Mericonians had expected. With the Angels Blade in hand, Prince Tanor rallied the remaining allies of the United Lands, fought, and defeated the Exiles and their master.

Tanor’s son, Shidon, was the second to carry the honor of wielding the Angels Blade. While he lived a life of peace, there was a time that he, too, had to carry the blade in the name of freedom and security. A band of disgruntled Exile fanatics, led by a charismatic human named Devon, waged their own personal war against the Guardian Knights in an attempt to get revenge for the Exile’s humiliating defeat and the death of their leader, Luxius. Though the group was able to cause some serious damage, some of which was irrevocable, Shidon and his friends had beaten the enemy and ended their threat permanently. During the time of peace, Shidon moved to Treen, settled down, and married.

In time, Shidon had a daughter, Lalandra, who grew into a strong and capable woman. When a race of fire worshiping humans, known as Phaizians, launched a surprise attack from their homeland of Phaiziar, nestled within the continent of Nodis, Lalandra was called upon and became the third Chosen One of Khandra. After the Phaizians successfully conquered Rune Coast, they believed they were now unstoppable, a beachhead having been established. It was this line of thinking that made them boldly attack the Mericonians. With the aid of Lalandra and their United Lands allies, the Mericonians were more than a match for their invaders.

Taken back by the ferocity and skill of their allies, especially Lalandra and a young Commander named Clegg Versowsken, the Phaizians retreated to Rune Coast. Lalandra and her allies pursued the invaders and pushed them back to Nodis, where a fleet of Exile ships waited for them. Believing that they had the element of surprise and superior forces, the Exiles opened fire onto Kadema’s fleet. However, like the Phaizians, the Exiles underestimated their enemy. They, too, were forced to retreat. The United Lands pressed forward and defeated their enemies, and thus, the short-lived Phaizian Crusade came to an end.

Between Tanor, Shidon, and Lalandra, the Khandra Bloodline had become legendary; just as important was the sword that the Chosen One wielded. The Angels Blade, the Golden Sword of Justice, instilled both awe and terror into the people of Anastia. Because of their actions, those who became the Chosen One were believed to be the greatest hope for the world.

Markus turned to Lalandra as she spoke to him.

What do you think, Markus? she asked, Do you think this is healthy for the baby?

Markus stared down at Lalandra’s plate, where a Drakkur Steak was. Why would it not be healthy? he asked.

It’s too fattening.

Despite Lalandra’s serious tone, Markus smiled. He put on his best sympathetic look and stared into Lalandra’s beautiful blue eyes. I think that a steak in place of all of your...healthy food will do you and the baby some good.

Lalandra let out a heartfelt sigh. Alright, she replied, Everyone else here agrees with you, so I’ll eat it just this one time. But no more until after the baby is born, deal? Everyone at the table chuckled. Lalandra quickly cut a piece of the steak and chewed on it hungrily.

Markus grinned. For someone who wasn’t sure what to make of eating it, you sure are gobbling that down pretty quickly.

Lalandra swallowed her bite and shrugged. What can I say? she replied, It’s been a while since I’ve had a good steak.

More chuckling came from the table. Angila grabbed a dinner roll and stared down at Lalandra’s belly. I’m curious about something, she said, Why didn’t you want to know what your baby was?

Lalandra smiled. Spyron and I wanted it to be a surprise. For a moment, the table was silent. Finally, Markus’ good friend, the Master Councilor of the Guardian Knights, Rykin, cleared his throat. He would have been proud to see how strong you’ve been.

Indeed, he would have, Markus agreed.

There was another long pause. Lalandra smiled sadly. I miss him. A lot.

Angila placed her hand on Lalandra’s shoulder. We all do, but he’d be happy to know how well you’ve done.

Lalandra nodded.

Markus smiled and stared into his friend’s eyes again. And I know your baby will do great things. I have no doubt that they’ll bring honor to you and Spyron and make you both very proud.

Jakal waited patiently in the shadows with a group of soldiers behind him. Somewhere to the north of his position, Vixona was with her men. Once she made contact, he would move. There were four military outposts in Treen, which housed lookout towers. Two were stationed to the south,

where the road to the city was. The other two were to the north, on the coast, where the seaport was located. The outpost that Jakal was assigned to capture contained the communication tower. He would take it down, thus effectively cutting off all communication to the outside world.

From there, he and the others would secure the outposts and cut off supplies and munitions to any military resistance. Once that was completed, Treen would easily fall. Jakal stared at the communication tower. It was arrayed with lights and several communication dishes. Several guards stood watch near the tower, but they were of little concern. The United Lands had grown soft over the past decade. The main reason behind that was the humiliating and utter defeat of both the Exiles and the Phaizians during the Phaizian Crusade. Even someone as ruthless as Jakal had been shocked by the brutality shown to his allies at the hands of the United Lands. They had grown tired of the Exiles constant challenges to their sovereignty, and they had not held back in showing it.

That reaction, however justified it may have been, had brought about more sympathy to the Exile’s cause, thus creating more soldiers for the Peoples Military of Nodis and more civilians ready to do their part for their kin and country. General Arkin had turned the people’s disgust and rage into a useful weapon, which was about to be unleashed. Jakal didn’t care about that though. His single desire was to sate his blood lust. He lived for violence. He craved the thrill of hunting his prey. Soon his desire would be granted. The Sagorn grinned, his sharp-toothed grin, in anticipation.

A soft beep from his wrist comm, an audio communication device, brought the Sagorn out of his twisted thoughts. He activated the comm.

Jakal here, he notified. Vixona’s voice came over the device.

Everything is ready on my end. General Rajel and Commander Krojel are also in place. We await your signal to attack.

Copy that, Jakal responded, I’ll report back once the tower is down. Jakal turned to his men.

Wait here until I give you the command to move in. Seeing his men nod, he turned and quickly, but quietly, headed toward his target. He stopped about a hundred yards from the outpost and peered through his scout viewer, a device capable of spotting distant people or objects. There wasn’t much activity within the place itself, though one of the towers was occupied. He’d have to move quickly, lest he be spotted by the enemy. He replaced his scout viewer with his dagger. The tip of it was laced with a special poison, which would paralyze and kill its victims within minutes. Of course, those last minutes would be the most agonizing moments of his victims’ lives.

He broke out at a dead run. Despite his speed, his steps were barely whispers echoing out across the cold, dry ground. He leaped gracefully over the thin metal gate covered in barbs. He landed quietly and skillfully climbed the outside of the tower. His speed was incredible, as was his agility. These, along with his other qualities, are what made Jakal the best assassin in the world. Even as a young Sagorn, Jakal had been both feared and admired. In his dark home, the Sagorn Temple, he had bathed in the blood of his rivals. They had been other students like him, all of whom had been there since their infancy. As the years progressed, Jakal had gained the favor of the Temple Lords, the greatest users of the Dark Techniques.

Eventually, Jakal had been permitted to train under a Sagorn named Shivas, the greatest and strongest among the Temple Lords. Shivas shared all that he knew with his pupil, quickly transforming Jakal into a living weapon and creating the most feared Sagorn in all of Nodis. When Luxius, a warrior and conqueror of unmatched skill, asked the Sagorn to join his crusade against Kadema, Jakal had been more than willing. He knew that as long as he remained by the side of such a great warrior, he would always have plenty of people to kill.

Jakal quickly leaped into the opening of the watchtower. Two men quickly turned in response, but Jakal was ready for them. He drove one of his daggers into the first soldier’s neck and tossed his other into the second man’s chest. He stared gleefully into his victim’s eyes as he choked on his own blood. Finally, when the man’s life was snuffed out completely, the assassin retracted his weapon from the man’s corpse. He glanced at the other corpse and grinned. That was two down, with a whole city to go.

He peered cautiously at the men below him. There were four of them, all of whom were oblivious to their enemy’s presence. They talked amongst themselves, then one of the men headed toward the outpost’s barracks. Indeed, peace had made these soldiers very sloppy. He watched and waited patiently until the fourth soldier was out of sight. Jakal leaped from the tower and landed in-between the soldiers. He ran his two daggers into the stomachs of two of the men. They both grunted in a combination of shock and pain. Before the third soldier could react, Jakal recovered both blades and simultaneously rammed them into the man’s lower jaw. Again, Jakal took great delight in watching his victim die.

He quickly moved into the communication tower building. Inside were two more soldiers. Both turned and quickly recognized the threat. Jakal threw one of his daggers into one of the men and leaped at the other. He threw his knee into the man’s face, knocking him back into the console behind him. The man grunted but quickly recovered. However, he wasn’t quick enough to dodge Jakal’s follow through. His dagger came down with a sickening crunch into the man’s skull, and the soldier’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as he collapsed to the ground. Jakal searched the console, found what he was looking for, and switched off the communication tower. He drove his daggers down into the sensitive equipment for good measure and activated his wrist comm. He opened the communication to Vixona, Rajel, and Krojel. This is Jakal. The tower is down.

Vixona waited eagerly for Jakal to contact her. Her lips quivered with anticipation for revenge against the United Lands. She thought back to the time when she had once been a staunch ally to her enemy. It had been a different time, a time of peace and prosperity for her people. The Gazans’ homeland was Moraj. It was nestled within the protection of the Silver Peak Mountains, which surrounded the naturally formed city. The only way into the city was through the huge wall, which connected the large gap of the mountains. The city was built within the forests of the land. Hundreds of thousands of acres of woods full of bounty and wildlife provided the Gazans with all they had ever needed.

When Vixona was young, a rebellion had broken out. The leader of the Gazans, Master Gazan Greeve, had become ill. His successor was a young Gazan named Gin. However, a charismatic Gazan named Kor believed that Gin was too weak and ignorant to lead the Gazans, so he openly opposed the Master Gazan’s choice. This had led to war among the Gazans for the first time in the history of Vixona’s people. She and her friend Arkin were close to Master Gazan Greeve and fought hard against their brethren to bring a swift end to the civil war.

Once Greeve had died due to his illness, Gin had taken his place. The Gazan had wasted no time in calling on the aid of the United Lands in their time of plight. At first, there had been bickering, but in the end, those who followed Gin agreed that they desperately needed the help. That was when Vixona had first met Luxius. The man had been impressive. He and his companions quickly turned the war in their favor. However, Luxius had lost those close to him, and it had affected him terribly. The man had begun to change. He turned from warrior to killer, hunting down the last remaining rebelling Gazans. He had been arrested by those he considered his friends. The Council of Knights condemned his actions, stripped him of his rank, and exiled him from their homeland. Angered by his mistreatment, Luxius had worked for years for his chance to exact revenge. Both Vixona and Arkin, who believed that Luxius was a hero, had forsaken their people and followed the man willingly. Vixona’s wrist comm beeped.

This is Jakal, the tower is down.

That was her cue. She turned to her men. Move in quietly. Kill any you encounter, but keep on me at all times.

The men nodded, and Vixona quickly headed toward the outpost. She waited, keeping a sharp lookout for the enemy, as her men tore through the metal fence. Once there was an opening, she took the lead again. She motioned for two groups to occupy the towers. The soldiers broke into their groups and quickly made their way up. A moment later, both towers gave the all-clear.

Vixona turned to her remaining men. Follow me.

The Gazan headed toward the barracks. The soldiers with her spotted two enemies and quickly used their suppressor rifles to take them out silently. Vixona then waited just outside the entrance of the bunker. Her men moved into position behind her as she carefully peered inside. Several men were sitting at their table, playing Kliskan Bluff, a game of both skill and luck. One of the soldiers whispered at Vixona.

We have the element of surprise, he said, Give the command, and we’ll handle these idiots quickly.

Vixona shook her head. No, she replied, I’ll handle these fools myself. She entered the barracks while her men kept an eye out for wandering soldiers. The men inside, so distracted by their game, hadn’t realized that they had an uninvited guest until Vixona was practically hovering over them. When the men did notice her, they quickly stood to their feet.

She stared seductively at the soldiers as they stared back with curiosity. You boys look like you’re having a good time, she purred, Do you mind if I join you? As one of the soldiers took a step toward her, Vixona threw her foot hard into the man’s stomach. He grunted, stumbled back, tripped over his chair, and crashed onto the ground. The other two soldiers went to retaliate, but Vixona was already on the move. She tossed an assassin’s blade into the chest of her first victim, then leaped over the table, wrapped her legs around the man’s neck, and plunged another blade into the man’s temple. Both men toppled to the ground, lifeless. Vixona turned to the man she had stunned. He groaned weakly as he slowly made his way back to his feet. He pulled out his military-issued combat knife and charged forward. He swung at his enemy, but the Gazan was too quick. Years of training and combat experience had allowed her to take on any opponent, regardless of size or strength.

Vixona stepped back, the man’s blade missing her throat by inches. The soldier attempted a second strike. Again, she sidestepped the attack, which caused her enemy to stumble forward awkwardly. He grunted in frustration, turned, and lunged at the Gazan again. This time, Vixona caught the man by his wrist and flipped him onto his back. She jerked the man’s arm violently, causing him to flip onto his stomach. She held her enemy’s arm in place as she brought her boot down onto his face. She pulled the man’s body up by his arm, instantly snapping his neck. She released his arm and headed back out the way she came in. Her men had been patiently waiting for her to step back outside.

All clear.

One of the soldiers, a female, who had witnessed Vixona’s scuffle, grinned. You sure have a way with rowdy men.

Vixona smiled back at the woman. You have no idea. She took the lead once again as she and the others kept hidden in the shadows. According to the intelligence Arkin had received, each outpost contained twenty men— two of which were officers. Her men had killed six in the towers, and she had killed three. That left eleven more. She needed to kill them and give the all clear to her comrades. She turned to her men. Two of you on me. The rest of you spread out into groups of three. Seek out and kill anyone you encounter. Report back in within twenty minutes on your progress. Go.

The soldiers saluted their commander and moved out, save for the female soldier who spoke earlier and a male. They followed the Gazan as she moved to the west side of the outpost. She searched for signs of enemy life. There, up ahead, was an administrative office. Vixona was willing to bet that’s where the officers were. She quietly made her way to the building, with her soldiers close behind. Vixona peered into the window. There were several rooms, but the building itself looked vacant. Vixona knew better. Even at this hour of night, there was someone in there. She just had to find them.

Vixona pulled out a small device. She attached the small metallic object to the window and activated it with a click of a button. The device hummed to life and glowed softly. A moment later, it began to heat the glass behind it. After a few more moments, it melted a hole wide enough for Vixona and her men to pass through. The device fell to the ground with the molten glass and deactivated. Vixona passed through the opening first. She quickly looked around and motioned for her men to follow her. She quickly walked toward the first room and opened the door. It was empty, save for your typical everyday office equipment.

She quietly shut the door, and as she headed toward the next room, the door opened and out stepped one of the officers she was looking for. He was a young lieutenant, with blonde hair and dark eyes. He immediately noticed Vixona and the others and drew his pistol. As he aimed it, Vixona kicked his hands up. The man fired a round into the ceiling. Vixona cursed in her native tongue. That was going to get everyone’s attention. She threw another kick, dislodging the man’s weapon from his grip. She followed through with another solid kick to the lieutenant’s chest, knocking him to the ground.

The door of the adjacent room flew open and out stepped a second officer, a middle-aged general, and two other soldiers. Vixona’s men immediately opened fire. Bullets tore into the general and one of the other soldiers. Vixona ripped her dagger into her attacker’s stomach. He cried out and collapsed. The other soldier, who had been with the general, quickly retreated into the room, desperate to get behind cover. He peered around the corner and opened fire, striking the male soldier in his chest and leg. He yelped and fell back. Vixona leaped into the other room and out of harm’s way.

Man down! yelled the female soldier as she returned fire, striking the wall near her enemy.

Arkin would be furious if he knew how sloppy Vixona had been. The Gazan seethed with rage at her misfortune. She knew that Jakal would be laughing gleefully at her peril. She could almost feel his smug pleasure. She pulled out a blinding capsule and threw it. Watch your eyes! She warned her comrade.

The capsule flew near the enemy’s face as he attempted another attack. It exploded in a white flash, instantly blinding and disorienting the man. He cried out and stumbled back, rubbing his eyes in frantic desperation.

Vixona went on the offensive. She ran up to the man and plunged her dagger into the man’s skull. He was dead before he hit the ground. Vixona turned just as the female soldier walked in the room behind her.

The other rooms are clear.

Vixona nodded. A moment later, her wrist comm beeped. Report.

This is team one. We encountered two soldiers. Both were eliminated.

Another beep came in. Report.

This is team two. We encountered three men. All were eliminated.

A final beep from the last team chirped. Report.

"This is team three.