Untold Legacy

[Zell]

As the sun shined brightly and day was somewhat perfect, a man was standing infront of a statue while reading some acient text from a book. The statue started to shake and crack began to show. The man was near finishing and blue light was shining from the cracks. The man said the last word in the book and closed it. He looked up and waited for what happened. Pieces started falling off and a body was inside the statue. A bright light blinded the man and when it disappeared a man was standing there. The man looked up and said "Your here, your the legendary Khrono the Blue warrior." Khrono looked down at the man and said "I have returned." Khrono stepped off the pedestal and walked up to the man. Khrono knew just who the man was and he said "Isis my old friend it seems you have said the spell that free's me and my friends all at once from our statues. It seem Demetri has returned and we are needed once again."

[Red XIV]

The statue of Ifaylna Rovan began to shake. Blue light appeared out of the cracks in the stone. The priestess and her two servants, kneeled before the statue of the legendary hero, which stood in the middle of a small pool of water, in the main hall of the Water Temple of Asgard.

Within seconds, the beautiful Ifaylna, stood, naked except for her jewelry, which glistened off of her fair body, before them. One of the servants stood up and fetched Ifaylna a robe. As the servant walked off, the priestess stood up and bowed her head.

"O Beloved! You have returned from your long slumber! Demetri has returned to stalk the earth again!" the priestess said. Ifaylna nodded, her long hair, splayed over her shoulders, shifting.

"Demetri...Do you know anything of the others, Priestess?" Ifaylna asked. The priestess shook her head.

"We've had no word from the other lands...however, news of Demetri's evils have reached Asgard, as of late." the priestess answered. "Demetri has begun his reign of terror, again. He has captured, tortured, and killed many citizens of the world!"

"I see." Ifaylna said, solemnly. She stepped down from the pedestal, moving gracefully through the water, her feet barely making a splash. Ifaylna was a beautiful woman, with lovely brown hair and glowing eyes. The servant returned and handed Ifaylna the robe. Ifaylna fastened the robe, loosely, and looked back to the priestess.

"We must prepare. Send word to the others that I have awakened." Ifaylna ordered. The priestess nodded and gestured to one of the servants. The servant nodded and hastily left the chamber. Ifaylna waited.

Meanwhile a small town bursts into flames. From the flames comes one of Demetri's creations of the past. A shadow.
"What is my purpose? You've lead me on these raids for a week! Why do you ask of me to attack innocent people?" The shadow recieves his answer, "If you want me to answer then you must fulfill my demands" A few arrows fly through the dark creature wounding him slightly. Shadow looks to his left to see mere boys trying to avenge thier lost parents. "Haha! You attack me with sticks?" The shadow mocked. "Then you should see this" The shadow pulls out a black sword and rushes toward them. The boys fired another set of arrows but all missed the agile darkness that was rushing upon them. In a matter of seconds they were dead.

"I don't like this....I don't like this at all"
The shadow put away his sword and left the smoldering remains of the small village behind him. "Bring me seven crystals shadow. You know what you'll be rewarded" The voice coaxed

"I have three. Where do I find the other four?" The shadow asks
He continues in search of the crystals the voice demands from him. His destination clear....Asgard

[Atma-Noah]

Within the smog covered land referred to as the dark continent laid a small village. This village housed a chapel. Within the chapel rushed the many cultist who were busy with their daily rituals. Near the alter however was something unusual.

A statue of a beautiful woman. The fine marble like stone made the statue seem alive. Her hair was perfectly placed. Her bangs parted to the right side of her face while the rest of her hair was pony-tailed. Even her clothes were detailed to the last stich. The slit on the left side of her skirt showed the perfectly smoothed marble like stone once again. Her long sleeved undershirt showed only through the opening of her tanktop and out from the shoulders down. Truly a work of art.

One cultist was induced by the beauty and stood there mouth gaping enticed by the statue. If she was only real. He thought as he drew closer.

As the cultist approached something miraculous took place. The fine marble like stone turned to beautiful flesh. Her hair became black, her eyes blue, Her lips a lush red. Her material on her clothes took colour. Her tanktop and skirt became a jade green. Her undershirt a deep purple. A long deep breath entered her as she began to breathe.

"Where's my sword." She asked the man who stood before her. His look of surprise not hidden from her view. He quickly ran off down a hall and could be heard making his way to a room. Upon his return he handed her a sword.

"It has been sometime my old friend." She said pulling the blade out of its sheath. The sword would also be considered art. The pommel on the hilt shown a bright yellow. The blade gleamed red. The cultist reached forward to touch it but was halted by the woman's words.

"Don't touch the blade."

The cultist shook his head in disbelief. He could not believe what had just taken place if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes. His body shook with nervousness. What was he to do. A legend that had been passed down through the cultist had just came true. It was said that four monsters were sealed in statues seven hundred years ago and would be released to wreck havoc throughout the land. As the man ran yelling for help. The woman had fitted her sheath on her belt.

She began to walk towards the exit but soon the sound of many feet made her stop. The cultists rushed into room and was lead by a man in many robes. He halted the rest and pointed at her. "YOU SHALL NOT DESTROY ANYTHING MONSTER." His voice was horrid, hoarse and raspy. The woman however seemed unaffected.

"I'm Brin. Nice to meet you too."

With her words came the cultists. They charged towards her all at once. Instinctively her left hand found its way below the hilt holding her sheath. In one motion she clicked the sword out of the sheath with her thumb and her right hand clenched the hilt. She ran to meet them. In one swing two feel. As she brought the blade back towards her another two fell. Slashing upwards she caught another. Turning she came down on another. Thrusting forward through another two she smiled. Her skill hadn't gotten all that rusty. Pulling her blade back out she swung wide felling another two. She stepped forward. Swinging her blade to the ground. She dispatched another. Turning back towards the exit she leaned forward and swung catching three. As her right arm brought the blade to her side she formed a barrier around herself. Just in time to deflect the blast from the leader.

"Shameful satire must be taught I suppose." Her words had met the leaders ears the same time her blade impaled his chest. She stood there in pose for a moment while the man drew his last breathe. She drew her sword out satisfied with her sword dance. She cleaned her blade off on the leaders robes then made her way outside.

Hazroth was the closest to here was it not? Who knows how much the world has changed since seven hundred years ago. I shall make my way south towards Hazroth then. I think that's what was agreed upon. I would meet whoever was in Hazroth and then we would make our way to Asgard.

With her new resolve. Brin made her way southward. It would take three days before she would reach Hazroth. Finally after walking the day away she could see Hazroth in the distance. Hunger and thirst had begun to take their toll and as she walked on, but she collapsed. Hopefully whichever of my freinds are here will find me....Brin thought before passing out.

[Zell]

The sun was shining upon Khrono's armor and his sword. There was no wind today so, it would be easy to cross the sea. Isis's grey eyes showed everything that he had been through in the years. "My old friend I can't believe you survived this long. How did you keep alive for 700 hundred years?" Khrono said amazed that Isis was alive. Isis looked at his friend and smilied and said "I have managed to live this long because of a spell in my book." Khrono's stomach started rumbling and he fell to one knee. "It seems I am mighty hungry from being in the statue. Would you mind getting me something to eat?" Khrono said in pain from his stomach ache. Isis smilied and said "Come let's get something to eat."

Isis helped Khrono up and helped him walked. Khrono was kinda heavy but, Isis managed. As Isis walked Khrono to Magen's eating shop, people were staring at Khrono and talking about how he saved the world with help of three others, and how he was the best. Isis and Khrono stepped intothe shop and Isis said "Megan bring out some food for Khrono the Blue Warrior." Magen made some food and brought it to Khrono.

"Thank you." Khrono said as he ate all the food. Khrono like he had never eaten in his life. "Slow down my friend or you will choke." Isis said smiling. Khrono finshed the food and said "That was great Magen." Isis and Khrono stood up, ready to go to the peir. Khrono would be leaving to go the closet continent right now. "Isis I'm leaving for the Darkness Continent to get Brin. She will need my help and you know how much I have fallen in love with her." Isis nodded and pointed to his ship down at the pier.

Two men in black cloaks were standing on a building and one of them shot a arrow at Khrono. In one quick motion, Khrono blocked the arrow with his armor and shot a ball of blue energy at the arrow holder and killed him. The other man in a black cloak jumped off the building and pulled out a greatsword. he swung the greatsword slowly and Khrono was already standing behind him. Khrono was the fastest out of the four legendary guardians. Khrono put the man in a chokehold and asked "If Demetri has sent you then, tell him that Me and my friends will kill him and whoever else stands in our way."

The man nodded and started to run. Before he could get away, a dark ball of energy went flying through his heart. A dark voice then said "Khrono my most hated rival. You may be strong but, I will kill you and your friends. Come to Asgard and be prepared to die by one of my stronger warriors." The dark voice disappeared and Khrono turned to Isis. "Demetri knows me and my friends are back. I must leavfe right away for the Darkness Continent and save Brin but, she probably won't need saving. Bye my old friend." Khrono said as he ran to the ship and got in. There was a bag with food in it and Khrono put the bag on his back. He untied the ship and set sail for the Darkness Continent.

One day later, Khrono arrived at the Darkness Continent. When he set foot upon the land, a three dark knights ran up to him. "Foul beast, we will exterminate you for our master Demetri." One of them said. Khrono knew they were being controlled so, he would just knock them out. He disappeared and reappeared behind the first one and knocked him out. He did the same for the last two. Khrono continued his walk and saw Brin lying on the ground. Khrono ran over to her and said "Brin get up because i know your not dead." Khrono picked her up and started walking to the ship.

[Red XIV]

The servant reentered the chamber. She had sent out riders to the other continents to bring word of Ifaylna's reawaknening.

I wonder if the others have awakened... Ifalyna thought.

The priestess, Osira, the chief priestess of the Water Temple, was a young woman of about 20, with long blond hair and glowing blue eyes. She wore traditional robes that clung to her body.

Osira gestured to a door to the right of the chamber.

"O Lady! You have not eaten in ages! We have prepared an marvelous feast for you! Come, you must eat!" Osira urged. Ifaylna nodded and walked to the door, with Osira and her servents and her side. They entered the Dining Hall.

In the Dining Hall, a long table, with a decorated chair at the head, was laden with many foods, from all over the world. Chicken, potatoes, berries, corn, ham, salad, spring water, ale, everything your heart desired.

Ifaylna sat at the large chair and helped herself to a bowl of soup and salad and a glass of spring water. Osira and her servants waited. After Ifalyna finished eating, she rose and began to speak.

"I must ready myself for my journey. Where are my clothes and weapons?" Ifaylna asked. Osira nodded.

"We have kept them locked away in the cellar. Penelope, go fetch them for her!" Osira said, sharply to one of her servants. The girl, Penelope ran off, to fetch her supplies. Ifalyna began to speak again.

"Go ready a horse for me, priestess Osira. I must leave at once!" Ifalna ordered. Osira nodded again and one of her servants ran off to ready her horse.

After a moments wait, Penelope returned with a jewel-encrusted chest. Ifaylna opened it to find her things.

Her holy javelin, God's Messenger, was waiting inside along with her white dress and belt. Also, her winged boots, created from Pegasus' feathers, also was inside the chest.

Ifaylna took off the robe and put back on her white dress, which showed off her lovely legs. She then fastened her jewel-encrusted belt around her tight dress. Then she tied her boots on. Lastly she picked up her javelin and stood before Osira, like an angel.

The servant girl, Penelope took the chest away as the other servant came in, horse ready in the stables.

"Your horse is ready, Lady!" the servant said, with a bow. Ifaylna nodded.

"I wish you luck on your journey, Lady! Stop the evil Demetri for us!" Osira said. Ifaylna nodded and walked off towards the stables.

In the stables, a white horse, saddled and carrying supplies, was waiting for her. It was Ifaylna's horse, Tanith. Ifaylna mounted and rode out of the temple, towards Hazroth, to check on her companions...

"Finally" Shadow enters the streets of Asgard. "I would rather not kill anything. Lets try a thief approach."
Demetri answers without concern in his tone, "Having second thoughts of fullfilling your task?" A few people notice Shadow and quickly walk away frightened by his strange apperance. "No I am not. I just don't want to....let everyone know I'm here"
Demetri laughs "Sure. Anyways take a rest. It appears that those responsible for your demise are coming here. They'll pose as heros. But in truth they are here for the crystals you need to aquire. They will even kill you for them in order to obtain them."
The shadow enters an Inn and pays for a room with stolen gil. Shadow starts going up to his room a moment later. "Then I'll have to kill them first. How will I take on four?" Shadow enters his room listening to Demetri reply "You cannot die. But I will have something special for you to escape in. Just so they don't get the crystals you have."
Shadow lies down on the neatly made bed. "I've got an idea. Just tell me where the item will be" Shadow pulls out his Dark Blade and examines it. "I'll use it in my own plan"

[2ndPower]

For the first time in seven hundred years, Rail's heart beat. Flecks of stone and flower petals cascaded off of him as the blood rushed through his veins anew. He breathed, and blue light coursed all along his body. He moved, and life came to him once more. He looked around. He was indoors. He didn't recall being indoors when the spell was cast on him. He appeared to be in some sort of temple, and there were throngs of people face down in front of him. They were all breathing, so at least they weren't dead. Rail walked up to the one in front of all the rest, and poked him with a big furry finger.

"Y-yes, my lord?" came a wavering voice.

"What be all this?" Rail asked, a bit of a deep growl in his voice.

"We are your followers, the Railites. Is everything not to your liking?"

"Why?"

"Why, m-my lord?"

"Why does Rail have followers, and a temple?"

"Because you are the great White Tiger, Rail De'Ser'Kau, savior of all that exists."

Obviously not getting the answers he wanted from this man, he walked over to where his statue used to be. There was something etched in the base: Here stands Rail De'Ser'Kau, master of all the lands, waiting for when the land shall need him again. All that is owes him their lives many times over. All those that follow the path of evil, beware the day he awakens!!!

The inscription was obviously aged, and had probably been placed there soon after he had been put to sleep. Rail had a feeling his brother had something to do with it. That thought brought on a pang of sadness. His species was extraordinarily long lived, but seven hundred years would bring most natural beings to their grave. His brother, if by some miracle he had lived this long, would be unbelievably ancient, and his son, having only half the Blood of the Tiger running through him, would probably be long gone. Rail only hoped that one of those two had had children, to carry on the Tiger tribe. He turned back to his followers.

"Rise," he said, and they stood shakily. He walked to the head of the cult. "Explain to Rail, follower, what has happened while Rail was sleeping."

"Hundreds of years ago, our religion built a temple to shelter you, and devoted themselves to your service when you awoke. We plan to follow that tradition."

"Tell Rail what happened with all the lands, human."

"Umm... well, the population has kept growing, there have been several wars, but the major kingdoms remain the same as they were seven hundred years ago. There have been some new inventions.... but I suppose none of that concerns you. All the other legendary warriors have awakened, you're the last one. I assume this means the land will be cast into peril once more?"

Rail nodded. "And what happened to Rail's forest?"

"When you didn't awake after all the other warriors did, Lord Morgus assumed you weren't going to come and siezed possession of it. The land of Morgus is having its tournament in the colosseum today, and the victor recieves control of your forest."

Rail, enraged by this, roared. The sound resonated off the walls of the temple.

"Bring Rail his effects." the great White Tiger growled.

His clothes, gear, and weapons were placed before him. He outfitted himself, then pulled the hood of his cloak over his head. Now appearing little more than a nine foot tall green cloak, he turned to leave.

"My lord?" the religion's head interjected. "Wh-what do we do now."

Rail paused for a moment, then pulled a small seed from his bandolier. He held it in between his hands for a moment, and a crystal flower blossomed from it. He handed the flower to the head of the religion.

"All of you, tend to Rail's forest. It's more important than most anyone knows. Rail will contact you through that flower if or when he needs you. For now, Rail will take his forest back." He set off for the colosseum.

Durren was feeling pretty good right about now. He had just finished the last round of the tournament, and proved himself to be the strongest out of all the lands. With his sword, he had slain soldier, mage, and beast alike. Now, it was time to recieve his accolades. Lord Morgus, ruler of the kingdom of Morgus, stepped up to him. Durren bowed deeply. Morgus turned to the crowd, and shouted: "I hereby proclaim Sir Durren champion of the Morgus Tournament!!! Sir Durren is now officially recognized as the greatest warrior of all the lands, and as a prize, I hereby award him sole possesion of the Forest of Rail, to do with as he pleases!!!"

"That forest is not yours to give away!!!" came a reply. The crowd was shocked into silence. Nobody opposed Lord Morgus. Morgus turned to Durren. "It's probably just one of the followers of Rail." he said.

"I shall prove my might once more," said Durren. "No follower of a false religion shall dare defy you and get away unharmed, my liege."

Morgus smiled, and turned to the crowd. "Very well!!! Dissenter!!! If you wish for the forest so badly, step forward and fight for it!!!!" A figure under a bright green cloak that was too large for him stepped forward. Whoever it was was quite broad, but was only about five feet tall. "This will be easy." Durren said as he stepped forward. He continued to evaluate his new opponent as they both walked down towards the arena ground. He was carrying to obvious weapons, a spear and a bow, both vastly oversized. In fact, everything that could be seen of this man was larger than what it should be.

As soon as they both touched the ground, Durren rushed forward, swinging his sword. The figure reached out with a massive, black and white arm, and caught the blade of the sword in between his claws. The figure then opened his cloak with his other hand, revealing the figure of Rail himself, crouched to disguise his size under his cloak. Rail then stood to his full height, half again as tall as Durren. Durren, in a state of shock, didn't even try to dodge as Rail swung his free hand into a punch at Durren's chest, creating a dent in Durren's armor that made it very difficult to breathe. Durren was knocked back a few feet, and Rail stepped on him, preventing him from getting back up.

"The forest is Rail's. Fool lord will relinquish control. Now." Rail said.

"Y-yes!! I will!!! It's yours!!! Just leave me alone!!!" spoke Lord Morgus.

Rail stared at Morgus for a while, then turned and left. He needed to hook up with the rest of the legendary warriors if they were to fight adequately, and Asgard, where Ifaylna was put to rest, was nearby. Hopefully she'd still be there, but if not, he'd at least be on her trail. He pulled his cloak around himself, and left.

Blood ran down his sword, as he ran through the last of the knights that had attacked him and the twelve other survivors from the shipwreck. However, at the end of that battle only seven men were still standing. As the other knights buried the dead Kross approached one of his foe’s bodies. The mutilated body of the one he had struck down laid on the ground in two different places. Kross approached the torso of the knight which was spewing blood, and guts from his abs onto the sandy beach of the Dark Continent. Kross reached down and unstrapped the breast plate on the body revealing a blood stained insignia. After a few moments of studying the insignia, Kross realized that the men he had just fought were the knights of the Dark Lord, Demetri the man who terrorized all, seven hundred years ago.

“So Demetri’s back to terrorize mankind once again,” these were the word’s that raced through Kross’s mind.

“We need to get back to Hazroth to warn our brothers that Demetri has returned,” Kross screamed to the rest of the Knights who had been shipwrecked with him.

“What, are you mad? Kross, Demetri has been dead for several hundred years,” Stazren answered.

“I understand that Stazren, but I’m sure even you remember the edict that he gave before the four legendary warrior’s killed him. The one where he said he would return to our world to seek his vengeance. It doesn’t matter we need to get back there anyways. It’s only about a two day trip from here.” he retorted.

After about a day and a half of traveling they reached a small town. The shipwrecked knights had stopped to catch a breather when a barrage of arrows filled the sky lodging themselves into three of Hazroth’s knights, including Stazren. An arrow had shot through his armor lodging itself in his neck. All Three of the men were killed from the arrows. After the arrows reached ground, a group of native mages and warriors sprung from the bushes to engage Kross and his brothers in hand to hand combat. Kross ran up to the closest warrior and slashed him in two. Then another came up from behind him. Kross was able to block his attack with his sword, and twirled the sword getting behind his enemies blade and sliced his arms off. Now a mage was coming after him, the mage released a fireball at Kross. The fireball made a head on collision, except it wasn’t Kross who was in the collision but the armless man.

He ran to the mage and slashed an x into his chest which created an explosion as the marks were made. Now turning back to the body of Stazren he caught three more warriors with his blade. His blade caught another from behind him as he jammed it into the man heart. Kross had spotted three archers behind some brush, so he pointed his sword in that direction and gathered some energy from his sword and released a shining beam of energy in that direction, destroying all three men and a few trees. The last member of the gang started to escape on horseback after seeing what Kross did, but Kross had managed to get on the back of the horse and split the man’s skull in with hilt of his sword. At the end of the battle he was the only one standing. After burying the dead he head south on horseback until he came to an uninhabited boat.

[Zell]

Before Khrono could carry Brin to his ship, the ground started to shake and loud foot steps could be heard. they got louder as the things got closer. Khrono could tell what the things were now. "Demetri is foolish to think these slow, and stupid creatures can stop me." Khrono said with a smirk. One troll was brown and the second troll was green. The brown troll slammed his gaint club at Khrono and Khrono jumped out of the way with Brinin his arms. He sat down against a rock. He ran at the brown troll and the green troll swung his sword at Khrono. Khrono jumped over it and landed on the blade. Khrono ran up the green troll's arm and he cut it head off. It's body fell over and Khrono jumped off of it and landed on his feet. The brown troll caught Khrono with it's club. Khrono was sent flying into a boulder and it broke into pieces. Khrono pushed pieces of the boulder off of himself and stood up while blood ran down his forehead. The blood ran on his lips and licked it off. "I haven't tasted my own blood in a long time and it's quite refreshing." Khrono said as a large amount of blue energy was being charged into his hands. He put his palms side by side and launched a large beam of blue energy. The green troll was eradicated and Khrono walked back over to Brin. He picked her up and walked back to the boat. He noticed a man standing near the boat and Khrono asked "Who are you?"

[2ndPower]

"You forget old comrades so easily, blue one." said Rail as he calmly took a large bite from the buck leg he was carrying. Stepping forward, he pulled back the hood of his cloak and stood to full height, revealing his unmistakable visage.

As Rail was walking on his way to Asgard, he came upon a traveling group of Demetri's knights. Overhearing what they were saying, about some sort of information for the Dark Lord, Rail decided to track them, instead of looking for Ifaylna, to discover what was so important about this information. He came across one of his followers, and sent them to Asgard with a message for Ifaylna. He had no idea if it would reach her, but at least he tried.

The group had come upon Khrono's battle largely by accident, it was simply in their path. However, they did not have time to join the melee, as Rail finished them all with his bow as soon as they saw the battle, preventing him from finding anything more about this information, but also preventing the battle from escalating. Rail had calmly walked over to the ship as Khrono finished the battle, hoping to discern what was inside.

"Bleeding, are you? HAH! Blue Fighter has grown soft in his years of stasis!" Rail teased. "And that one, too!" He said, eyeing the unconcious Brin. "Rail is as strong as ever!!" He thumped himself on the chest.

All of a sudden, Rail's ears perked up.

"Someone's coming." He said.