Epilogue 1

In a village surrounded by golden fields. There is a house made of bricks and wooden. There is a woman sitting on a rocking chair near the porch of her house. On her lap is a young girl with auburn hair. Her cheeks were rosy. Her smile seems as bright as the golden wheat’s around the village. The chair rocked. The young girl that was about the age of three or so lovingly purred as her blue-haired mother speaks of the tale on the book that has pictures drawn by ink.

The woman with blue-hair told her daughter the tale of the book. As she does a man with the same hair as the little girl approaches the house. The man had strips of white on his head. He carried a simple long sword. He wore a simple doublet with an image of a grain. The young girl saw the man approached. The little girl smiled, the edges of her lips reaching her ears. The woman smiled lovingly as she saw the man enter through the small wooden gate.

The little girl could not help her excitement as she sprang from her mother’s lap. She, with little steps, ran towards the man with striped white hair. The man kneeled on one knee. He opens her arms as the young little girl leaps into his embrace.

The little girl purred, she rubs her rosy cheeks at the man. The man with striped hair kisses the little girl on the forehead. The woman with blue-hair walk gently towards the two, her skirt fluttered. She tugs her braid as she looked at the two with kind eyes.

The village was peaceful. Peddlers pass by and watch the sweet scene. A few people who knew the three smiled as hearts were filled with warmth. The days have been at peace. The peopled enjoyed low taxes. And any malicious creatures or humans were purged by the Empire of Light that has turned their attention to peace. The death of the non-humans made the world strangely peaceful.

This village surrounded by golden fields felt the peace. A guard sleeps on his guard. A peddler walks with his gold at hand, not fearing itchy hands. The western fields have been at peace. With the war on the continent of old quelled. They could only feel a strange peace.

The three people in the house made of wood and bricks were part of this peace. The man, with stripped white hair on his head, is a warden. People knew him for his abilities to deal with any malicious. He was a strong magician and a fierce fighter. The lord of the village also liked the man. Not because of his talents but because of the bread that he and his wife made. They welcome the man and his wife in this village.

They disappeared for a while but returned in one single day. Ever since then the man and the woman didn’t leave. They live their lives in the village at peace. Now, a little young girl has joined their life. The man and the woman loved the little girl. And the villagers adored the little girl brimming with optimism.

The three enjoyed talking on the porch of their house. In the distance a woman with long golden hair watches. She was worn out. Her armor was tattered and the cape she wore had dirt and cuts. The woman’s eyes were filled with jealousy. She looks at the ‘peace’ before her with disdain.

This woman ambled towards the house. The man with auburn hair noticed the lone woman in worn clothing. He felt something was wrong. The woman with blue hair felt it too. She eyed the man and she took the little girl inside the house. The woman with long blonde hair saw the woman go inside. She went in front of the house. The wind blew her tattered cape.

“Stop, who are you?”

The man knew the face. It was far older but he knew that face. He knew that beautiful face ever since the academy. He had seen that blonde hair and many have praised that face. He heard stories of the woman even in this village. The tales of the leader of the crusaders and how she has ridden to the eastern tall lands to see the beautiful sunflower fields. So how could she be here in this remote village surrounded by golden fields?

“You know me.”

“I don’t.”

The woman bit her lip. She thought that maybe he really doesn’t recognize her. So she took something out. She took out her sword that even this man should have seen once. He recognized the sword of Astra. It was chipped and worn but he knew of it. The bearer of the sword made an impression on him. And there was no way that there could be two swords.

“What happen?”

He slid his simple long sword back. He let his guard down and asked. The woman smiled, she entered the threshold of the fence through the gate and lowered her hood. Her blonde hair was revealed. A bitter expression was plastered on this woman. She was old and very tired. Her eye bags were thick. Her smile was that of a tired woman that has seen it all.

“It is a long story.” She said. “So let me show you instead.”

A medallion in shape of a crystal ball appeared on the palms of the woman. The crystal ball lit and their images of a strange world came upon. The man stood still as he felt he was drag into a world filled with chaos. Unlike the world, he has lived for the past three years happily. This world cried out in despair. The lands were charred and the dead spread. And above the skies lies a giant structure made of metal. This metal structure has a strange portal and in that portal lies creatures of unspeakable horrors came out. The vision of the world so ruined by these strange creatures made him froze.

“What are they?”

Sensing that the man had his interest piqued along with his utter wanting to help. She opens her mouth and begins her story. A story of a world like this, yet different, a world that has succumbed to the chaos of evil that came from the sky.