A violent scream fills the once silent place. Soon a harsh sigh follows but it is once more interrupted by that violent scream. This continues for quite a while in a third noise enters the fray. A almost impossibly silent footsteps and yet their oddly noticeable even when they are being drowned out by the harsh screams. The footstep draw closer to the source of the sighing but halfway their they seem to stop and the unmistakable sound of a sword be drawn is heard. Then the once more this place is again silent. But that silence will soon be broken.

The room is not a room.

The place is not a place.

The location is not a location.

Here is the heart of the void.

It’s a land that can be all but nothing yet never truly anything at all. It is a mistake in the fabric of all things and worst then that in eyes of all life. But right now in this room that is not a room there are three forms of what some could argue count as life.

The first is a giant beating black heart. This heart is the source of the sighing and when one see this heart all but the most prideful are overcome by the feeling the all thing revolves around this heart.

The second the source of the screams. A now headless girl who roles in pain although she is indeed without here head. She is what was the source of the screams.

The third and final. Another girl but from her one feels nothing. No that not how one would describe it. Before this girl in rags all feels like nothing. At her feet is a sword. It’s a beautiful sword and it swells with power. And yet it is simply left at her feet no notice of its existence for it has no value to her. Before her all things seem to lose their value

The heart pulse before it spoke and unlike the conversation it had with June before now the voice sounded different. For now the voice hid fear in the sound. It said

“ Hello sister Vi. Aren't you supposed to be with your” the voice seemed to struggle with the next words “ brother right now sis”

The voice did not reply and in turn the heart shivered. The fear the heart felt for Vi was clear as day. If Erick was here he too would shiver because he knew this face as well. Vi spoke her next words very slowly.

“ I don’t know where he is right now”

The heart stop shaking the new voice now one of acceptance. Not of death no for now she knew that Vi felt no anger towards her. She was overcome with joy. And then with pity for the one Vi called brother.

*****

The sun guild. A little know guild in that live somewhere, well in the middle of nowhere. This guild is house in well a temple of sorts. Run by the priests, monks and a few noteworthy paladins of the sun god. Below there's a town like settlement. But it is all but empty. It all made of stone or hard garnet made to withstand the test of time. For this the land of the warrior tribes known as the people of mar. This is also the town where the people of mar will come once every ten years with their tribes where they will compete in strength and valor before the holy temple of the sun god. But never will they set foot in side. Once they leave the will leave without the orphans that their clans have acquired over the last ten years. It is these children who will become the next priest of the sun god and continue his worship.

The strongest of these children will then under another ten years of extreme training. Only one in ten survive this training. They will become the monks of the sun god and leave to carry the name of their god to new and distant lands. If they grow to be of a certain age they may return and live a peaceful life from that day forth. But few return. Most die before they come of age and many are too old to make the return trip so they simply do not.

But do not get mistaken the church of the sun god and the sun guild are very different things. Although it is said that the sun guild was made by the sun god himself when he was mortal it today holds a more general connection to him.

Few people know this but inside this guild lives some of the strongest. The heroes. Both current, former and future. When a hero gets a disciple they will bring him here for his or her training. And as it is with the monks when they come of a certain age where they body have begun to fail them they may return her with a disciple to train. It is also the play where the gods send their will when a line of heroes dies out before its time.

And as a rare occasion the fourteen heroes of the fourteen gods of order sit before an old woman and large pile of books. The old woman look around in a quizzical way before she turned to face the man before her and ask as if ask about the weather.

“Will you kill me? Then burn the books or burn the books then kill me?”

She seem almost too amused by the sistuation she found herself in.

“Oh or will I escape I only see these three out comes so what is that a one in three. That’s quite unfortunate that I can’t bring these books with me but such is life.”