This is a backstory.

A large, white-marble monastery stood at the top of a mountain expanse.

The clouds beneath it, were perfectly visible as they were slowly carried by the wind.

On the right of the heavenly-temple, lay a small patch of sand.

Within this small patch of sand, several wooden-dummies were stuck in the ground. A group of several children in white robes and innocent eyes looked at this group of dummies in childish curiosity.

As some of the children at the back of this group tried to tiptoe to get a peek, a light treading sound slowly emitted. The children all quickly stood neatly whilst looking at the angelic figure.

A heavenly glowing aura of pure white, yet a light that didn't blind despite its brightness. The children rather, felt warmed by this unnatural light despite a sense in the back of their minds attempting to pull them away.

As the children watched in awe, the Angel began walking, parting the children into two halves.

As it was passing by, a child with curly ginger hair reached out its hand so it could caress the Angels left wing.

As its hand made contact, the child soon became ashes.

As a small pile of ashes slowly fell to the floor, a small gust of wind formed a new layer of sand, taking away any part of the now forgotten child.

The children, unminding of the disappearance kept watching the Angel in awe.

The Angel reached the Dummy and carefully moved its ethereal hands to form various symbols before connecting them.

A swiftly shrinking sphere, with runes and scriptures moving around it rapidly soon enclosed before the wooden dummy imploded, its wooden fragments spraying across the sand.

The children began practicing the symbols just as the Angel had done so..

Most of the Children began sweating as there efforts grew numb.

A child at the back, with fluffy brown hair and a petite face moved for the first time.

The boy practiced the signs as he had been told and to his childish delight the seal was performed.

The other children grinned and smiled as they saw their companions success.

Drowned in ecstatic-ism the boy was pointed to the Monastery door by the Angel.

The boy skipped to the door merrily where a long table with around 15 seats was set for him.

The boy sat down before a pure-white butler lay out cutlery,napkins and a plate for him.

After a somewhat long-wait, food arrived.

The boy, still enthusiastic over his success was delighted when he smelled a roast chicken accompanied by various sides.

The boy, about to dig in, picked up his knife and fork however the butler stopped him as he poured a black powder over the Chicken.

The boy shrugged before consuming his meal.

The other Children never returned oddly enough.

7 years passed.

"Is that...?"

"The genius from the Kata Clan?"

"The same guy who earned the Kutara Inheritance?

"Julius Whitero?"

A young man around 15 years old walked through a corridor, lined with a red carpet as students muttered behind his back.

The past years had been straining but he had pulled through, his friends leaving only gave him more motivation to complete his inheritance.

He and his master had developed some invisible bond over the years despite the lack of a single word between them.

Julius sighed as he sat by a bench, not a single day at the Academy in Alteria had been enjoyable.

"Julius?"

Maybe.

Julius looked to the right before looking away with a small tinge of red.

"Hey Cszara."

"I heard you were going somewhere soon, is it true?" Cszaras golden hair flew in the wind as he met her emerald eyes.

"Yeah. Some location in this fallen realm. It should be a great experience for me."

Julius sighed.

"I'll miss this. Honestly."

"Yeah.. Me too."

The two looked out to the purple sun in a calming silence. The wind past their rosy cheeks and their intense emotions almost leaked out.

Cszara looked away as she spoke.

"Can you promise me something?"

"Sure."

"When you return, do you think th-that maybe. Maybe we could have a chance."

Julius chuckled.

"Sure. That sounds great."

And the two smiled as they faced the respective east and west.

A burning pressure came out as the two looked backwards. Julius stood up calmly as an angelic figure came.

"Is it time?"

Julius questioned in a much more serious tone this time.

His master replied by drawing out his hand.

Julius smiled as he looked at Cszara.

"See you on the other side."

Czara nodded.

"See you on the other side."

A white light enveloped Julius before it transformed into a pillar that traversed the sky in a vertical manner.

Julius smiled as he found himself in a white monastery similar to the one all those years ago.

There was a white-sandwich in his hand, sprayed with a black powder.

Julius chuckled when he saw a small strand of golden hair on top of the sandwich.

"Guess we really did see each other on the other side."

However Julius tone went flat when his senses pulled his sight to the east.

Julius looked in concern.

"Demonic Energy."

Deylor looked to the west in delight.

"The light."