The beginning in the town of light.

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In the Kingdom of Gastak, the oath-sworn, renowned family, namely; Haridas, had a compulsion of protecting the Imperial family of Gastak. Hardias had given birth to the finest and loyal knights and magi-user in the history, ever known to man. According to their customs, the Leader of the Haridas was to undergo a hard and rigid training, suffer under inhumane torments, so as to enhance his skills. The head of Hardias was supposed to protect the king from any threat, and act as the situation called for it, and become his sword when the time comes. Haridas was feared as well as admired by people all across the Gastak, and beyond. Many expected great things out of them and were eagerly waiting to see how their 33rd family head turned out to be. Luke Hardias, that was the name of the soon-to-be-head. However, Unlike, rest of his family, he didn"t have any expertise in magi use. The only thing he was good at was sword-wielding. Determined current head ordered the worst training for his elder son, worst, is an understatement, hoping he might blossom some genuine skill with the passage of time, as he trained; but much to his dismay, the events didn"t quite turn out as he expected them to. And Luke remained square one, even after 3 long years of unreal training. His family took a gander at him, full of spite and disdain. He was treated as an outcast. A lone wolf, fighting up against the hell, struggling to escape its sheer madness that seeped slowly, but consistently in his mind. Driving him mad. Making him want to disappear. Life played with Luke until he was 7, and when his family decided to disown him and replace him with his younger, yet far stronger than him; he broke. Crumbled to the harsh reality, consumed in rage, the 7 years old Luke performed a forbidden spell and summoned something that didn"t belong to this world. The certain event rocked the boat of his life upside down, slamming it against the huge tides of adventure, mystery, and sorrow. "Town of Light? People here have no sense of name or what so ever." Luke said, eyeing the huge, rectangular wooden board that hung high on the town"s main entrance. He trudged through the town"s primary passageway, peering through the void avenue, he could detect nobody to illuminate of the lament disaster which was yet to be affirmed. "Such a great amount for coming the distance here for passing on the data," Luke said to himself as he moaned. "Maybe I ought to backpedal. It"s not like the Chieftains would enthusiastically tune in to warning of somebody like me, and that too without a solid proof." The thought appeared to be much all the more speaking to him, however, he comprehended what calamity would befall to this town if his unsubstantiated news were to end up noticeably genuine. Reluctantly he kept meandering capriciously through the void lanes of the town. "Okay, now this is not normal." He said under a breath as he got pace, looking through the deserted houses and the dim halls of the town for any kind of human nearness. Be that as it may, there were none. "Did the demon wreaked this town already? People compensating for my mistake, once more?" He doubted himself, as an irregularity began framing in his throat, making it harder for him to breathe. "No, no, hold up." He immediately watched the streets, houses and the zone in his prompt region. A little grin rose all over as he saw that there was not a solitary spot of blood. No indication of human remaining. There was nothing that showed that this town was attacked, let alone annihilated. In any case, on the other hand, a question erupted in Luke"s mind. "In the event that they were not assaulted, at that point where the damnation is everyone? Is it conceivable that they emptied the town before the assault? No that is not sensible, they couldn"t in any way, shape or form leave this town without supply. Also, I"ve checked the houses, the things of the general population are still in their particular houses. They were not assaulted. They didn"t clear. At that point that leaves just a single choice." An expansive grin swiped over his face. "Illusion magic, huh?" He pivoted gradually and raised his hands to the highest point of his head. "I intend no damage." He said in the void road, sitting tight for an answer, yet just his resound answered. "I just came to give a notice about Beldia"s attack. That"s it in a nutshell." He again sat tight for a reaction and this time again he was welcomed with no reaction. Out of choices, he put down his hands, "Fine, I"ll simply leave at that point." he said and began strolling off towards the dull and melancholic streets when a voice reacted. "What kind of attack?" The voice blasted all through the void town. Furthermore, Luke knew his arrangement had worked. " The data is exceedingly classified and I"d like to get a chance to talk just to your head in regards to this matter." He answered as sat tight for the illusion to subside. This time there was a low murmur of two individuals talking about something. "We can"t let someone..." "Be that as it may, he definitely knows...." "What ought to us..." Also, there was third voice, which appeared to be rather authoritative. "Exceptionally well at that point. We will take you to our boss." a similar voice immovably announced. Also, the no-longer noiseless lanes started blurring without end. The dismal encompassing started blooming with the warm and calming vibe. Discharge houses were asking to load with upbeat chuckles of kids, discussion of grown-ups, the sound of chores. At the point when the Illusion magic of the Town was totally faded, Luke saw a really remarkable scene. This recently showed uptown was the out and out inverse of the past miserable and not really glad town. Lavish green woods sheathed the whole town, past which were the tall mountains which stood superbly with their snowed crown. Dazzling green grasses covered the range over the town. It was precisely similar to a little-segregated town, an ideal town with identical looking wooden houses, a little window was opened from one of the house; from crosswise over it was a wooden board turning out, it"s another end laying on a stone block. It had the container of confections and chocolates for which kids were paying. There was a grin on the proprietor"s face as he took care of his little clients" request. A little cheerful town, Luke thought. He was nearly enticed to sleep under the cool shade on those trees when a solid, firm hand arrived on his shoulder. "Let"s go, brat." an indistinguishable voice from before expressed from behind him. "Sure." He reluctantly concurred, detesting himself for saying no and taking a pleasant nap there. Gotta get back here. This place is paradise. No even better, He thought, smiling to himself as he took after the escort, who appeared to created by a comic-craftsman who only knew how to draw squares and rectangles. Firm Square jaw, enormous biceps, and massive trunk all appeared to be nearly as though purge boxes were stuck together to shape this man. "Decent sword you got there," Luke stated, attempting to start a discussion with the not-really-upbeat-looking gatekeeper, clearly on the grounds that he was doled out to escort this young fellow to the boss on account of an imbecilic cautioning. "I know." The watch answered with a passive, yet stern appearances all over. That by itself advised Luke numerous things like, Shut up, brat! and he chose not to push his luck unless he wanted to meet the chief with a few broken teeth and bruised eye. So as opposed to pushing his luck with this guard, Luke had chosen to appreciate the charms of this town. It was not long before they arrived before a plain-looking building that appeared to be more similar to a little cabin for an old witch. There was a small rectangular board, hanging a little above the door. Luke had to put efforts in squeezing his eyes in order to read what the board said. Townhall. yeah so much for a Town Hall, Luke thought disdainfully. Two guards before the single wooden entryway were stopped gazing into Luke"s eyes, with stark suspicious and nakedness. The monitor escorting Luke said something in a dialect which he didn"t comprehend and the gatekeepers removed their interlacing spears from before them, permitting them the passage to the building. The Town Hall didn"t remain its notoriety. It was much littler than he had envisioned, little even contrasted with the typical towns. There was not under any condition any corridor in the working, in reality, it just had a solitary small room, with little ground-stove in the corner and at the inverse corner was the battered, rope-weaved bed. Besides, it was a little wooden work area and a seat. On sitting top of was a delicate looking, old, bald man with long white facial hair that achieved the length of his knees and baggy skin. The man appeared to have matured ages. He didn"t appear to have seen the nearness of two souls in his home. He was by all accounts enjoying profound intercession, which was disturbed when the escort coughed a little. "Wha-" The chief was broke hysterical, and it required him some time to assemble his self-restraint. "Lance? What do you need? And, who is that youthful individual with you?" The Chief stated, looking at Luke suspiciously. "His name is Luke Hardias and he needs to have words with you," Lance answered, looking forward towards the mud-put divider, not looking at the Chief. "Goodness for the love of.....young men I can"t help you to locate your lost girlfriend. Maybe she ran away with your companion." The old man stated, his eyes half shut, introduced a child-like fire. Luke flushed splendid red. "I-it"s not my better half. What"d make you believe that way?" Luke immediately answered. "Oh..so it"s not your girlfriend?" "No!" Luke snapped, "I don"t have a girlfriend." He gradually included humiliation. "Ha! Beginner! I had like..." The chief began counting on his fingers, "I had like 7 girlfriends when I was at your age. You hear 7!" He said with just thought processes to insult Luke and it was by all accounts working. Luke discovered this man irritating at the principal location and had he not been the head of this town, he"d make him eat his special knuckle-sandwich. Holding his temper under control he chose not to resort to such measures. So all things being equal he chose to overlook the chief"s incitements and pass on his message. "At any rate.." Luke stated, "There"s some unfortunate news for you. The Demon ruler"s leader: Beldia is said to go by this town. Realizing that he"d totally obliterate this town I suggest you clear this town as fast as possible," He stopped immediately, "Before it"s past the point of no return." "Well.." The central stroke his long white facial hair and considered for a minute. "Do you have any pieces of evidence, young fellow?" "Errr....no," Luke answered, genuinely. Be that as it may, they needed to put stock in him. They needed to. "Much obliged to you for your diligent work, Luke." The chief looked in Luke"s eye. "In any case, we can"t leave this town with no strong confirmation of whether Beldia is coming or not. Unless you have a strong evidence, I want you to remain silent about this matter. I don"t need any commotion and uproar in my town." The tone of the chief changed significantly, it was preferably genuine and true that sometime recently. For a moment Luke thought he was talking to a whole new person. "Be that as it may, why? You could get killed. Your kin could get slaughtered. I have seen him with my own eyes. Furthermore, I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that Beldia isn"t somebody to be stopped by the modest number of guards you have. At that point why chance it?" Now this time Luke was additionally genuine, the tone of his argument was somewhat shrill, practically as though he was asking. "Why you ask?" The chief accordingly stroked his facial hair, "Since this town is our home and we won"t abandon it as a result of some devil." There was a blackout grin on the Chief"s face. Furthermore, Luke knew there was nothing he could do to convince him to forsake his home. "Fine. Do whatever you need." Luke snapped at the old boss who was all the while stroking his facial hair. Accordingly, the Chief grinned back at Luke and turned towards Lance, who was all the while standing not far behind Luke, nearly tuning into their discussion. "Show him around our town, Lance." The boss said. "There"s no need!." Luke answered in anger, he was frantic in light of the fact that he realized that the Chief, alongside the general population in this town, would bite the dust and there was nothing he could do to stop the moving toward frenzy of death. Well, he was sufficiently solid to hold fast against any number of adversaries Beldia sent, however, he couldn"t in any way, shape or form stand up to Beldia himself unless he had his revile expelled. "Ha! Die! I couldn"t care less." Luke said under his breath as he ventured outside the town lobby. The cool wind brushed past against his exposed skin. Warm evening Sun behind tall mountains sent down its thoughtful daylight. The twitter of winged animals, chuckle of giggling and playing youngsters, it was destined to be disturbed by the miasma of death and blast of despairing. "Such a waste." Luke moaned. "Best on the off chance that I make the majority of it. I stink, first off, I"ll take a long bath in a lake or something to that effect. Presently where do I discover a lake in this destined to-be-wrecked town?" Luke meandered carelessly, requesting individuals" direction the vast majority of them disregarded him for the most part since he was wearing garments that appeared to be too.....black. In reality, the majority of his garments were dark, Luke"s garments comprised of dark jeans with a dark belt that had a huge silver clasp, a dark V-necked shirt that was worn underneath a dark trench-coat with dim covering going down the sleeves, and dark boots with silver plates to secure his shins. He had a silver plate worn on the left half of his jacket, and a couple of dark fingerless gloves. He wore a strap that went over his correct shoulder and under it to wrap around his left side. Inside it was a pitch dark sword. "It would seem that individuals here aren"t as chivalrous as I initially thought them to be, Kusanagi," Luke stated, taking out his sword from the strap that he wore from in the face of his good faith and ran a hand over it. His face considered the glossy metal dark metal of the sword. It was a courageous sword with dark trims, having a dark grip associated with hand monitor that drops down to the correct side. It had a decorated check on its hand monitor, same as his revile stamp. A little dark spot encompassed equitably with three comma-like marks that had a ring-shaped hollowness in the middle. "I figure I"d need to look all alone," Luke said under his breath as he sheathed his sword and began meandering once more. "Cold!" A female voice said, touching the surface of the stream water. Letting her whole naked body sink into the stream she let out a sigh and she placed her occipital against the stream boundary wall. "Nothing is better than taking a long bath under the warm sun, now is there?" She said to herself as she let her body soak cold water. Closing her eyes she started drifting off to the days when she was a child. "No there isn"t." A new voice answered. A sudden as well. "Gee?" The dream was broken when she heard a male voice, talking so coolly to her, inside a stream. She turned her make a beeline for her left just to see a male sitting alongside her. "JUST WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?!" She hollered at him, gazing at the boy same age as her with absolute rage and fierceness that consumed in her eyes. She stood up in a split second covering her body with her arms and kept running off towards a close-by tree, practically falling on the dangerous mud, to look for assurance from his salacious look. "Geez.....Is this town truly brimming with dolts?" He paid no regard to her and rather proceeded with his bathe under the sun. "Man, even heaven can"t be more soothing than this." He said indiscreetly. "Don"t worry, I"ll help you put that differences aside." The similar female voice said in a way that appeared to have a disguised threat. She stepped outside from behind the cover which tree trunk provided, this time with half-drenched clothes. She had cerulean-hued eyes with crimson-colored hairs that come down to her thighs. Her skin was white as milk. She likewise had bangs covering her forehead and side bangs framing her face. "Huh? What does that mean?" He didn"t exactly comprehend what she implied. And, couldn"t have cared less too. Also, why would it be advisable for him too? The fireball that went pass through his head addressed the inquiry. "What was that?" He yanked up from the stream water and stood commando before her, lone making her become flushed, with shame and wrath. "Talk later! Cover your body, to begin with, you blockhead. I will execute you. You hear me?" She was currently for all intents and purposes shaking with fury. "No.." he answered rapidly, "I am taking a bath at this moment. So, excuse me." He began turning around, sitting in the stream when a moment fireball landed directly on his legs. "Now!" She said with a sweet grin, uncovering her straight pearl-white teeth, and it definitely wasn"t a request. "Okay." Climbing out of the stream he went behind the trees, off on which branches he had put his garments on. Without getting dry his body he put on his garments and remained with irritation before her. "What"s your name?" She asked, drawing forward her orange wooden-staff with crimson strip hitched at the back of it. "Luke Hardias." He answered, turning away, still not intrigued by the duel with her. "Exceptionally well at that point. Luke Hardias I thus propose you to a duel. Prepare yourself." Her voice was firm and Luke knew there was no chance she"d back off. He had no real option except to handle her head on. Murmuring, He took out his dark sword from the back-straps and raised its black tip against her. Regardless he hadn"t the smallest of enthusiasm for the duel. "Come at me at whatever point you are prepared." Luke stated, "Not that you can really win." He provoked her in trusting that she"d lose her cool and leave an opening for him. In any case, she wouldn"t lose her cool that effectively, rather she grinned and speared start her incantations. " Darkness blacker than black and darker than dark, I beseech thee, combined with my deep crimson. The time of awakening cometh. Justice, fallen upon the infallible boundary, appear now as an intangible distortion I desire for my torrent of power a destructive force: a destructive force without equal! Return all creation to cinders, and come from the abyss! Explosion!" Luke"s eyes were presently hinted at some slight intrigue. "She knows some crazy enchantment? That is uncommon." He mumbled to himself and the immense, splendid red, yellow and orange flames engulfed him totally. The incantation for the spell was seven floored, which implies that she had practically opened almost half of the fifteen magi gates. "Fascinating." Were his last words when the spell achieved its pinnacle point, the seven magi circle, each one above one another appeared, with their own ancient text that showed up, each bigger than the last one, the magi circle were specifically above Luke, or if nothing elsewhere he was before the flares immersed him. A solitary light, red in color shot on the ground. All of a sudden the single beam extended to the span of the greatest magi circle and with a gigantic thunder it delivered an enormous show of vermilion mists and vital warmth as it achieved its zenith. The land shook from its intensity and the clouds dispersed. After the spell had at long last finished she took a gander at the seared land, the green land was not anymore, having its spot was a crater. It barely appeared like the land before the spell. Luke, however, was not a single where in sight. "Maybe I overdid it, but he deserved it." She consoled herself and began pivoting. "I deserved what?" Luke was at that standing behind her, taking a look straight in her limpid-blue eyes. "What the..." She bounced a couple of yards back, her long dark red hairs following her body in a cadenced way. "You look startled?" He could see her recoiling. He gave her a grin and remained back still. Peering at her, watching her best course of action. "You..." She said. "Huh?" "H-how could you survive that attack? It was seven floored magi spell. One of my fiercest spell. How did you s-survive it?" She took a speedy notice of his body. "What"s more, that too effortlessly." She had disparaged his quality, maybe that too is putting it mildly. The winds gotten pace, her front bangs secured her vision quickly, no, not secured, they just obscured her vision, but the next second Luke Hardias was before her, the dark aculeate tip of his sword against her neck, an infantile smile played violently toward the edge of his lips. "Game over! Yield." Said Luke roughly, there was abnormal coldness and hazard behind his eyes. They were emitting hunches of only passing, not at all like some time before, that made Her surrender. "I yield." She said discreetly, sharply. Luke pulled back his weapon, and pivoted, strolling off, when her voice; loaded with curiosity came. "How did you? How could you deal with that?" Luke hunched his shoulders, shrugged and smiled round at her. "How could I deal with that? All things considered, Lemme make know, what is your magi nature?" He was presently looking directly at her. "Fire. Be that as it may, what"s the connection?" She shot back, not by any means attempting to shroud her irritation at losing. "Fire nature, huh? The most forceful nature of all. No big surprise why you are such a hot-head." He chuckled at her. She gave her signature, level gaze and he had known better not to push his luckiness. "Well like I stated, fire nature users are normally hot-heads, not grabbing on you, it"s a reality. Furthermore, that is accurately why dark nature wielders, similar to myself can utilize that up further bolstering up their advantage." "What advantage?" She asked, shaking with fierceness. "Chill, will ya? I happen to be quite deft at illusion spells-" He was stating when she cut in the middle. "Lie! You never had an opportunity to for spells." "Give me a chance to complete first." He hacked a bit. "So as I was saying, my capability at illusion magi enabled me to cast a spell before the begin of the duel. And yeah, to your notice, I can cast Illusion magic without any incantations at all. Bodes well?" He smiled like a Cheshire feline, and he could"ve sworn, she was nearly detonating, her face brilliant red. "Does that mean, I have been battling an illusion this time?" She looked completely abashed. "Yep. My deepest condolences, My lady." He beamed a smile at her. "But that"s cheating!" She denounced. His grin augmented. "Cheating?! You dare me to call me a cheater when you yourself, used a 7th-floor spell, without any necessary permission from a wizard-zero." "Battle me yet again, and we"ll see who is stronger. " She shouted, her blue eyes glistening with rage. "Not a chance. Can"t-do. I am sorry." Luke answered flatly, turning about, walking around he did. "I request it. Figh-" There was a faintest of magi distortion in the environment and Luke knew, something terrible, something insidious has happened. "Shhhh!" He murmured to her. "What now!" She talked, with no warning in her voice. "Simply stay silent." There was currently a look at reality and stress waiting for his face. She read the feelings impeccably and chosen to stay silent for some time. For some time there was a just empty sound of delicate breezes and birds jabber, however soon that silence that hung over, was broken down by torrents of agonized screams, "What"s that sound about?" She asked, baffled. "That voice is originating from the town." He was similarly as exasperates as she seemed to be. "I gotta go. I need to be in my town." She stated, her voice appeared to be trailing off, turned out practically like a whisper. "Beldia." Luke absentmindedly stated, and she gazed at him, her eyes totally expended in towering anger and fierceness. She began dashing towards where the shouts came, yet a firm, delicate hand got a tight hold of her hand. Stopping her progress. She turned her head around with a snappy jolt, It was Luke who had prevented her from going to her passing grave. "Let me go." She said with blend sentiments of outrage, stress, and wretchedness as she started her endeavor to wriggle out of his firm grasp. "You will die." He woofed at her. His face becoming delicate with delicacy and worry. "There"s nothing you could do to help them. It"s Beldia whom you are up against. You don"t stand a chance." There was honest to goodness stress and distress in his voice. "I"ll take my risks. Now let me go, please." She said nearly as though begging. There were some unflinching confidence and guts that Luke didn"t get it. For some time they just remained there, staring, noiselessly into each different eyes. The electricity between the two was broken when a rather particular voice howled in agony. She felt his grasp ease staring her in the face. "Let me," Much to his unnerve He wound up saying, "Let me, at any rate, know your name." Luke observed her grin. Without thinking, "Stella Alseif," She said and with more assurance, she appended further, "How about we meet once more. Regardless I need to pay you back." Luke summoned up mettle to grin before her, however where it counts they both knew it was fake as was the guarantee to get together once more. "Without a doubt, we should do." Stella pivoted, tears started welling in her eyes as she frantically hustling towards her town. Hardly any hundred yards before her she could see thick dim smoke surging into the skies. The once light blue sky now protected by the shroud of dimness as the smoke gobbles up the sky. The once smooth sandstone dividers that made her town sunny, notwithstanding when it was dim and cloudy, were presently splattered with lifeless, mutilated bodies. Dead. There were structures in her town that were so delightful and darling that to see them in ruins, close to a battered heap of rubble in the once bustling high road, broke her hearts. At the point when a piece of her reality that has remained for quite a long time lie destroyed at her feet, it shook her in a way she didn"t envision. The loss of something lifeless would. However here she was excessively numb, making it impossible to try and cry, confront clean with shake powder and the possess a scent reminiscent of the blood and foul breath of evil presence still waited noticeable all around. She"d always remember that sound either, the screeches, the argues for benevolence, the wails of her kin, that lease the air in that generally immaculate fall. I am past the point of no return, She thought as she kept running towards an indistinctive, tumbled-down house. My home. A lump size of a grapefruit-shaped in her throat which brought enormous endeavors to swallow down. She started her infant like wail before her home, crying to her heart"s substance she stood up and took a long unfaltering relax. Mustering up her tumbled-down courage, she started walking around the town. Envisioning how the strengths of Beldia wreaked devastation in her once-serene town. Vengeance. It was the main word in her darkened out psyche. She was driven by sentiments of unadulterated scorn. I will have my requital. Against Beldia and The Demon King. Stella was still thoughtlessly strolling through the town, ruined collections of her townsmen, lied without moving on the ground just filled in as a fuel for her scorn. Abruptly there was a little solid of murmur and before She could make out of what was going on... there was a colossal blast. It was just as a clenched hand of orange fire had chosen to punch its way out of the blood-doused ground. Structures broke. Smoke and fire hurried out. A huge number of bits of wood and timber, a savage rain, showered down. However, she got herself totally shielded, in actuality, she felt stronger. She was presently under solid holds, a feeling of consolation leaked in. "They truly made a wreck, didn"t they?" A well-known voice stated, closer than would normally be appropriate. At the season of the blast, she had lost her orientation and awaited the forthcoming burst. The time appeared to have backed off. The red-orange fire moved toward her from underneath. She didn"t have an opportunity to set herself up for the ejection. She had gotten herself rendered numb, dimness blurred her psyche as she shut her eyes to embrace her coffin. So that is how it ends? Without avenging my kin? The following minute Stella opened her eyes, she was in arms of a natural face. Similar midnight-dark hairs, penetrating gray eyes. Also, that adolescent conceited. She really wanted to noiselessly cry against his trunk. She needed to twist up into a ball and cry until the point when she nodded off, eased and happy to be with him once more. The following day. "Are still you holding onto that little revenge plan of yours?" Luke asked, exasperated. Stella shot back at him her savage, level gaze. And he had known better. The Answer was out and out "Yes". Luke gazed back at her brilliant blue eyes, charming as they were dependable. "Why do you mind in any case, huh? And yeah, why did you come back?" Stella looked at him suspiciously, "Did you anticipate doing experiments on my body? You insane pervert!" "Exactly where the damnation do you concoct such insane thoughts!" He yelled back at her. "Well, there were things that didn"t exactly make sense." He said gradually. "Didn"t make any sense? Elaborate." "Well after you had left and the screams were completely quelled, there were still huge traces of magi presence in the area. And you used quite a magi during our fight, right. So that"d mean that the magi presence wasn"t yours, and Beldia"s forces seemed to have retreated back, that"s when my suspicions rose." He explained. Stella remembered her Explosion magic which she used up against him during their duel. "That"s quite right, I did use most of my magi. So how did you find out that it was our chief"s ace against Beldia"s force?" Luke remained silent for a while, looking up towards a branch of the tree, under which shade they both sat. "Your chief..." Luke slowly said, "He was awfully calm when I informed him about Beldia"s upcoming army. I thought that that"d have some insanely powerful magi users, but I was damn wrong." A shadow lingered on his face as he continued his explanation. "Who would have thought that The chief would set self-destructive magi circle under his own town." They both remained silent for a while, silently enjoying the low droning of birds as the soft breeze brushed past their naked skins, the mild coolness of summer dusk. The once might bright-yellow sun now retreated into arms of darkness as night began to befall. "Hey, Stella," It was Luke who broke the awkward silence between them. "Yes?" She asked. "What do you plan on doing from here on out?" "For starters, I"d go on an adventure and my only intention would be to become strong enough to kill," She paused for a second, "No, annihilate Beldia. What about you?" "Nothing just back to my old business?" He replied with a heavy sigh. "Oh, I see." She said, awkwardly. "Yes." Then again there it was. The tense silence between them. They both wanted to say a lot more but couldn"t instigate enough what? courage? To vocalize. Sitting against the thick trunk of old oak tree they witnessed a beautiful sight. The sun casts its golden rays down upon the clouds of billowing smoke, turning them bright red; fire red. The fiery, golden orb rose down to the horizon spreading last of its magnificent rays of light everywhere. The darkness of the night won once again and came about like a victorious king settling up in his throne. "Well, I guess that"s that," Luke said, standing up, stretching his back. "Yeah," Stella said, following him. "So I guess we will never meet again," Luke said, an obnoxious feeling started arousing in him. "I guess so. Yeah." She took a long steady breath, surprisingly she had a slightest of trouble in inhaling. But why? "So...umm...Bye." He said as he began walking off towards the start of a dense forest. Leaving her in his shadows. There was another pang of uneasiness that stroke him. Idiot. Yep, that"s what I am. Luke thought to himself, meanwhile he was still cursing himself a voice came from behind. The uneasiness seemed to be intensifying with every passage of moment. "Wait." Stella was saying and running after him. Suddenly that uneasiness vanished just like it had appeared. "Now what?" Luke said irked. Gotta do something about my tone or else she"d have me beheaded. He stood still, waiting for an infuriating remark or a hard slap in his face, but fortunately, there was no sarcastic remark or a slap. Instead, Stella embarrassingly said, "That Forest"s dangerous at night. There"s a small cottage few hundreds meter away. We could stay there for tonight and then you could...." She paused and even in the dark Luke clearly see she was blushing, "And then you could leave if you still want to." A grin spread across Luke"s face, wide and open, showing his over-whitened teeth and he wasn"t happier before. "I"ve got a better idea." His grin intensified. "Why don"t we bring down Demon Lord himself?" He awaited her response. "Yea like we could." She said, her bright blue eyes twinkling in dark. "We"ll we ought to set our aims high. Who knows we just might be able to achieve it." "You are stupid." She slowly said. And Luke knew he had won the conversation. "I know. You don"t need to tell me." And they both laughed aloud. Thank God she didn"t question me as to why I"ve decided to oppose The Demon Lord. "I am tired, guess I"ll head towards the cottage and take a nice long nap," Luke said, yawning and stretching as he did. "Sounds like a plan." Stella nodded in agreement and both walked off towards the location of the cottage. And thus began the adventure of Luke Hardias and Stella Alseif against the forces the of the demon lord and his commander.

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