Aife Ronan
Ronat Chavez
*Like the picture above but only red...
In a rush, she felt deep inside herself before the child ripped her very essence out of her being. Using that essence, she searched through time and space seeking out those who would save her world she loved so much.
Twisting the rifts of time and space, she saw them as they walked on other plains. As she watched them one by one, different lands, different creatures, she flew through and lay a small piece of herself in them. Only slumber could release them from bounds in time and bring them forth to help her.
The towns folk of Sien Grumbia found them laying asleep against the towers wall where they had found the descendants body earlier that day, motionless, cold, but surprisingly still alive. They were dragged into their cells and locked inside as the people began to discuss exactly what they should do.
Some thought to hang them, others a beheading. No one could agree as to what should be done to them.
And as they argued, the small child slowly walked back to the tower and spoke to the wall, its whispers shaking the land, the skies darkening with utter terror, every soul in the town shivering at an unknown fear.
As the people looked up at the tower, some screamed, others ran. Parts of it began tumbling, the growls of the demon Myutaen’s voice echoing for miles.
Before the descendant could awaken the heroes, her world began falling apart, she knew what had to happen but she couldn’t get her voice to reach any of the sleeping heroes.
She left each a small package filled with clothing, a weapon, two potions, and 500 cristals hoping that it would help them as they begin their journey. Her last message before she began fading, not knowing when she would reappear to them, hoping they received it in their minds, began with: Beware of Rona-
No person survived the attack, no animal left to be heard, the seal shattering little by little, time running short.
Her message was left unfinished, none of the Heroes know who to beware of, who it is that they had heard, their cells unlocked. One by one they stand dressed, bag on their hips, and walking towards the exit, eyeing each other, but no word spoken until almost to the entrance of the prison.
A small red orb floating in front of them causing some to jump, others to stare in awe.My name is Chavez. I have called you here for your assistance. Please, help me save my home land.
Each look at each other and think upon themselves. A hard choice to make, a strange place to explore, a long ways to return from whence they came.
You must hurry, Ozma arrives shortly, he is one of many demons who have come to plague this world, he comes to destroy you, Heroes of the Light.
Psrima without secret locations added xP
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