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Prelude
My superior symbol of winds has been missing for a while now…the thieve is nowhere in sight…I can’t even track down the presence of my artifact, the Ventus Tear…I feel my body growing weaker…I have sent out to find the Regal Warrior stated in the Prophecy of Mars to no avail…young Nikolas is a very hard halfa to track…
General Arkydan and I have been discussing the prophecy…and even some bargains. Arkydan is quite generous…though he is setting out to kill millions…but who am I to try to stop him? I can only wish that he isn’t after Nikolas…
Someone is after halfas…in the course of two weeks, two halfas have been murdered… who is behind this? Who wants the blood of the many gods and goddesses? Who will be next…? What are the Emotes doing to help the current situation? Apparently, Iodite, Goddess of Souls, is working with a boy named Cross…this could spell disaster…what can I do?
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Ventira Mars sighed as she closed her journal, knocking guards down at the beginning of the thrones fifty-odd stairs. She mumbled a word of apology, starting her way down the steps of the famed Wind Throne.
The corridor the throne was in was the main corridor; caked in green and white. Huge marble columns stood at either side of the throne, casting a luminous glow on the throne itself. Green drapes hung from a window to the left of the throne. As Ventira approached the floor from the stairs, a crystal orb came into view. This was Vexo the God, trapped in the orb to show him the error of his ways; he had betrayed the Melee’s- Eserineex, Galviic, Siaxn, and Pheonix- to try and steal the orb he was sealed in.
Ventira bent over to retrieve the orb, almost falling over her robes. She gazed into the orb, better yet her reflection, lost in thought.
She had magnificent eyes that made a journey between green, blue, gray, and gold, though it seemed as she were losing sleep-dark bags sagged under her eyes. Her face was long yet not too long; her skin tanned a charming caramel; her radiant, green hair flowing to her hips. Her body seemed perfect, for it sustained a suitable hour-glass shape that only she’d look good in. She was as close to perfection as you’d get.
“Awaken, Vexo. Show me the location of the Regal Warrior.” She said, her voice as soft as pure music.
Vexo sprung to life, blue clouds forming and dimming as he pinpointed Nikolas Chase’s position.
When all of the blue clouds had vanished, Vexo zoomed in to view an adolescent- Nikolas Chase. He was in the world of the BattileZone, the most massive online game of Alx that literally you’d play in.
“Vexo, any sign of combatants?”
His lens zoomed about twenty feet to the right, revealing an archer waiting to attack.
“Is Nikolas armed?”
Once again, Vexo zoomed to see Nikolas. In Nikolas’ left hand, he clutched a bronze blade with the letters A, K, A, S etched into the side.
“He’s in danger…”
Ventira turned to face the nearest guards, ten feet away. She grimaced as she said, “Well? What are you waiting for? Get Nikolas out of there and into here!”
They ran to the nearest exit, heading to the digital scanner in the back of the Palace of Ventus.
“Oh, Nik… please don’t die on me….”