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The Beginning



During the time, after the human kind was created. Several camps were held across the lands to live their loveful life.
Every camp was in it's own region and every region held an element considering their atmosphere, terrain and creatures around.
The people of the camps did simply live in the villages to sustain an ironic life.

After the time began of Religions, the camps did not have a clue about it and kept doing the what they always did.
They breed, hunt for the sake of their culture. Later on, they started to belive in themself, which helped themself to grow.

Twenty years later, the camps were grown big enough to have families, children and were called a community.
The village people were peaceful, never meant to fight anyone except make a living for themself from the creatures across the lands.
However, even the religions took their warfare to other lands. As the lands with the camps were too dangerous, for the sole amount of Monsters.
The monsters started breeding that fast, which literally cut the networking between each town and camp.

The camps started to negotiate about that matter, since every messenger sent to another camp was been ripped into pieces whenever they left the camp borders.
The elders of the camps, came to a decision that they need a leader and a handful of young men to fight the creatures in order to sustain the balance between the monsterous world and the human kind.

Elementals started to take a bigger picture in this matter, as some monsters kept being hurt way more from the village of air. Since the guards were picked by the elders which were mostly superhumanly agile.
They were called the Archers of Air, since they successfully cleansed the borders of their village.
It was always hard to manupilate the wind with flying arrows, but that time. They chose a leader of village of Air and he was being known as the Leader of Air, by his skills to balance the world from crucial monsters.

In another region, there was a village in a desert. It was hot, day and night. The people in that village have found their way to maintain life in even this kind of erratic place of food supplies.
But they managed it. Even these villagers have been attacked by the slaughterous monsters, couldn't be helped of the villages elders to create a protection system, since one of the messengers from Village of Air managed to retrieve
this message about the system.

The system of protection has been created in the Village of Fire. the elders have mainly focused on people who were holding superhuman strength as their work in harvesting their food supplies required a lot of energy and strength.
The protectors of Fire village have been claimed as Barbarians of Future. Since they marked the peace between the deserted lands from the monstrous corruption.
Elders of Village of Fire, with the help of the superhumen have chosen a leader, the best of the Barbarian clan.

The villages managed to sustain the balance between the life of humen and the creatures around.


For a time....


Many years passed, the villages kept growing and growing until they were being known as Towns of Elements. They knew what was going on in the world.
The Religious war affairs were that serious, that the monsters kept coming directly for the small towns. Damaging the boarders, day by day, weeks after weeks.
The monsters finally slayied the last guardian of the villages. As the protection was equal in every town, the borders were unsafe once again.

The people in the village were afraid to go out, so they used all their last resources in training new guardians, but it was too late.
The creatures came in armies, dragons setting the villages into flames from the above, lizards poisoning the very young ones to death.

It was the biggest massacre to the human kind, within the history. Knowing that the monsters overwhelmed the villages in a way as that one.


During the war between monsters in the Village of Fire. Leader of the who's name was Mardaron, was fighting to the last bit of his energy. He did not succeed of saving his village.
But he was truly a hero of the village for the count monsters knocked off, in order to protect the villagers in the fronline. He had a plan seeded, before he died.
His son, where his mother was fallen alongside his father, trying to protect the village. The couple had a baby a few months ago, yet they managed to take it away from the village of fire.
Hiding this child was a strategical plan of Mardaron, in the name of faith within this child to sustain the balance between the diseaseful beings and the human kind.

The child did not even held a name, starving within the severs of Britain a man stepped by and noticed a group of ratmen approaching the corner where the child slept quietly.
He killed the ratmen in order to check the situation, of the interest in the corner.

It's a baby!?

He yelled with frustration as seeing the child being carefully placed into a basket with poisoning stings reaching around the basket.
The plan was made trough finely by Mardaron, almost falling for a bunch of ratmen.

The man looked at the basket, carefully removing the stings and picking up the baby. They left the crucial place of the unsafe severs of Britain.
During the very same day, the man wandered across the streets of finding the owner of the kid. Cluelessly of figuring out how did it end up in a place like that.

The sun started to close the light in the streets.

Houston made his steps towards his house, figuring some clues within his head. He did not stop thinking the whole night, watching the child sleeping.
Figuring out a name would be the first plan for him, but he did not have any idea where did the child come from so he started to investigate the case from another view.

One the next day, in the very morning - he went to work, his daily job was mining.
Walking in the streets of Britain, the town was quiet and the shopkeepers were the same as always - greedy. On the way to his first vein he was looking around carefully to figure a name for the child.
He looked up to the sky, seeing clouds forming the figure of Z - he remembered that as the cloud shape was unusual, he kept thinking it was a sign so he continued investigating by that remark.

The reached his first vein, where he found a golden shaped A, which he has never seen before. He mined it - with frustration ofcourse. gaining a dozen of ores. He walked to the next vein.
After his mining trip, he mounted the ores onto his pack horse and rode towards home with it.

Day two;
From the previous days work, the Blacksmith had some orders from the guards in the town and started working with the metal to create weapons and armors.
Weilding the hammer onto the metal shows him a clearly seeing R shaped fireous mark.
After the previous day, he clearly realised someone or something is trying to give him a sign as he has remembered the unique happenings and the marks of ZAR.

Day three;
The child requires attention and food, which made Houston Wales work hard to obtain the materials to create the orders, to make money with. The same with previous days.
The third day required a lot of talking from Houston Wales, negotiating prices and overall talking. But what he was wondering about was really odd.
Very often on that day, he heard words from people Aye, Ai ai, Ahem and alike. So he remembered that aswell and a thought flashed his mind "Zara"

Day four;
It is almost time for a name! claims Houston to himself and starts thinking even harder, along with his daily routine.
On that day, that child managed to carve the "D" shape on the floor. When it reached to a sharp edged tool from Houstons toolkit.
Right after Houston saw that he quickly runs to take the sharp tool away from the kid. He manages to grab it, but due of having metal and tools in his hands.
The heating hammer accidentally slipts off his hands due, falling right next to the kid's carved D, creating an O shaped burning on the floor.

Later in the same day, when its time for preparing for the evening Houston sits on the stairs of the Inn, watching up to the sky thinking;

What is it that i have being tried to be told? A hawk appears on his view to the sky, flying above him.

The hawk slowly courses above Houston and suddenly drops a nut before the stairs, Houston afterwards picks up the nut and starts thinking once again.

A nut? he realizes fast and combines it with previous formula "Zaradon?"

This must be it! He shouts in a small frustration and happiness, rushing inside giving the child a name.

Chronicles of Zaradon


Dad, can i go out to play? Zaradon asks. As the time has passed and the child has grown into a fine boy.
Who always liked to see new things, he quickly claimed his favorite things as a kids always are curious for.
He was highly interested in fire, how it works and why does it exist. He also was very interested in birds, because he was very curious about the ability to be free and unreachable.

Time passed, he grew and matured. It couldn't be stopped for Houston to tell the truth that he found Zaradon as a child.


Years passed, when Zaradon eventually grew up into a young man, he was joyful and trained hard to harvest food for the living.
The time has come where Zaradon eventually start having doupts about his family and everything related, he started finding out.


Father, where is Mother.
What happened to her?

He asked Houston in a curious voice, but he didn't get a reply as the smith claimed to be busy working with his metal.
The real fact is, the Smith didn't ignore Zaradon's questions and he started to think for an answer at the very moment.


During the same day, after the business market was getting to calm down. Houston finished with his work on the metal, he went to look for Zaradon.
He went to search for him around the places he knew he would find him, yet he didn't. He got frustrated and worryed and started to run on his mount
towards the Desert. From the distance, he saw a figure from the ashed and dusty desert, weilding around with a polearm.
It was obvious that he was killing a granite elemental on his bare feet. He swinged the bardiche adept'like and didn't much harm the elemental.
He was being beaten to the ground by the monster but he did not give up.

Diie! He leaps above the elemental, taking a wild swing from behind himself towards the creature. He kills it with one blow, piercing trough the indestructable stoneskin.
After he has collected the new type of resource, he also started collecting ores for Houston Wales. Seeing that, Houston reacted surprisingly and acknowledged Zaradon for his skills.

I am training to become the best of the best harvester in the lands!

He shouts loudly so the desert has a clear echo within, nudging the beasts to fear hidden under the sand and close by.


Zaradon, we have to talk.
Houston quickly interrupts with a dead serious voice and look at the young man, they ride home as it is getting dark outside.
On the way to the Inn, they have a small father and son chat.

You had something urgent to discuss, Father?
Zaradon asks with an odd voice, as he was waiting for terrible clues.

Yes Zaradon, it is this important.
Houston uses the name of calling Zaradon his son, which made the brute wonder since he was growing.

You were busy today answering me, maybe you can answer my question now?
He keeps being curious and impatient.

You do not have to call me your father, Zaradon. Because it is not true.
Houston falls into a big and sad depressiong after keeping it inside himself for the many years, he finally let it out of himself.
But the depressiong came nowhere else than from the fear to lose a wonderful stepson as Zaradon. Houston never had luck with women, smith's were just normal workers and never appreciated for their work.
It was always like that, the smith's had hard times for being able to wash themself - so no women actually seemed to be attracted for such kind of men. But atleast for the time, he had the chance to grow a child on his own.

What? Where is my real father and mother? I want to see them now!
Zaradon interrupts with panic and grabs Houston's robe and shakes him with a nervous behaviour.
Houston pushes back Zaradon and they stop on the route to the Inn, having the day end pretty close by.

I have no clues about your mother, father or your family Zaradon.
He looks deep into Zaradon's eyes with the face of purest confession of his life.
Houston commands themself to head on the route, since the darkness approaches. They move towards the Inn.


Few hours later, at home. Zaradon sits on the chair watching out of the window without saying a word. In hope for some clues he thinks as he never had done.


On the next day, when Houston arrived home he found Zaradon sitting on the chair exactly the same as he was last night. Without saying a word.


Zaradon! I have found some clues about your family!
He claims towards Zaradon, while dropping all the instruments around the living to share intel.

I had to give up all my mined ores to the guards, as they were chatting about some villages corrupted by evil creatures and everyone single villager died.
Houston falls on his knees down before Zaradon, with a sad face and tears start dropping off his cheeks.

They told me there was a pretty old messenger who managed to escape the Village of Fire, but he is passed away for years now.
He continues and doesn't hold any concrete emotions on his face, except that tears keep falling from his cheeks.
After hearing that, Zaradon stands up and starts breathe with a heavy sound, his face turns numb. He rushed out of the house, knocking down the biggest tree, in the yard with one hit from his fist.
He keeps breathing heavy and fast, he had never been filled with this amount of Hate and Revenge. The truth, unleashed the true brute power of the young man.

I am, going to avenge the death of my family.
He concentrates the best, to surpass his rage. As he realized he just did something superhuman, knocking off a tree.

Houston stares at Zaradon, trying to approach him to calm down his stepson.

You have been the greatest gift, ever happened in my life, Zaradon!
He adds, after applying his arm on Zaradon's shoulder.

I do not want to spice you up, young man. But your father's name was Mardaron and he was the Superhumanly strong Brute of Village of Fire, he was the leader of the village. They died in the last war, known as the biggest massacre in the history between creatures and human kind.
And by the looks of it, your mother and father managed to hide you. And i was the one who found you, twenty years ago! They go back inside, to eventually start with the soup. They both calmed down.

The Spirit Wardens - Birth of New kind.



One day, on the early morning as he usually goes out hunting, to gather resources and food. He reaches an odd looking forest, when it suddenly darkens the area.
A clan of monsters jump him within the area, where it seems pretty good spot to target their victim. There was like 10-20 different creatures. Hungry and ready to tear apart anything on sight, to gain easy food.
Zaradon stays calm, as he usually never picks the first war hatchet, he waits for the first move from the opponent.

They strike in, all together into the brute. Trying to get him with their jaws and teeth.
A slight quarter of a second, after their start he quickly reaches his hand to claim his sword from his back. As he doesn't really require high end weapons to grind for basic resources.
One charges in, his jaws are wide open when Zaradon jumps quickly above it and stabs it's jaws together. Another one from behind, he smashes with his foot, blinding it while waiting for the rest.
He releases his sword, catching the next creature by its neck, cracking it with a blink of an eye.

They continue battling in a small area, screams for pain, blood falling on the ground.

The last corpse falls off, his released and bloody hand also filled with scars and poison. Right in time, he drank a curing potion and the acid stopped continuing in the veins.
He knew how to bandage his vounds aswell he did it quickly to continue his road, grabbing his sword along.

Three years passed after this incident.

During his trainings and gatherings, he enlarged his skills and the area of grinding. He became a feared brute for the monstrous world. They crawled back when one single small critter saw him, it reported the rest critters to hide. As nothing stopped him from his path.
His brute strength also has it's downfall, he wasn't smart. His downfall based on people around him, he did not make friends with words, but his actions. Many people looked with odd eyes and jelaousy at him.
He claimed the be the hero of several towns, by the guards themself. They acknowledged his powers to keep them human's safe from the monstrous disease across the lands.
Houston taught him many things considering the brights and the bads of life himself.
As a matter of fact, people started gathering around him. He didn't rely on having friends, independance was his style.
He always tought that people trying to help him, are like careless babies he had to watch for. Which was far from the truth...

Five years later he rode on a way to Yew, when suddenly the air stopped waving the leaves and swaing the trees. He was calm, prepared aswell as concentrated to await cruelty, as usually.
He was mistaken, for the first time as his senses failed to see a spiritual element. Zaradon had no clue as the Spirit of the Air tried to approach him. He equipped his sword, but cluelessly he saw no enemy.

We are here ... to help... A voice whispers in the brute's mind, as he starts swinging his sword in unallocated directions.
He never sensed something like this before, but he was steady to be harmed as usually.

I shall lend you the power to prove myself... The voice appears within the brute's head as a clear mark of presence of something odd.
He stood on the road, mounted onto his steed as he accidentally started hearing sounds from miles away from himself. He smelled the very fresh bread in the long distance he still had to ride, to even reach the town.

The Spirit of Wind has granted him the powers to sense things which he hasn't met yet, to track as no best nose does on the lands. He can aswell sense presense when blinded.
Something this powerful, he did not want to miss and replied with simple words.

What do you want? Who are you? Asked he as clearly sensed some presence to investigate the issue, of what is going on.

Find the other ones and we shall aid you.. The voice replied and suddenly disappeared.

Legends of Destiny


After the time the brute met the first spirit of his adventures he confirmed the Spirit's request to being looking for the other spirits.
Having no clue where to start with, he continued his road of the hunting goal.
Being able to surpass the vilest creatures he managed to meet with the next generative spirit of Fire, as that one spirit managed to get bond to him.
He felt his strength from the maximum view. Yet, he was clueless to find the rest of them.

During a morning, when the fog still wasn't quite vanished he walked trough a clear area between mountains clearing the weak lizards trough the passage.
He didn't know what was waiting for him, most certainly. But as the fog blinded his sight he was able to only see and sense the critters close to his range.
Zaradon kept walking, but he didn't realize he was being followed by a cruel Praetorian Assasin, it had been keeping up with the brute for hours now in wait to strike him to death with one blow.

He kept doing his thing, cluelessly of the presence of the dread Praetorian until the next happened.
It sneaked behind the barbarian, close to his range behind his back and raised his deadly poisoned dagger, to stab him right into his vital point of his neck.
Zaradon was blinded from the behalf of his back, until an arrow flew trough the fog. Faster than the sound it ripped off the Praetorians arm, where it was almost finished its swing towards Zaradon.

Zaradon turns around and noticed the left-handed praetorian assasin struggling in pain. He obviously finishes the Praetorian.
He then, started panically checking the area. He did sense a tremendous presence of the Wind Spirit during the moment of the pain recieved to the Praetorian.
Noticing a shadow's figure within the fog, he shouted out loudly.

Who are you? he starts moving closer to the figure but the figure, yet the figure didn't want to get into Zaradon's range. As stubborn as he was he tended to always hit everything on his way, even if it wasn't meant to be a foe.

Leo... a shardp voice comes from the figure and it slightly disappears within the fog.




Hours passed


Zaradon ended the day for his gatherings and after he left the foggy area he didn't stop thinking of that person.
The person emitted some enermous amount of Wind Powers as Zaradon clearly sensed it, he started packing his equipment and enough resources to survive in the wild.

Houston, i shall be off for a few days. He moans at the doorway to about leave with his gear.


A day has passed when Zaradon wakes up in the morning, the sun awakening his inner spirit of fire. He marches trough the common spots of the forest to meet the Spirit of Wind.
After hours of marching and hunting he see's the same figure as he saw the day before but with a lot clearer view. After the figure removed his arrow from the Daemon's forehead. He looks at Zaradon and claims his name to the brute

Leonardo, is what my name is


Zaradon walks towards him claiming he is friendly. The figure doesn't move but waiting for the brute's approach. They stand at eachother facing deep into the eyes of one and another. Trying to find clues without changing words or weapons.
The brute nods to Leonardo and starts to share his experiences of the late happenings.

I've felt something extraordinary yesterday, the same presense as i do right now

He checks the area for safety and adds
Leonardo, are you an Archer of the Wind? He asks the fencer.
After this poor discussion from Zaradon, he tries to make sure the Spirits are not lying to him and he charges his weapons towards Leonardo, yet just for the test.

The battle strikes off, they swing their weapons, the metal flashes everywhere with an immense speed. Leonardo didn't hold back, he used his power of the Wind and his speed of his spear swings doubled. It's the first time Zaradon charges first, into a battle. Yet, prepared.
After seeing that, Zaradon confirmed;

This is true, you are the Archer of the Wind He words Leonardo


After the clear meeting they come to the conclusion to find the remaining spirits. They continue the road as spiritual brothers.

Months passed, they found the Druid of Earth, the Bard of Energy spirit.
Theyr combined powers managed to supress the greatest creatures around the lands. Yet, they still had some spirits missing from achieving their supreme group to start their quest.
The spirits were satisfied of Zaradon's doings towards the harmony of human kind. The monstrous world had taken the lead of the human world.


Continues soon...

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