The Dark Ages
In the land of Europe, clouds as dark as ravens drifted towards the island within distance, heading towards a kingdom. The waves splashed furiously against the rocky shores of England. The clouds roared with thunder colliding with the waters. Deep in the cold waters, a shimmer of glowing blue light swam towards the shore of the kingdom's fishing docks. Defending roars came from the seas, alerting the band of knights, and the general's eyes widened with fear.
"Run!" The general commanded the fishing group. He jumped on his horse and steered towards the forest. The traders abandoned all fishing poles, tents, baskets of fish, and all the other belongings. In the waters, suddenly monsters crashed out and towards the tribe with the eagerness to kill. The beasts could only be described as true monsters. Having sharp jaws, jagged teeth, fleshy gills, rounded spines, large but stumpy legs, and a fin-like tail. They would be the last thing anyone would want to see. The glowing blue bones on the spines burned with power. IT released the breath towards the forest, burning down everything in its path.
In the mountains far away from all the chaos, a boy no more than sixteen years old was meditating. His silver-white hair flowed with the breeze. His breathing steady, he was calm, his eyes closed. Like a bolt of lightning, his eyes opened, showing his dark navy blue eyes. The eyes glowed with power. With a flash, he disappeared from the mountains, leaving no trace, not even a footprint.
The earth's surface shook as something big approached the kingdom's capital. The screaming of men and women echoed through the forest, and the clanging of metal boots and hooves of horses hit the ground with a hectic beat. The knights threw off pieces of armour, making themselves as light as possible. The monsters weren't far behind the parade of citizens and lights. It would only be a matter of moments before the beast outran the people. The people needed to warn the others within the kingdom's walls that monsters, terrifying and horrific monsters, were coming. They needed a miracle. Just as the monsters were about to snap their massive jaws at the knights, a beam of energy flew at the monsters, blasting them backwards with a shockwave.
The monsters growled with anger as they turned to see a boy, the boy from the mountains. His eyes glowed so bright you could almost swear to see the sun. The monster roared with such gusto that the trees were all timbered for hundreds of miles. As the boy tightened his brows, all the beasts floated up towards the dark clouds. The boy then snapped his fingers, and a chain made of light appeared in thin air and wrapped itself around both of the beasts. The chains wrapped tightly around the monsters, restraining them from movement. The beasts struggled to break free from the reins binding them. The boy pointed upwards, a flaming ball the size of a golf ball burned at the tip of his finger. The flames quickly burned bright blue, and as they did, the boy pointed at the tangled beast. The ball of fire shot toward the monsters like a bullet, burning the monsters before contact. Using the remaining energy stored within it, both beasts breathed a wave of fire, hoping the attack would be enough.
The flame bullet shot right through the fiery breath like it was nothing. The blue fireball pierced through the heart of both monsters, ending them. The knights cheered, knowing their hero had saved them once again. The spur of the moment, a chain flickering with a dark aura, shot toward the boy. The boy had let his guard down, not knowing this was all a trap to lure him out. Entangled by the dark chains, the boy plunged to the ground below as his body was starting to be affected by the curse. The boy knew that he couldn't continue fighting in this state, and monsters more terrifying and powerful would appear one after the other. Suddenly, a silhouette appeared in front of him. He knows that whatever this is, it is not good news. A silhouette lunges at him before he can react. The boy used the energy he had left, chanted a spell in the language of the gods, sealing away all evil. Just before the silhouette reaches him, his vision fades, and the world turns a pitch black world of an endless void.