" Millennium twilight? I'm Nathaniel, no rather Maxwell Beaufort." Maxwell introduced himself.
( A/N: The Mc's real name is Maxwell Beaufort, his alias is Nathaniel Wilton.)
" Well Maxwell, where do you come from?" Ivar asked intrigued, he had slept for a long time and awoke to the trembling planet, for six months he had been wondering the other continents of mergard.
" Take a sit." Ivar said as the trees cleared and a bonfire crackled.
Ivar and Nathaniel sat while Nathaniel began his tale.
A few hours later...
" A summoning ritual huh? How interesting, well it seems like instead of magicians I should have cut the heads of those foolish kings." Ivar mumbled as he stretched out his hand lightly touching the spatial lock made by Linnaeus. The seal was invisible to the naked eye except powerful magicians.
" Well, should I tell you my story Maxwell? " Nathaniel was intrigued to say the least, this was the most powerful being he had encountered. " Yes. " He answered.
" How it began, let's see... I was a farmer in the village of Norton, this was when the kingdoms were still divided and the Belford kingdom was one of the smallest kingdoms. As a young man I was aspiring, I wanted to marry Amy, my childhood sweetheart." Longing flashed in Ivar's eyes, he for a moment fell back in, in memories long gone. "Amy was the daughter of the village butcher despite that she was slim and short. I would sell meat to her father and steal glances whenever I saw her. Her short purple hair, eyes too intelligent for her own good. She was in a word, mesmerizing. After half a year I mustered courage to ask her if I could be her lover, it was courage born out of desperation and fear. She was so beautiful that I knew she was not long for the village, could I protect her? I didn't know but I knew I would lay down my life for hers.
It was on the 2nd day of the 3rd month of my 3nd lunar origin cycle( His twenties). It was a rainy night as I stood drenched, my courage slipping as I stood in front of the door, I reached out and knocked once then twice till she opened the door. The leather pouch in my hands was drenched from the the rain yet it didn't dampen my mood as I asked her, "is your father in?" "Yes" she replied welcoming me in, moments later I found myself proposing before the daughter and father duo. Till this day it was a bliss of nervousness. "Yes" she replied, I took out the coat wrapped in leather, it was shabby almost falling apart. I had sown it myself, I hunted a gray wolf for her. She was my everything. " Ivar turned to shining sun, "she was my sun, then he came along. Miles was his name, a reject apprentice magician of poor talent at the tower of Annihilation( Fire tower).
They the masters of fire and destruction. I did not know then but I knew that everyone in the village revered him, he took and took until finally he saw Amy. He wanted her, so he offered her a place by his side but she refused. She refused! It was chaos at the tavern, Miles quick to anger drunk from ale. However we repelled him, refusing as my friends and I stood our ground. At that moment I felt undeserving of her love and devotion, so I swore to myself over and over to protect her but did I succeed? " Ivar's voice was laced with vexation and guilt as he looked at Maxwell. He was a man looking for repentance, after millennia yet he was still looking.
"He cornered her at our house one morning, I was at the farm yet I had feeling, that something was wrong so I rushed back as fast as the horse could carry me. However I was too late, Miles has barged in attempting to rape her but she resisted in doing so hit her back of the head at the table. Blood gushed, I opened the door, my thoughts still, my heart pounding, "Ammyy!" I cried as I took her in my arms, she was still warm.
" HURRY HEAL HER !!" I screamed back then. I had no talent for magic neither was I a warrior. Miles stood, shocked and trembling in fear, he was young in his early twenties so he ran, rushing past the villages rushing towards the commotion. " STOP HIM!!" I roared in rage,
" Ivarr. " Amy's weak voice reached me her eyes were losing focus.
She held up her bloodied hand, touching my face as the breath of life left her. I had never been that lost as I held her corpse under the questioning gaze of her father. I felt meek, useless and most of all rage but I had no power so five years passed. Five years lost, I had turned to ale, drinking myself away from reality, I lost my farm, lost vision of her face. My memories buried. I just wanted to run, I was a coward, too afraid to seek revenge and too afraid to take my life so I wandered the village like a lost spirit.
But he returned, Miles. Time had left traces on him he was older yet desolate. In my cowardice I found myself at a lake staring at the abomination that was myself. What else I asked myself, what else am I gonna run from, then how long, how long could I keep running. I made up my mind to kill him, he would not leave Norton alive. Using poisons I had bought I drugged him, my farm I had sold it, I bought poison potions yet in those five years I never had the courage to drink them. Like me he was running, I poisoned his ale. Deep into the night as he walked about I attacked, his magic was gone. Thought impairing potions mixed with Wraith spider poison, I killed him.
I had done it, I had finally done it, I killed him. The rush euphoric, I was happy as I wept, tears of relief and acceptance but they were not without consequence. I was cast out of Norton, though they understood my plight I had become a danger to them. I left, I wandered the forests and deserts till I decided to become an adventurer, I would explore the wonders of the world. It's vast lands as my bedrock.
At first it widened my horizons, then I saw that I was not the only one suffering under the tyranny of magicians. They had taken themselves to the master of the world, kingdoms burnt on whims, slaves walking over 50 km of the Deadlands, the desert sun scorching the flesh while it sands devoured the heels. I was a fly on the wall, hearing everything as an adventurer. A decade went by as I saw and began to hate, I hated the magicians because what I saw amplified what had happened to me so I sought ways to destroy them for the good of the world, they were monsters, evil on two legs. In that decade I had searched dungeons, ruins and black market for answers.
After a decade search.
I had finally found it, traces of a power above mana, trapped in a ruin. I gathered comrades and we went in, 35 of us. And of that 35 only 4 escaped that death trap. Some were eyes of the nobles for treasures. Schemes and an infighting withered us long before many of the magic traps could kill us. Frustration and the fear were fresh, tickling down as I maimed my comrades. They had no idea and I could not let them ruin the plan. I had spent a decade planning and the time was ripe. It was for the greater good. I had to rid the world of the evil that was magicians but I was betrayed, as I fell down the chasm of darkness watching as they left I asked myself, was I wrong? No! I was right, they were incompetent and fools, slaves burdened with the present and riches. The magicians would kill them long before the nobles could. They were the master and evil of the world!
I didn't know how long had passed as crawled within the darkness or what slithered on top as I searched. I would not give up, I could not. It was not long till I found it, the origin of the darkness. It's pure darkness rendered the light obsolete. My heart pounded and against the protest of my will I latched onto it. It slithered on my arms as it latched on my chest invading through my ears, nose and mouth into me. It was agony but agony for what I desired. Ba-dum,ba- dum my heartbeat was steady as I saw in the darkness the chasm in all its majesty. Bones were in piles as chains extended holding afloat the container that held it, my power. What it was I did not know or did I care.
As rays of the sun illuminated my face I knew I had made it out. I fled in the opposite direction of Liberia. I was dead or reported as such. So I knew I need time to understand it my power. It was the 7th year past my 4th lunar origin cycle.
(A/N: Lunar origin cycle is 10 years, so he was 47. A grand lunar cycle is 50 years )
The lunar origin cycle was a decade long so I was 47 years old. The last 6 or 7 years before I had spent training and understanding my power. I had come to call it Anti-magic. It negated all magic and mana, it coursed through my body as if blood seeping into every pound of me.
I was ready to enact it, judgment on magicians." Ivar stopped as he looked at Maxwell who was lost in thought. The beginning of the tale was unexpected. It was truly an ant rising in an attempt to slay the elephant. However more important than that was the existence of Anti-magic Maxwell's heat beat rapidly at its mention, he wanted it. The terror he had felt from Ivar, to inflict such on his enemies. With Anti-magic it was possible he would be back to earth in less than a decade. So how to get it he asked himself as he looked at Ivar's grinning face.
Something was coming and Maxwell felt it.